Kinky scribble time! This is the fastest I have drafted, edited, and released a story in years. I spent nearly as long on the graphics as I did on the story! It feels like a big relief, since I was beginning to wonder if I’d lost the ability to write anything under 3000 words. But today I was inspired by a sweet message from my partner pseudo_size and decided I would write the story and release it before I start to second-guess myself.

A kinky scribble is a flash fiction exercise I developed to help me level up as a writer, to create stories and let them go. I envy artists who can scribble a sketch and share it unfinished into the wild for people to enjoy. This is my answer to that for writers. Feel free to join in yourself, and share with #KinkyScribble so others can find it.

 

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Story synopsis

A tiny woman takes a nap between her lover’s thighs and savors everything she finds there.

 

Story content

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Content tags: M/f – tiny woman, handheld sizes, snuggles, body exploration, testicle play, cock play, precum, begging, mutual masterbation, semen, aftercare

 

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AUDIO VERSION: I might record audio for this story. If I get enough requests, I will move it up on my priority list.

 

Harder with the Gentleness

900 words

By Elle Largesse

Copyright 2023, all rights reserved.

 

 

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His heartbeat hypnotizes me, each big, resonant beat telling me to worry less and to focus more on how this feels.

How this feels is fucking phenomenal. I snuggle closer to my warm pillow.

His balls are larger than a pillow, of course, but so pliable and soft. I love watching the skin move and adjust to my presence.

I turn my face into his skin and inhale the intoxicating blend of scents. Sweat and pheromones, soap and a hint of sunscreen. Though how sunscreen made its way this far south on his body, I couldn’t begin to guess. Maybe from his hands.

His hands are my next favorite. One enormous pinkie has been stroking up and down my back as I lay on my side. He’s so gentle with me it almost leaves me ticklish.

He adjusts himself until his big, soft penis rests on top of my body, reminding me of how, at human sizes, I sometimes use my body pillow like a blanket for a quick nap. He is small now, though only relative to his “grower” abilities in the erection department. I am barely five inches tall, and his cock feels big and cozy draping over my body.

I roll onto my back, my head still resting on his balls, and nuzzle my face up into the velvety skin of his penis.

I stroke him.

He strokes me.

Soft moans come from far above, and much closer I feel his heartbeat picking up into a generous, expansive rhythm. He grows, and I give him my own moans, right into his flesh as it thickens, as it fills with the weight of his arousal, and presses luxuriously down against me.

I lift my small knees on either side of his thickening shaft and arch my body. I wonder how it feels to him as I nuzzle and cuddle him with my face and breasts and stomach and the tickle of my pubic hair.

His balls tighten beneath me and I give up my living pillow to work my way lower and enjoy the shaft. I try and fail to wrap my legs fully around his girth, but even if I can’t hook my ankles on the other side of him, my attempt makes him chuckle. I can feel his whole body move with this small amusement, and it turns me on.

I move lower and try again when the tip of him rests over my cunt. Dripping his precum down over my stomach, then into my pubic hair and down over my own wet vulva.

My muscles quiver with exertion but I manage to hold my legs higher, and angle my hips, and maneuver myself ever so carefully…

The ridge of the head of his cock is almost imperceptible on the underside, but the raised edge sweeping out to either side still feels amazing as I lift my hips, my vulva, and grind my clit against him.

With my arms, with my cunt and clit, I stroke him.

With his enormous hand, he strokes his cock over me.

We groan together.

“Harder,” I cry out, turning my head to gasp to the side. My senses are full of him and his body, but while my own body savors the weight of him, it’s too gentle, it’s too careful. “HARDER!”

I’ve never begged while yelling at the top of my lungs, but it feels so good to shout my desire to the world. It feels good that my world is him.

The massive fingertips stroking back and forth above me—it must be an awkward grip for him, I realize, but he doesn’t seem to care, so neither do I—press his cock down.

Down, onto me. Down, this column of flesh heavy as marble, pressing against my stomach and rocking hips. Down, the ridge I can stroke my hard little clit against at this small, secret angle. Down, as his moans fall tumbling from his lips and the dripping precum soaks my trembling thighs and pussy.

I shudder and cry out, gripping him hard as I can as my orgasm crashes through me. I buck against the weight of him, against his harder rhythm, against his throbbing, undeniable heartbeat.

He pulls up, back, out of my arm’s reach, and the rush of air is a shock. But just beyond the swollen red tip of his cock, looking far, far above, I catch a glimpse of his face for the first time in a long time. I know that look. I smirk as the orgasm courses down through his body, like a shiver, like an avalanche.

He gives me what I want.

Hot sticky cum spurts over my breasts, stomach, and thighs.

He strokes it into my skin like lotion as I sigh with kinky, sensual pleasure.

Before long, he reaches for me with a wet washcloth and gives me a brief but bracing full-body scrub to clean me off. I stretch and groan happily. I take his fingertip in two hands and kiss him.

We sprawl together, spread eagle, enjoying the cool air from the fan high above. I make my way up to my pillow, which has softened once more.

His pinkie strokes along my arm and breasts, my little nipples still hard from my climax. I breathe in his scent, and savor the sound of his heartbeat. Still big, still resonant. But slower, softer. Just the right amount of gentle.

 

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