Playfully Wicked

  I slowly walked into the front door. I knew I was late and was hoping that Daddy wouldn’t notice. As soon as I closed the front door, I heard his voice, “Where were you? You missed your curfew.” “I’m sorry, Daddy, I lost track of time.” “You know the rules. Come here.” He was sitting on the couch, and I walked over to him. He looked me up and down, then pulled me over his knee. He pulled up my already short skirt and felt my soaked panties. “Why are your panties so wet?” I stayed silent, so he pulled my hair and asked me again. “Why are your panties wet? And why do you smell like sex?” “I’m sorry, Daddy.” “You’re sorry?” He pulled my panties to the side and stuck two fingers inside me. “Did someone fuck you?” Then he pulled my hair to make me look him in the eye and said, “Did he cum inside my pussy?” When I didn’t answer him, he ripped my panties off and started to spank my ass repeatedly. “You broke your curfew, and you let someone fuck what is mine. Now you are going to tell m...

  I was waiting rather impatiently in position on the bed, still really confused about the night before and how I ended up back here. He spread pictures around my head on the bed when He came in. “It sure does look like my little slut had fun last night.” There were pictures of me taken from outside, showing me pushed up against the window, completely naked. Oh my god, I don’t remember that, and if He had pictures, who else would have seen?  “Oh, my lil slut, you saw this morning only a little bit of the footage I have from last night. Maybe one of these days, I’ll show you everything I could capture from inside and outside the room.” My face turned red. “Did my slut make the trespasser cum?”  “I don’t remember, Sir.”  He told me to take my thong off and lie on my back on the bed. He handed me the Ben Wa balls and told me to put them into my pussy. I pushed the first ball all the way into my pussy; then the other one in until all you could see was the small string ha...

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...