Hi. My name is Jenny, or at least that’s the name most everyone uses. Everyone but Violet. She’s sort of my girlfriend, only I’m not a lesbian. I think? I’m not really attracted to other girls. Just her so I’m...
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From the Journal of Olivia Delacroix Day twelve? upon The Eye of Thermisto (translated from the French).Be thankful for little mercies. My captor, who yet remains nameless has granted me small privledges or, more precisely, incentives to behave. In other...
A mockery of a woman, most decidedly feminine in feature, stood before me appraising me in silence. In return, I examined her as well, more curious, at the moment, than afraid, although I wasn’t entirely without fear. She would have...
She’d set me before a floor length mirror so that I could watch her work. It was fascinating in its way. The blue strands of rope contrasted nicely against my exposed flesh. She’d positioned me so that I sat on...
“Comfortable?” she asked with a wry chuckle. Not really. Not that I voiced the thought. It’s hard to talk when you’re doing your best to keep a strawberry pressed between your lips. Keep it there and I’ll make you cum. Eventually. I’m...
Side show Juliet special effectsBlack Girl White Girl Oakland XIn the dark it all makes senseLove is West side Romeo stealing carsTattooed muscles skin and scarsIn his eyes you can see the starsLove is All is loveLove is all Late night Lancelot purple...
Half asleep, my cheek resting against her warm thigh, a lazy smile playing on my lips. Her legs, crossed at the ankles, her toenails unadorned. Not too long ago I was sucking on them. Right after I’d licked the soles...
“Comfortable?”I managed a muted whimper, unable to properly answer, my own soaked panties, ripe with the taste of my own juices and stuffed into my mouth made it impossible to form coherent words.No. I wasn’t. And it wasn’t just the...
To a casual onlooker we probably just looked like close friends enjoying a meal. That wasn’t so far from the truth and yet…I’d gotten into the habit of dressing up for her whenever we’d meet for lunch. She enjoyed pretty...
I’ve been laying here, on her bed, for what seems an eternity, although the glowing red numbers on the clock tell a different tale. She left me here, naked, a white chess piece sitting precariously on my quivering stomach…“If it’s...