This story—my first time writing erotica!—was inspired by Violet Grey’s recent class on erotic flash fiction and the fabulous smut readings at the Smutathon 2020 launch party. This piece features Kaya, a non-binary femme (they/them), and Jamie, a trans guy (he/him). Content note for power exchange, sensation play, and light bondage.
In March, Kaya never would have guessed they’d be spending their summer nights naked on Jamie’s bed, wrists bound to the bedposts, waiting to hear heavy boots trodding down the hall.
Then again, in March, Jamie was a complete stranger. A lot can change in four months.
It was a story that could have been cooked up in The L Word’s writers’ room. Desperate for a taste of spring and the electric thrill of a new body touching their own, Kaya, who was absolutely repulsed by all forms of social media, decided to sign up for a text-based dating app. No pictures, no superficiality, no bullshit. This would be fine, right?
Impulsivity took over. Thinking no one would take them up on their offer, Kaya penned a quick personal ad.
FEMME SEEKS WINTER WARMTH. Let’s get out of Boston. Meet me at the airport. You name the destination. I’ll bring the strap-on.
Kaya shook their head, tossed their phone on the couch, and flopped face-down onto their bed. This is embarrassing, they thought, soaking up the absurdity of their personal ad. What am I even doing?
Bing!
The phone’s chime woke them up. Bleary-eyed, Kaya tapped on the notification.
“We’re going to San Diego. Meet me at Terminal A on Thursday at six. I already packed the lube.”
Heart pounding in their throat, Kaya opened the sender’s profile.
END-OF-WINTER BLUES. Longing for intimacy. Thinking about your lips pressed against my cunt makes me wet. Switch. He/him.
They rolled their neck back, staring at the ceiling. Well, fuck.
Kaya’s reminiscent daydreaming was interrupted by the sound of the key in the door and steel-toed boots on the hardwood. They tried to shuffle back up the sheets, but the rope tying their wrists to the bed made any movement difficult. The steps got closer.
“I told you to sit with your back pressed against the headboard,” Jamie said, appearing in the doorway. With a mischievous grin on his face, he leaned on the doorframe and began to unbutton his shirt. “Those sheets were crisp when I left. I can’t leave for twenty minutes to pick up my paycheck without you messing up the place?”
“I… um… well…” Kaya stumbled over their words, trying to find an adequate excuse. With a playful look, they deflected. “Why don’t you get out of those clothes and I’ll find a way to make it up to you?”
Jamie’s eyes caught the light. His devilish expression sent shivers down Kaya’s spine. Their skin felt like it was buzzing. “I’ve catered to your brattiness for four months. I think it’s time to try a different approach.”
He was right. It had been four months. During their long weekend in San Diego, most of the country had gone into quarantine. When they returned to Massachusetts, it just seemed logical to spend the next two weeks together, isolated in Jamie’s apartment. Over one hundred days later, they still hadn’t spent a night apart.
The click-clack, click-clack of Jamie’s boots retreating down the hall snapped Kaya back to attention. Sticky from the New England summer heat and pulsing with desire, Kaya was exasperated. Oh, God, don’t leave me here a moment longer. I’m so goddamn wet I can’t stand it. If this is my punishment, I’ve certainly learned my lesson.
Just when they were about to call out for Jamie, he reappeared in the doorway. He unfurled his clenched, moisture-slicked fists to reveal three ice cubes, welcome relief for Kaya’s sweaty skin. Kaya’s eyes lit up with hunger and they jolted toward Jamie, but the rope around their wrists pulled them back to the bed.
“You know what I want. Do it. Now.” The playfulness in Jamie’s voice was replaced with a commanding, primal tone. Kaya wanted to tear his clothes off, but they needed to focus. They could see water dripping through Jamie’s fingers. There wasn’t another second to waste.
Kaya pushed their body up and back against the headboard. In sweeping motions, they smoothed the sheets around them with their legs and let their hips relax, revealing their cunt.
Jamie, still fully clothed, approached Kaya and kneeled between their legs on the bed. “Close your eyes,” he demanded. “I know how badly you want to feel my fingers inside you. You’ll listen to me if you know what’s good for you.”
Kaya hadn’t experienced Jamie in such a dominant role before, but they couldn’t get enough. Eyes closed, Kaya’s anticipation ballooned. Being relegated to darkness only amplified their intense need to be fucked.
Jamie reached up the length of Kaya’s body, letting ice cold water pool around their collarbone while he gently took their nipple into his mouth. The juxtaposition of the sensations was almost too much to bear and Kaya had to physically stop themself from jerking forward in delicious discomfort.
Gliding the ice down Kaya’s body, Jamie made circles around their breasts while he lowered his head between Kaya’s legs and circled his tongue around their clit, teasing them endlessly.
Writhing with delight, Kaya felt their body slipping down the bed and immediately tensed up, determined to keep their eyes shut while readjusting.
“That’s my boy,” Jamie rasped. Kaya didn’t know what it was—the gruff quality to Jamie’s voice, the flirtatious gender fuckery, or the fact that at that exact moment, he slid his fingers inside them—but they were suddenly overcome with enormous, rolling waves of pleasure. Gushing all over Jamie, Kaya’s body shuddered, but he wasn’t done with them yet.
Jamie slid the nearly-melted ice cubes over Kaya’s stomach and groin until he reached their cunt. Tracing the ice over their labia, Jamie slowly made his way back upwards, rubbing Kaya’s clit directly this time while he finger-fucked them with fervor.
Kaya’s entire body felt warm and radiant. Their orgasm started in the crown of their head and their fingers and toes, tingles spreading over every inch of their skin before it exploded in the core of their body and their cunt. It felt fucking astounding.
Taking a minute to catch their breath, Kaya felt Jamie shift off the bed.
“Open your eyes.”
When Kaya lifted their heavy eyelids, they saw Jamie standing in front of them. He was stripped down to his boxer briefs, holding the strap-on and lube from their trip to San Diego.
“Ready for round two?”