Kinktober 2024
Hello my lovelies,
the Kinktober prompt calendar is now complete, created with the help of everyone who voted in the poll and made suggestions!
The most popular entry was "Restrained / Entangled" with 58% of voters choosing this kink and the least popular options were "Stalking", "Possession", and "Up In The Air" sex which received only one single vote each.
I combined all the suggestions into five prompts, marked in the calendar by using italics.
- Virgins: Achilles / Patroklos
- Aphrodisiac
- Body worship / Breast worship: Demeter / Iasion
- Wax Play: Thriai / Apollon
- Choking
- Safeword / Aftercare
- At Work
- Gender Play
- Thigh Sex
- In the Wild Outdoors: Artemis / Daphne
- Food Kink: Zeus / Ganymedes
- Size Difference/Giantess/Tiny People
- Exposed / On Display
- Telepathy
- Spanking
- Ritual
- Magic
- Praise Kink
- Masturbation
- Voyeurism
- In Full Armour
- Wedding Night
- Glory Hole
- Teacher / Student
- Pegging
- Hot Spouse / Cuckold
- Restrained / Entangled
- Sex Slave
- Hunted
- Detachable Head
- Monster / Human Sex
This post will be updated throughout Kinktober as I finish stories for each kink. Follow me on Mastodon or subscribe to catch the updates.
Let's have a great Kinktober, everyone!
01. Virgins: Achilles x Patroklos
His lips were hot on mine, his hands soft on my shoulders. My arms were wrapped around him, holding him close, my as hard as a bronzen sculpture. I wanted more, wanted to be as close to him as possible, share that special kind of intimacy that I had only heard about so far. Achilles pulled away from me slightly, flushed and breathless. His chest was gleaming in the golden light of dusk, a sheen of sweat from our training turned smooching.
"Patro...klos...," he said, his eyes full of love and longing, "I want... I want you. I want you to make love to me."
I nodded.
"I want that too. But..." Embarrassment coloured my cheeks. "Do you know how?"
Achilles stubbornly clenched his jaw.
"It can't be that hard. Everyone is doing it."
Everyone but us, apparently.
"For all the things Chiron is teaching us," I joked. "Um... Shall we just stroke each other like we did before?"
"No!" Achilles got up from my lap and paced up and down the clearing. "We will do this right!"
I shook my head at him.
"We can't do this right if we have no clue HOW to do this at all."
Achilles kicked a pine cone.
"There are not that many options," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"Not many holes. Girls have a hole."
I crossed my arms.
"I'm not sure this is a good idea."
"Patroklos! Humans have done this for millenia. We are not the first and we won't be the last. Let's just try it!"
I still didn't think it was a good idea. But I was so horny and in love with him that I ignored my better judgement.
"So which hole do you want me to use?"
Achilles stopped and looked at me.
"My mouth? Feels pretty good already, right?"
"But then I won't be able to kiss you and hold you. And you can't talk to me."
"Right."
I felt completely out of my depth concerning the OTHER hole, though. Nothing usually went IN there. How even START? I reached for Achilles' hand and he complied, coming back to me and letting me pull him down.
"I think the mouth might be easier after all." I smiled. "If you let me?"
Achilles nodded. He crouched down between my legs and gave me a few strokes to get me back up. Then he hovered over the tip of my cock, his lips parted.
"Make love to me, Patroklos," he said, his long hair flowing over his shoulders like rivers of gold.
"I love you, Achilles," I said, "I hope I'm doing it right."
I thrust up into him, the warmth of his mouth engulfing me right away. It felt amazing. I gulped, seeing my beloved with his mouth full of my cock was more arousing than I would have thought. His tongue was unbelievably soft and even though I felt his teeth as well I was blown away. Achilles' eyes were smiling. He was enjoying it too, wasn't he? My hips started moving as if on their own accord, I didn't have to think about it at all. A sound came from Achilles and I felt the limits of his mouth when my cock pushed against it. Achilles gagged. Oh dear.
"Achilles? Achilles are you all right?"
He urged me on with a gesture but I pulled out and wrapped my arms around him.
