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Insightful, Part 1 (18+)

The silk trails up the side of my neck and I offer myself up to its motion. Over my throat, and up against the side of my face, fluttering over my forehead until I hear my own moans at its touch. The aroma of his shower gel fills me as his hand brushes my face, and my eyes close as his skin brushes my lips. They chase the touch, not recognising that the silk has covered my eyelids until it pulls tight round the back of my head.

I don’t want to make an idiot of myself, but my chest is lurching. I don’t know if I can cope with it; not knowing, not seeing. His chest presses up against my shoulder blades; his cock is hardening inside his jeans, pressing against the top of my backside. The thought of it makes my heart bang. The movement of his cock is so mesmerising to me that it takes a moment to notice he has my arms up above my head.

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Audience for the Marionette, Part 2

This is the second part of my dark, erotic voyeurism story about a beautiful marionette who has discovered she is becoming sentient of body as(read more…)

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#TeaserTuesday: The Ballet of Chestnuts

Welcome to #teasertuesday again! This week I have a (not so little) snippet from a work-in-progress, entitled The Ballet of Chestnuts. You can find out(read more…)

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#TeaserTuesday: Extract from Muse in Bohemia

I have been baring my wares on the big screen. Before you get excited (or throw up), it’s not as…um…whatever…as it sounds. Firstly, I’ve kind(read more…)

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The House of Seven Sins: Mistress in Training Chapter 4, part 2 (18+ only)

At the sight of him staring, instinct led her quivering fingers to grasp at her own neck and, in so doing, she felt the solid(read more…)

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The House of Seven Sins: Mistress in Training Chapter 4, part 1 (18+ only)

The start of this chapter comes with my apologies for taking so long to post it. Normal service has now been resumed! If you remember,(read more…)

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D/s and Abusive Relationships

It’s rare that I post on a completely personal issue, but I came across a blog post yesterday and so many things about it resonated with(read more…)

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Love Slave Part 15 – FINAL PART (18+)

My imagination taunts me: my own hands become his hands against my skin, reliving every touch, every culmination of our messages, and every single year of desire since I first set eyes upon him. Amid the gushing water and the waves of tears I make myself come, because I need to find a release from the excruciating pain that threatens to overwhelm me. The feeling builds, an all-consuming ache that roots itself in my cunt and winds through me like a serpent, at the picture of his face burned on my retina, and the memory of the way I clung to him during the night, finally knowing the fullness of him inside me. The pure energy of the memory threatens to leave me unconscious there under the water, drowning me in my own desire and desperation and salty reprisals.