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Monthly Archives: February 2015
She couldn’t believe that it was over. She wasn’t sure what Nicolas had said or done to Sir Thomas, but she hadn’t been contacted by him in over a week. When Pia had talked her into going to the club last … Continue reading
subtitled: He makes me see reason…His way. We talked about my “pissy mood”…and He says… You may have very valid points as to why you are pissed. You can imagine my surprise. The quick in-drawn breath I had–I know He … Continue reading
Yeah…so…they aren’t so perky as they were even five years ago–but– all part of the aging process. And He loves them loves to beat them loves to squeeze, and bite, and pinch, and grab, and clamp, and manhandle them. So … Continue reading
“OUCH!” He opened the clothes pin, removed it from his fingertip. “Those really pinch, the little fuckers.” “ur ellng eee…” A long string of drool hung from her chin. She stood with hands over her head, secured to the hook … Continue reading
Was it a fight? Or maybe a tiff? No–it was more than a tiff, but less than a fight. I’m at a loss for an appropriate word there, but let’s just say it reduced me to hurt feelings and tears, … Continue reading
This is, by necessity, brief. Busy busy busy week, and a full weekend ahead means not much time to write. however… I should get some face time with Master–if the fucking snow holds off until later in the evening. The … Continue reading
“I hope this works.” Pia said nothing as her friend paced the floor of her bedroom. She sat out of view from the cam of Lin’s computer. After another circuit around her bed, Lindsay paused, looking hard at Pia. “Well? … Continue reading
He sat in his little nook of an office. On the table with his computer was an open bag of chips. The detritus of prior bags littered the desktop’s glossy surface, while rings from countless glasses of cola marked the … Continue reading