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Alma and Bee

Bee's whimpers of need were, frankly, pretty pathetic. As was the way she raised her hips in the air, trying in vain to reach something to rub against. Her greedy cunt was glistening wet, shaved bare, and swollen from hunger and torment. She was tied to a table. The...

Scheduling Conflict

The first thing Becky noticed about the bar was how everything seemed to have an amber glow. The dark flocked damask wallpaper, the dark wood of the bar and tables, the candlelight reflecting off the mirrors behind the bar. It was a beautiful place, filled with...

Bound Crush

The key was not letting on how he felt. Let the rope take over. Let the familiar routine play out like a dance number he had memorized. Disappear into his dominance. That would keep him from letting on the crush he had on her. That would hide the fact that he had been...

The First Party

It’s the first party after the quarantine, and no one is really sure what to do. In the familiar loft, we all stand with drinks in our hands like its prom, and no one is sure if it is cool to dance. Desperation is everywhere, palpable, and real. It’s sapped our charm...

Pigtails

She was okay with being naked. She didn’t mind walking past my open windows or if I snapped a picture of her every once in a while. I liked that. I liked how much she enjoyed her body, lounging and showing off her curves without a hint of the embarrassment that is...

Little Cakes

For his birthday the table was lined with Petit Fours and Macarons in pretty pastel piles. Presents wrapped in soft pink and lavender. Bowls of figs and grapes and cherries. Bouquets of violets and foxglove. He was never alone, and everyone was kind and gentle with...

Stockings and Whispers

“Hush hush,” she whispered and patted my head. She brushed my hair back and played with it gently, twirling it between her fingers. I was on the floor, my head against her knee as she sat on the couch. “Will you fix my stockings, love?” She whispered. It wasn’t really...

The Blackboard

It was a thunder crack when he smacked her, then a still moment as the world went silent, then lightning behind her eyes. Everything vibrating and swimming. Blood rushing in her ears, her face heating and turning red, her vision blurring, and then finally his face...