This ones a little kinkier.

One of the things I love about Howince is that you can write uber-candyfloss fluff or you can write hardcore fetishistic porn, or you can even write the both of them together, and both fit perfectly with the dynamic. They have such a lovely closeness as characters, but there's also so much dark sexuality beneath the show that it can be quite disturbing when you stop and think about it. I just love that you can write both so easily.

Warning: Nothing graphic or explicit, but lots of talk about kink.

Dark Desires

He's like an animal in bed. He prowls, so quietly, from the foot of the bed, and then he pounces. He's predatory. He likes to bite. He'll bite anything- ears, thighs, shoulders, nipples- anything he can get his teeth into, and he savours it like an animal savours the carcass of its prey. He scratches too. He digs his nails in and rakes them down in a way that would make a panther proud. He likes to leave marks. He's brutish when he wants to be. And he never stops. Once he starts, he keeps going and going like a prizefighter, like a man-eater, until he can't keep going any more.

And then sometimes, he's a different animal. He needs the hunter to tame him. Those nights, he likes to be smacked, tied down, and held still by a body bigger, stronger and more powerful than his. He needs to be overpowered, taken down a peg, put in his place, shown who's really in control.

I'm happy to do it. I've taken my share of the marks, and I love each one. There are scars on my shoulders were he's clutched me too tightly, teethmarks on my buttocks from his hungry attacks, bruising all over from his jumps, his springs and his pounces.

And I love the marks I've left on him. I love it when the skin on his wrists is rubbed raw. When he's bent over and his backside is flaming red from my doing. I love it when he cries for mercy, when he begs and pleads and screams, and I laugh and hit him again.

And I love the nights when neither of us is in control. When it's hot and rough and thoughtless, and both of us just go at it, hard, mad, like animals.