Triple X- RatedThis blog is for ADULTS ONLY and contains themes of BD/sm. The stories contained within are just that--sexual tales of sadism, masochism, orgasm control, and pictures of naked tits. If any of this stuff is offensive to you...why are you here? Seriously ~ this is sexy stuff and not everyone can handle it. BDSM themes abound... You have been warned.
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She twisted and turned, trying to free her wrists. Her fingers were growing numb from being tied over her head for so long. In the darkness of her closet, her phone blinked on, vibrated her “times up” signal. For the … Continue reading
I could sit here and write a long and tedious blogpost about life, and rain, and sunshine, gardens, and anal play and tentacles. But I won’t. Not tonight. Tonight I’m thinking about what He’ll do if I forget to bring … Continue reading
i worked on this with great assistance from my dear friend and fellow author Will from Erotic Writers. I sent it out for publication and heard nothing so *shrugs* whatever, right? Since I’m still not feeling well (it’s been such … Continue reading
I’ve been meaning to post this for more than a week…but things kept cropping up (get it, cropping? LOL I crack myself up sometimes!) and I never got around to it. And now here it is, Christmas Day for those … Continue reading
ever have a story just grab you by the throat, shake the fuck outta you and *make* you write it? that’s exactly what happened with this one. Stuck in my head for two days, zinging around in all that space, … Continue reading
She had never eaten her own pussy sauce before. She sat on the pillow on the floor of his kitchen, trembling. The aftershocks of orgasm, of the control, of the dominance of him made her weak, light-headed. “Subspace already, little one?” … Continue reading
Most of you may recall that wordwitch and her Dom, Wolf, sent me…or rather, my Master, a care package. The header picture shows them, ranked in order of my curiosity about them. Master had me think about them, touch them, … Continue reading
There are a ton of images floating in my head. Upstairs. Downstairs. In the kitchen, in my room. So much that I am still processing. So much I want to hold close. So much I want to say. I want … Continue reading
Waiting…. to feel the grasp of His fingers tangled in my hair. To feel the pull of His desires molding me to His needs. to feel the rush and surge of adrenaline as the mask slides over my eyes, as I am … Continue reading