Playfully Wicked

It felt like the shortest hour, but at the same time, the excitement running through me was glad the hour was over. When he walked back into the room, I was bent over the foot of the bed, lying with my hands over my head. He slid down my thong and told me to spread my legs. He then placed a finger inside my pussy, moving it in and out. “Mmm, my lil ' slut is always wet, just the way I like her.” He then grabbed something off the dresser. He rubbed a ball against my pussy lips and then pushed it inside; it was one of the Ben Wa Balls. He pushed the ball all the way inside me, then pushed the next one in. My pussy felt stuffed. He went back to the dresser and got the paddle. He rubbed the paddle on my ass lightly, and then it started whack, whack. He began paddling my ass until He counted to 10. The Ben wa balls inside me bounced around with every paddle whack, arousing me even more. Once he was finished, He touched my pussy lips and could feel the wetness; “mmmm, such a fucking good...

If you've spent any time here, you've probably gotten a glimpse of my imagination. The stories. The confessions. The cravings. The tension between control and surrender. But every now and then, it's nice to step out from behind the stories and say hello. So here are a few answers to some questions about the woman behind Playfully Wicked. Who is the woman behind Playfully Wicked? Just a woman with a vivid imagination, a love for stories that make your heart race, and way too many thoughts that probably shouldn't stay inside my head. So I write them instead. 😈 Why did you start writing erotic stories? Because desire, vulnerability, power, and connection deserve space to exist out loud. Writing became a place where fantasy and emotion could live together. Are your stories real? Some moments are inspired by feelings. Some by fantasies. Some by "what if?" And some live somewhere deliciously in between. 💋 What themes show up most in your writing? Trust. Control. S...

Before I fell asleep, he told me that I was allowed to take my anal plug out in a couple of hours, if I woke up in the middle of the night. But if I woke up and did that, then I'd better be ready.  A few hours later, I woke up, and I slid out of bed, hoping not to wake Him. I went to the bathroom and took out the plug. When I came back to the bedroom, he wasn't in bed where I left Him. I looked around the room, and then I saw Him sitting in the chair in the corner. He forcefully told me to get on the bed and lie on my back. He then took one hand, put a cuff on it, and cuffed my hand to the bed before moving to the next. After he finished with my hands, he moved to my legs and tied each ankle to opposite sides of the bed. I was spread-eagled on the bed, helpless. He then took a piece of tape and covered my mouth to muffle my moans.  He then got out nipple suckers. He took one nipple in His fingers, pinching and rubbing. Then put the sucker on my nipple and kept turning it. I wa...