Erotica and jumbled thoughts.
Her nipples had gone numb. Jane could feel the dull throbs quietly pulsing in her brain. Barely acknowledging that the clamps were still attached. The burning inside her thighs, the residual ache on her slit seemed to block the pain receptors from her diamond hard tips. She felt intoxicated. Drunk. Entering a space she so … Continue reading His Little Masochist. (2)
Jane had been antsy all day. She was b-o-r-e-d bored. She had tried to rid herself of some energy by taking the dogs for an excessively long walk but it did little to help. And now that they were midway through their Netflix original…she was restless once again. Well. Restless and horny. She’d always been … Continue reading His Little Masochist. (1)
The duo were attending a gala. Chris was sporting a stunning three piece — black on black on black. It made Jane weak in the knees. The sight of him was almost enough to make her want to go. Almost. She would much rather be in their cozy home snuggling with the dogs and curled up on … Continue reading Old Habits. (2)
Jane had made up her mind to ask Chris to help stop her awful habit. Her nails were bitten to the quicks. The sides bleeding, scarred, scabbed over. She hated her hands. Hated. Them. She was embarrassed by them. Had tried — in vain — to stop thousands upon thousands of times. Her mother would nag her about it. Harp … Continue reading Old Habits. (1)
Jane craned her neck backwards, trying to get a good look at her phone screen as she took a picture of her decorated derriere. She had been instructed to keep the plug in all day. Wearing nothing else underneath her animated scrubs save for the transparent glass plug with a pretty painted rose on the … Continue reading Underneath.
A feral growl ripped from Christians throat. His lips curled into a wicked snarl. His lips cruelly twisting as he forced her legs apart. Making sure his grip remained unyielding at her throat, he released her other hand and slid his own down her body. Roughly grabbing at her gently sloped breasts. The shirt. He … Continue reading Head Start (3…FINALLY)
Christian started off at a sprint. Much faster than the pace Jane had set. He had watched her ponytail swishing with each bounding step she took. Each one carrying her farther and farther away. He watched the spot where she had disappeared into the thicket. Watching as the forest seemed to swallow her tiny frame … Continue reading Head Start. (2)
Her heart was thudding against her chest as she lay on the bed. She was ecstatic. Out of her mind ecstatic. Christian was planning something. He, of course, wouldn't tell her what. All she knew was on the note that was left on the counter when she got woke up this morning: "My love, when … Continue reading Head Start. (1)
It was a little awkward. They were both there because Christian had set it up. Just the thought of it was making Jane's cheeks burn ablaze. But Jane had been the one to ask for a 'date' of sorts before anything happened. As much as she wanted to do anything for her love, she had … Continue reading Just Coffee.
Jane both loved and hated the workouts. Both her and Christian had agreed to do them together, which was the part she loved. But today...today she would rather veg on the couch and pet their dogs. She was lazy today. Her body achy and tired. And she was hungry. And not for broccoli or chicken … Continue reading Cardio.
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