Bondage & submission illustrated short story
Beneath my heavy coat the knots that hold me tighten. Rope bites, pulling soft skin into leather wrinkles. The only clue to our purpose, the gag between my teeth, its buckle behind my head, catching strands of hair and causing pinpricks on my scalp.
I like writing about women exploring kinky sexy for the first time. In this spanking fetish short story a woman explores her deepest desires as the door to a new world opens .
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Sex in the woods is not all it seems in this sexy fairy tale
I love writing about the supernatural. But what if it’s really there – just in another dimension? This is the prologue to my book The Iron Tongue of Midnight. The prologue was originally written as a short story and then I decided to keep going.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve
Lovers to bed; ’tis almost fairy time
William Shakespeare – A Midsummer Nights Dream
Rebecca dreamed, tossing and turning in the heat of the night, her dark hair flowing in waves across the white pillows. The sultriness of the air glistened on her pale skin. In her dreams, she saw legions of men, each with tantalising blue-veined hard flesh standing out before them. Her arms reached out, she wanted them, wanted to touch them, feel them inside her.
Sometimes it’s just fun to write about people enjoying unexpected sex.
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She was wearing a pair of sexy, satin shorts and a white T-shirt. There were a couple of points pushing at the thin material that caught my attention as there was no bra holding them back.
A sexy short story. A middle aged woman satisfies her longing in the moonlight
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I was awake, lying naked, uncovered, on the bed; the hot humid air felt like a suffocating blanket, confining me, holding me down. My husband lay snoring beside me in a deep, dreamless, sleep; his naked body flowing over the bed.