Bondage & submission illustrated short story. Read free on Secret Obsessions with even more explicit photos
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.
Zantanna Dark writes in the first person with an immediacy that almost like reading a series of long texts from a friend.
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.