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Kink Bingo Mini-Story, Size don’t matter none

Jan8

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This takes place post-apoc, say around Year 20.

“Well.”

Magnolia looked down at the… little man. He was, as far as she could tell, a fully-grown adult who came just about to her waist. “Now aren’t you something and a half?”

“Where it counts.” There was no mistaking that smile for anything other than pure flirtation. “And I’m sure I could make a beautiful lady like you quite happy.”

“Well, honey, you’re welcome to give it a try.” If that Change didn’t beat all else, she didn’t know what did. And it nothing else, his arm looked about the right size. “Come on back to my place, darlin.”

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Kink-Bingo Mini-Story: Up up down down left right B A start

Jan8

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Um. This was an attempt to get in all the not-used-yet squares around “enemas,” so: bodies and body parts, rough body play, painplay, mechanical/technological, bodily secretions, and penance/punishement. In 100 words.

“You’ve been bad, haven’t you?”

The mistress tightened the straps.

“Yes’m.” The Machine enveloped Engel, its metal joints whispering threats.

“Why?” She pushed a button, and his feet rose without his volition. The feet. Always the feet.

“I,” he gulped. “I liked her feet, Mistress.”

“Always the feet. Did she cry?” The Machine tilted back, until his feet were above his head.

“She moaned, Mistress.”

“Did she bleed?” The blades of the Machine would not kill him, but they liked his blood. The pain, exquisite, was sill second to the helplessness and the metal embrace.

“No, Mistress.” But he would.

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Kink-Bingo Mini-story: In Public

Jan7

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This takes place Christmas Vacation, Year Nine.

“This is awfully public.” Amadeus was squirming. Ciara tried not to laugh at him.

“It’s a mall, Amadeus, the point of it is to be public.”

“What if someone sees us?” He was wriggling in earnest now, somehow not dislodging the loose knot tying his wrists behind his back.

“You said you wanted a kiss, didn’t you?”

“I said I wanted you to kiss me. Not… like this!”

“Well, this is how I want to kiss you.” She set her hands on his shoulders. “If you’re quiet, the sales clerk might not notice we’re here.”

“Key…” He, reluctantly, fell quiet.

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Kink-Bingo Mini-story: Enemas

Jan7

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This takes place early in Year Ten.

“This is…” Aleron craned to look at Miryam, and then decided he didnt want to be looking. “Odd. Uncomfortable… in a new way.”

She smiled at him. “You’re doing fine, lover.” As always, the smile and the praise combined to make him feel giddy and a little sick. “You want to be all clean, don’t you?”

“I…” He lost words for a few minutes. “Have never been cleaner. Really.” He squirmed at the sensations. “You know I’m not a virgin, with guys, right?”

“You told me.” She patted his side. “But everyone’s more or less a functional virgin before Addergoole.”

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Kink-Bingo Mini-story: Tattoos

Jan7

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This takes place during year Seven.

“I want to mark you.” Her fingers slid over his back, leaving trails of ice behind them.

Hemlock shivered, and didn’t look up. He couldn’t have if he’d wanted to, and he didn’t want to see her expression.

He didn’t answer, either. He knew what was coming.

Her fingers, again. The murmured workings. The soft pricks, like a tattoist’s needle, although he knew if he could look, he’d see no needle.

“What…?” he finally asked, when his Keeper’s cool hand rested on his back, soothing.

“It’s in the Old Tongue.” She caressed the swollen area. “It marks you as Mine.”

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k*** bingo – tiny bingos – I might actually be able to do this~

Jan7

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TINY BINGOS

I have utterly and completely failed to post anything for Kink Bingo this go-round. But I can do tiny bingos! 500 words? Totally.

My card is here – http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/364228.html (NSFW)

Anything you want to see? Anyone (or two or three or four) you want to see?

Need not be canon.

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The Three Jaguars: Art, Business, and Not Enough Coffee – the Comic is Live!

Jan2

What the subject says 🙂

Here.

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Ahem.

3 Jaguars is a clever, informative, and engaging look at the business, art, and marketing of free-lance art. Definitely worth a look.

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