"Two Dominas, two trembling novices, and a midnight curriculum of desire—welcome to The Games of Crave."
1st Game - "Velvet Solitude"Eva and Noor have learned that pleasure can be loud. Tonight we will teach them how loud silence can feel.The game: one sister hooded, deafened, lashed; the other, un-hooded, must describe each strike—voice, words, even scent—so...
"Pulse is the story of Lu guiding Eva into the hidden corners of her mind"
After a week’s polite messages, Noor—a willow-slim Moroccan graduate student with curious eyes—joins us for “sister rope.”I outline the blueprint to both subs: a chest harness, a crotch rope, twin hip-slings, hoisted so their bellies graze, their faces close enough...
"Pulse is the story of Lu guiding Eva into the hidden corners of her mind"
The basement smells of honey and winter pines before a single wick is lit.Four pillar candles sit on a steel tray: ivory soy (the lowest melt), beeswax gold, scarlet paraffin, and midnight-blue paraffin laced with micro-glitter. A stainless ladle, a...
"Pulse is the story of Lu guiding Eva into the hidden corners of her mind"
My oldest friend in the scene, Maîtresse Zoe, arrives precisely at dusk: violet suede coat, boots buffed to piano-black. She carries her own harness rolled like a banner of intent and a sealed tube of medical-grade silicone lube. We exchange...
"Pulse is the story of Lu guiding Eva into the hidden corners of her mind"
I never touch an untouched place without ritual...The day itself feels like ceremony: roasted aromas coil up from the moka pot, sunlight sifts through the kitchen shutters in honey ribbons, and the marble counter is cool enough to raise goose-flesh...
"Pulse is the story of Lu guiding Eva into the hidden corners of her mind"
Sybian tremors still haunt the basement mats when Eva returns three nights later, pupils widening at the metallic scent I let linger on purpose.We talk first—always. Thirty full minutes: tea, laughter, an honest roll-call of bruises and bruised memories. She...
"Pulse is the story of Lu guiding Eva into the hidden corners of her mind."
Sleep surrendered us to daylight in slow filaments: amber loft-light dissolving into watery Toulouse sun, kettle hiss morphing into pigeons on the eaves.Eva still dozed when I planned the afternoon—thumb idly scrolling a mental inventory of toys in the locked...
"Pulse is the story of Lu guiding Eva into the hidden corners of her mind"
The hush in my basement is never silent.Stand here long enough and you’ll hear everything the city tries to bury: the sub-bass groan of distant freight on the SNCF tracks, a tremor like a whale’s heartbeat; the wet tick-tick of...
"Pulse is the story of Lu guiding Eva into the hidden corners of her mind"
I always know when the city fades from a lover’s pulse: the instant diesel, gossip, and sodium street-glare drain off their skin like dirty rainwater. Tonight, the hush arrives on the sixth iron step beneath my workshop. The grate shivers...
Emma, a twenty-year-old college student, was hurrying home after a long day of classes. As she approached her apartment block, the skies darkened, and within moments, the rain began to pour down heavily. She pulled up her hood, but it...
