“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...
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The Bookstore, Ch. 9
"Marie spends another night with him, then is taken home...for now."
Marie was still straddling him, eyes closed and trying to catch her breath, her body still shuddering with the pleasure of her final orgasm, when he pushed her off his lap and onto the floor. With her arms still cinched...
The Bookstore, Ch. 8
"Marie is allowed to come...but then is not allowed to stop."
Marie felt wretched. While he was gone, it had been easy to nurture her feelings of resentment towards him for leaving her alone all day, tied up and bored, and suffering acutely from her unsatisfied lust. As the long day...
The Bookstore, Ch. 6
"The following morning Marie receives further training."
Marie awoke with a start. This was a shock in itself, as usually for her the transition from sleep to waking was a slow, drifting affair filled with vague half-dreams which vanished as soon as she opened her eyes. This...
The Bookstore, Ch. 5
"Marie is brought to his home and used mercilessly."
All night? His words reverberated in Marie's mind. Did he mean he was going to let her spend the night with him? She fervently wished he would. She so badly wanted him to hold her...and maybe he'd fuck her again, for...
“You’re Late”
"A hard and fast account: Your punishment for me takes a different turn than I was expecting."
“You’re late,” you hiss as I arrive. I frown. I hadn’t thought I was late at all. I check my watch again and I cringe. Crap… late.“I’m sorry, Sir,” I whisper, knowing the words are empty to you. We'd already...
She has no shame. None whatsoever. It’s been replaced with confidence and a touch of cruelty. “Strip.” She snaps her fingers, expecting – requiring – quick obedience, never mind that the curtains are pulled back and the room is well lit...
Filthy and dangerous,chemical pleasure surges,this can never end -a pure, beautiful sensationburning so bright.Smoky and vaporous,Hot, wet, tight,Dirty and traitorous,driven by urges which refuse to bendin an erotic coronation,on Monday night.Sensation in flurry,Concentration is blight.Drifting and blurry,the bedchamber merges.Weariness prepared to...
The world's gone dark - absent,on Monday night.A scene set by steaming,emergent passion.Clear thoughts ripped apart and burned again and again in a furnace fired by the human soul.Clinging hard to sound judgment,resisting fright,a voice turns high, screamingin urgent fashion.Beautiful, confused, concerned.A...