"A poem about erotic anticipation."
Erotic AnticipationIs it supposed to be this way,She thinks to herself in the dark.Her heart races ahead,A smile creeps on her face,She listens for movement…Around her!The blindfold she wears,So dark and so tight.The bonds that hold her arms upright,The chains...
"Prologue: He is her slave...or is he?"
So here we are, you, kneeling - pathetically - on the floor as if doing homage to the goddess that sits above you: me, in my leather and lace, and you, completely naked. I'll bet all your friends see you...
"Isobelle's lustful imaginings finally end in a reality much hotter than her daydreams"
At last, Isobelle sits in the expensive silence of Ezra’s car. Her freshly shaven thighs peep out from the short hem of her favourite dress. On her body the fabric pools like liquid.“We’ll go to my place”Ezra glances at her....