"This was great!" I told him. "We'll get better in time."
It was only later that I found out that most couples used the thighs for sex.
FIN
02. Aphrodisiac: Original Characters
Kimon held the bundle of rose-flavoured cakes close to his chest. He had paid a small fortune for the enchanted aphrodisiac, imbued with the powers of Aphrodite herself, as the woman had told him. But it was worth all the money and more because Theoxena would finally be his. He had pined for the cruel girl for weeks but she had never given in to his advances and now that was about to change. How she had teased him with her beauty, how she had coquettishly lifted her peplos as she walked, how she had bound her hair above her soft, tender neck that drove him mad with desire. She had taken advantage of his help without ever permitting any favours, not even a kiss, not even one touch. But today, he should have her at last.
Kimon approached the fountain where the women were gathered to fetch water and wash their laundry. Theoxena was chatting with Glauke, a woman old enough to be her mother, and ignored him completely. Her eyes shined like stars, as if Glauke had told her something amazing, when in truth it was probably just an old wives' tale. Kimon put on a radiant smile.
"Good day, ladies," he said, not even gracing old Glauke with a look, "Working hard?"
"Laundry is a lot of work," Glauke replied as if he was talking to her. "We'll be here for the better part of the day."
"Don't let your hands get rough from the washing," Kimon said to Theoxena with a wink. She shook her head.
"Oh no. Phintys and I are hanging it up to dry."
Phintys was a mousy girl with shaggy hair and bad eyes who was too smart for her own good. No man would ever want to marry a girl whose eyes were not good enough for delicate needlework and who went to listen to the lectures of the philosophers instead of doing housework like a dutiful daughter. What was her father even thinking allowing that? If he wanted to discuss philosophy he'd do so with his friends, not his wife.
"Does that mean you'll be all wet?" Kimon grinned, pleased with his salacious joke.
"Uh. No, I don't think so. Only the laundry will be."
"Let's go, love," Glauke said, taking her by the shoulder like an ugly mother hen.
"Wait!" Kimon exclaimed. The cakes! She had to eat the cakes!
"What is it?" Glauke's eyes grew stern when she homed in on Kimon.
"I... I got you a gift, Theoxena."
Kimon opened the bundle and pulled out a rose cake, sticking it between her lips. It had supposed to be a sensual, suave move but she was squeaked and backed away. But the cake was in her mouth nonetheless.
"Enjoy! I got more for you if you like hot buns."
Theoxena nibbled on the enchanted rose cake.
"Thank you," she said shyly.
Kimon left the women and strolled around the agora. Now all he had to do was wait.
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"You don't have to put up with him, love," Glauke said, rubbing Theoxena's back soothingly.
"It's all right," Theoxena replied. "The cake is quite tasty, actually."
She joined Phintys to help with the laundry, listening to her thoughts on the last lecture she got to attend. But it became harder and harder to focus on her words. Her gaze hung on Phintys' lips, small and pink. Heat pooled in her core. Kissing those rose-coloured lips, brushing her fingers over her soft cheek, running her hands over her body... Theoxena felt a blush blooming on her cheeks. But thankfully Phintys' eyesight wasn't the best and she didn't notice, still sharing her thoughts on the lecture. Theoxena was starting to feel hot, a desire raging inside her with such growing intensity that she had to do something, anything! She looked around. The others were focused on their work. A group of men were chatting in the distance. Theoxena pulled Phintys between the drying linen and pressed a searing kiss onto her lips. Phintys startled but when she realised what was happening, she melted into the kiss like the wax of a burning candle. Theoxena broke away for a moment, breathing heavily.
"I want you!" she panted. "Right here. Between the laundry."
Phintys stared at her with wide, hazel eyes.
"Me?"
Theoxena nodded.
"Yes. Please! I'm consumed with desire for you. Please!"
Phintys' cheeks glowed.
"I never knew!" she squeaked. "I admired you from afar, Theoxena. But to think that you would ever want me. Me!"
"Of course I do," Theoxena said, kissing her neck and stroking her bum cheeks. "You're smart and and you always give me a hand when I need it. And I need your hand now."
