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)
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)
Christian had kept it a secret. He hadn't wanted Jane to know until the plan was put into action. He knew about her exhibitionist streak. He knew everything about her, and she was going to fucking love this. He had gone over the scenario a thousand times in his head. He had talked to their … Continue reading Surprise.
School was a drag. University was boring. The campus full of idiots thinking themselves as intellectuals. Most of the time Raven could sit by and let her mind silently roil in rage at their ignorance. But she was heated after that encounter with that lycan. That fucking lycan. A growl rumbled in her throat. Her … Continue reading A Witch and a Lycan: episode dos.
A haughty, arrogant, bitch. She knew she was. Knew it full well. It's what made her so damn fucking enticing to him. He was fatally attracted. He always found magic fascinating. And knowing she was a witch...well fuck. Did he need any other explanation? Her hair flowed. Cascading down her back in a stream of … Continue reading A Witch and a Lycan: episode uno.
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