He had pushed me onto the bed and ripped off my pants – along with my panties. Instantly I was wondering what would happen next. Every time is a surprise with him, and this time was no different. I had not a single inkling of his plans. Fine by me. I love surprises. I lay … Continue reading A Proverbial Tropic Storm.
There’s something about it. There’s something about being thrown across the room as though you weigh as much as a bird with their pneumatic bones — nothing at all. There’s something to be said about how quickly it sends one into their subspace. It’s instantaneous. Immediate. The way my body bounces on the bed. Or the way … Continue reading Manhandling.
I have this feeling coursing through my veins. That of utter deviousness. Pure wickedness. This feeling refuses to leave me alone, and I have full intentions on asking Him if I can cum later tonight. We shall see what…comes…of that. Anyways, back to this feeling. My body, my mind, is yearning for the kind of … Continue reading Good Bitch.
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 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)
My senses have been deprived for far too long. My appetite is ravenous for the one my my soul is bonded with. Sometimes I wonder if He feels the same. Sometimes I wonder if His fire for me burns as intently as mine does for Him. My wick never falters. Never dies. Never wanes. It … Continue reading Burning Bright.
Work has me running like a chicken with my head cut off. Flailing around, blood spurting out of my severed jugular, head rolling in the opposite direction. Yeah. Springtime madness in the vet world. Yippee ki yay. As I’m sitting here gathering overtime on my shortened lunch break, all I can think about is how … Continue reading Fucked Silly.
I ordered a new toy a while ago. Suction. Pulse waves. Vibration. It’s heaven with ten different functions. I had a free pass the day I got it. As many orgasms as I could crank out for a single day. I was ecstatic. And yet, the whole time I was thinking how much better it … Continue reading So I got a new toy…
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)
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