"So dirty..." Phintys murmured.
Theoxena lifted her skirts and guided her hands between her thighs.
"Will you help me quell my desire?"
Phintys nodded shyly, returning the kiss as she stroked Theoxena. Every touch felt a hundred times more intense, as if she were masturbating for the very first time. Phintys slid her tongue against her lips, tentative and warm. Theoxena welcomed her in, her own tongue swirling around the girl's. A soft sigh escaped Phintys' tender throat, her small hand stoking the fire in Theoxena's loins with every move. Theoxena pressed against her.
"More!" she demanded.
Phintys did her best to comply, despite her petite stature. There was more strength in her body than Theoxena would have thought. No matter what other people thought, Phintys was not a push-over. Her hand moved quickly, giving Theoxena the friction that she so craved.
"Keep... hah! Like this! Steady!" she pleaded, her words tumbling out barely intelligible, but Phintys caught the gist of it. With surprising determination she stood her ground, her hand never ceasing its rapid rhythm. Theoxena could feel her climax within reach, her forehead beaded with sweat, her breath ragged, her skin burning.
"Please, please, please, please...."
It was the most intense orgasm of her life, as if she had been blessed by the goddess Aphrodite herself, her moans a lustful hymn to the Mistress of Love.
"So... uh...," Phintys mumbled as Theoxena sank into her arms, "Are we girlfriends now?"
FIN
03. Breast Worship: Demeter
Iasion could hardly believe his luck that Demeter, a goddess of Mount Olympos, had taken him as her lover. He never felt special before, just a regular farm boy who worked his father's fields and prayed to the gods for help with the crops. But ever since Demeter had first seduced him, he felt like the most special man in all of Greece. He waited excitedly in the little grove where she told him she'd meet him in secret, away from prying eyes. He had braided a wreath of flowers into his hair to please her and cleaned himself up with a bath in the river. He wore his best chiton, even if it would be tossed aside very quickly. He leaned against one of the trees, smoothing his garment, when Demeter appeared. She was dressed in a finely-spun chiton that was draped in a way that accentuated her voluptuous figure, bringing out the roundness of her hips and the fullness of her breasts. Iasion gaped, unable to take his eyes off her.
"Good evening, my love," she said, embracing him with a kiss. "I have missed you so!"
Iasion blushed.
"I have missed you like the crops miss Helios," he replied, "Life without you is like living in the dark."
She chuckled, giving him another kiss.
"My dramatic little lover. But now I am here."
"Let me worship you, oh my beautiful goddess!"
He sank to his knees in front of her, kissing her ankles as he lifted her rich garment.
"Show me your devotion, Iasion," she replied, ungirding her chiton. The cloth fell to the ground, revealing Demeter's strophion bound around her heavy breasts for support. Iasion looked up at her, kissing up her calf.
"I am your most loyal servant, oh blooming Demeter!" he assured her, his kisses marking a wet path up her soft leg.
10. In the Wild Outdoors: Artemis / Daphne
Daphne, a nymph of the streams, had never been man-crazy like most of her sisters. Instead, she avoided all males like the plague, preferring to go into the mountains of the Peloponnese for a hunt. Artemis had long noticed her, appreciating her skill and dedication to the hunt as well as maidenhood. One day, Artemis decided to run into her in the mountains, taking her silver bow and lacing up her hunting boots, careful that her short chiton was practical yet becoming, that her dark hair was bound to stay out of her face but also added to her charm. She prowled the forest on silent feet until she had the maiden in her sights. When she stepped forward between the trees to reveal herself, Daphne startled and before Artemis could speak, she let loose an arrow her way. Being a goddess, Artemis just stepped aside, the arrow hitting one of the trees behind her. Daphne trembled.
"I didn't mean to do that! I didn't mean to shoot your way, Lady Artemis, please believe me!"
"I believe that you did, sweet Daphne, and your arrow would have hit true if the target wasn't the Goddess of the Hunt." She grinned. "I wanted to meet you in the flesh and I am not disappointed."
"L-Lady Artemis," Daphne stammered, "I-I am a great admirer of... of you."
Artemis smirked.
