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Monthly Archives: February 2013
She couldn’t seem to remember exactly what she was doing. She was a bit dazed, a little confused. Her bottom hurt, her pussy pulsed, and her thoughts were all over the place. She felt perplexed. One minute she was bent … Continue reading
“Nice.” “She marks beautifully.” “Pretty fucking wet, too.” “We’ve just begun to explore the possibilities of pain response.” “Looks pretty fucking responsive to me!” “That she does.” “Making a helluva mess on the bench…for a newbie.” “She’ll clean it up.” *male laughter* … Continue reading
“I didn’t mean to forget…you know I’m a flake..” her voice trailed off at his stern look. “I’ve gone over this a dozen times. Perhaps more. You’re not a child, Emmy. You’re a woman, a grown-up, a slut, my wife.” … Continue reading
In the darkness, pain was unexpected, unseen, unprepared for. His teeth clamped onto her shoulder, biting into the tender junction there. From between her lips came a moan, a gasp, a cry. Her body stiffened, even as his arm came … Continue reading
He’s fierce. Firm. Usually unyielding. It is next to impossible to make Him change His mind – if He says “no O tonight, little girl”? It really IS ‘no O tonight’. This is *exactly* the kind of man, the sort … Continue reading
She had no idea where in the room they were. One moment her hand had been pressed against an impressively growing hard-on, the next she was back to being pushed across the room by his hand in her hair. They … Continue reading
Her body wet empty yearning His velvet hardness pulsing wet pearl forming oozing growing dropping. bare her feet standing pigeon-toed back arching arms high white rope bound wrists knots flowing through old rusted ring set high over doorway lintel. her … Continue reading
They met in a bar in a mutually convenient location. First dates were always fraught with tensions on both sides of the table. He wanted to run his finger down the curves of her little black neckline, to see if … Continue reading