"I hear you do not care for the company of men. Is it true?"
"As true as the words of the Pythia in Delphi."
Artemis stepped closer.
"Do you instead care for the company of women?" she asked with a flirtatious smile.
Daphne nodded breathlessly. Their eyes locked and Artemis felt the spark like a strike of her father's lightning. In a flash they were upon each other, kissing wildly. She pressed Daphne against a tree trunk, the knotty bark leaving marks on her arse. The air was full of birdsong and the gurgling of the nearby stream and the fragrant smell of resin from the tree. Daphne tumbled with her into the forest floor of dry leaves and weeds, still kissing. Her hand crept up Artemis' short chiton and Artemis sighed, a sound that drowned in the noises of the forest. Crushed plants stained her clothes with their green sap as she rolled around with the nymph, kissing and feeling the shape of her breasts, the curve of her body, the heat of her womanhood. Artemis licked her lips.
"Spread your legs, beautiful," she said, leaves and dirt sticking to her knees as she crawled down towards Daphne's feet, lifting her skirt to get a good look at the untrimmed bush, a proud patch of dark, curly hair. Artemis was looking forward to getting a closer look. Her teats rubbed against the fine fabric of her chiton, hard and sensitive. She kissed the spot just above the pubic triangle, then she spread Daphne's lips and covered the slit with her mouth. A surprised squeal came from the nymph as Artemis licked like a fountain. Her tongue was skilled and experienced. This wasn't the first girl she tasted and she wouldn't be the last. A thick, coarse hair stuck to her tongue but she didn't let that deter her. There was nothing more delightful than having a girl out here, deep in the forest, far away from the rules of the city, from judgemental eyes and wagging tongues. She grabbed Daphne's firm, muscular buttocks, slurping as she suckled on her folds. Daphne scratched the ground with her sandalled feet, he body quivering. Artemis grabbed a prickly stick and removed it before Daphne would squirm over the ground and be hurt by it. A bee buzzed past them and Artemis felt her own womanhood getting wide and wet. Daphne had a tangy aroma to her that she couldn't get enough of, her skin smooth over the amazing strength of her glutes. Artemis made a surprised noise when Daphne rubbed against her, getting herself off on her tongue. She let go of one buttock to stroke herself. This was too hot! Daphne's breath sped up, her whimpers blending with the soundscape of the forest. Artemis let out a low groan herself as she approached her climax, fingers rubbing frantically over her swollen pearl. Daphne flexed her buttocks, legs straining as she came, her cries rousing two birds from their seat above them. Artemis bit her lip hard, hissing with the intensity of her orgasm. She wiped her fingers on one of the larger weeds but she could feel the juices running down her chin. Daphne sat up beside her, pulling her into her lap.
"No need to clean up before round two," she said and pressed a kiss to her lips.
FIN
11. Food Kink: Zeus / Ganymedes
The gathering in the House of Zeus upon Olympos had ended and Ganymedes sighed as he started cleaning up. He gathered empty cups, wiped away spilled nectar, and moved the tables out of the way. Come morning, the hall would be ready for the council meeting with the major Olympian gods. But right now, it looked like a battlefield of carousing. He was removing the cover of a stained pillow when Zeus entered, dressed in a loosely draped himation. He must have prepared for bed.
"Ganymedes, my darling," he said, "My bed is so terribly cold and lonely without you!"
The boy allowed his divine lover to embrace him and place a kiss on the nape of his neck. Then he gestured at the remains of the evening.
"And it will be until I am done tidying up this mess."
Zeus wrapped his arms around him, warm and prickling with electricity.
"Leave it to the other servants and come to bed with me," he suggested.
"No," Ganymedes brushed him off, "I have served and smiled all night and I haven't even eaten yet. Wait or go to bed without me."
Zeus paused.
"You haven't eaten?!" he boomed.
"No. When was I supposed to eat while serving drinks?" Ganymedes shook his head. "Smelled delicious, though."
"We have to do something about that!"
Zeus left and Ganymedes, puzzled, continued his work.
As he was taking down the decorations Zeus returned with a large golden platter ladden with food.
"Sit down, my boy. Let's feed you."
Ganymedes smiled. Zeus was too sweet. He obeyed, reclining on one of the couches with a coquettish pose, giving his divine lover a flirtatious look. Zeus sat down beside him and wrapped a strong arm around him as he picked up a piece of ambrosia. It was the only food available up here on Mount Olympos and Ganymedes wondered if it helped make him unageing.
"Open wide, love," Zeus said and Ganymedes opened his mouth with a chuckle. The ambrosia was soft and sweet like honey, melting on his tongue and making him realise how hungry he was. He licked the divine delicacy off Zeus' finger, suckling until he had lapped up even the last remnants of its sweetness. He knew this simple act would set his lover on fire. Zeus was easy that way. But his gaze was filled with something more than just desire.
"My love," he said, "I don't want you to lack for anything." He tenderly brushed his hand over Ganymedes' cheek. "You have been a magnificent cup bearer tonight, providing drinks for everyone. Let me provide for you now."
He selected another chunk of ambrosia, firmer and darker than the first. Ganymedes received it with curiosity, wondering what it would taste like. The texture was brittle like old cheese and just as flavourful, filling his mouth with heavenly bliss. Zeus made sure that he left no crumbs, making him lick them off his fingers.
"Good boy. Now you should drink something too." He produced an unused golden cup and poured nectar from Ganymedes' own jug. "Drink up, love. It's not every day that the King of the Gods is serving drinks."
He winked. Ganymedes couldn't help but laugh, receiving the cup and drinking in eager gulps. As he emptied it, a few drops ran down his chin and fell onto his chest. But Zeus quickly kissed the golden liquid away and pressed another piece of ambrosia against his lover's lips.
"Eat up."
Ganymedes pulled it from his fingers with his teeth and devoured it. This time, he was reminded of the aromatic taste of a stew seasoned to perfection with herbs and spices. The ambrosia dissolved into the thick, soupy quality he would expect. Eagerly he opened his mouth for he next delight, like a baby bird waiting to be fed. Zeus chuckled and dutifully filled his mouth, the portion on the golden platter shrinking bit by bit. It didn't take long for the pangs of hunger to subside, replaced by a pleasant satisfaction. But ambrosia was too delicious to leave any on the platter. And now that his need had been met, a different kind of hunger began to manifest. Ganymedes crawled on his lover's lap, looking up with pleading eyes and begged for more. Zeus was all too happy to oblige. The ambrosia had a creamy quality and the god smeared it all over Ganymede's plump lips, watching him with smouldering eyes. Ganymedes returned his gaze with rising heat as he suckled on Zeus' thumb in his mouth. Oh by fiery Eros, he wanted him! When Zeus delivered the next morsel, he pulled it from his hand with his teeth and let it drop.
"Oh, clumsy me," he remarked, picking the ambrosia up with thumb and index finger, only to smear it all over the king's very obvious erection. Zeus gaped. Ganymedes gave him a smirk. "I better clean it up."
He closed his lips around the head and immediately the ambrosia's flavours exploded on his tongue. He washed his tongue over the tip, making Zeus sigh sweetly. Ganymedes enjoyed giving oral, divine cocks were usually clean, but even the phallus of a god didn't taste that good! Fruity aromas delighted his senses as he sucked on his lover's crown, loving every moment of it. The ambrosia elevated this already hot activity to the next level of horny bliss. Ganymedes took in more of the shaft, giving his erastes a bit of friction as his soft tongue worked the tip. He felt it swell in his mouth and leaked a few drops of pre-come onto his own thigh. Oh by Eros this was hot!
"My little rascal," Zeus groaned.
"Uh-huh," Ganymedes agreed. He allowed the god's length to go deeper and deeper as he tried to savour every little splash of ambrosia. But before he had licked it all up, Zeus shivered like the branches of his sacred oak trees and erupted, thick, salty come flooding Ganymedes' mouth. He swallowed most of it before withdrawing with a slurping noise.
"I didn't know there was sperm-flavoured ambrosia."
Zeus laughed and cuddled him close in his strong arms.
"There's a lot more where that is coming from."
FIN
