Whores A Bound

It’s been forty minutes since your girlfriend left you there tied to the bed in nothing but a pair of pink satin panties. The two of you had been playing these bondage games for several weeks and so far it had been fun. Now you were getting worried. Where the hell was she? Finally . . . → Read More: Whores A Bound


 

Whore for the Night

You are naked and blindfolded on your hands and knees on top of a raised platform in the middle of the room. As the evening begins you hear the guests arrive, the rumble of voices, laughter, and you remember my command: you will stay still on your hands and knees, back arched, head up, . . . → Read More: Whore for the Night


 

The Art of Pain

She touches you, soft, Her fingers feathers on your skin. She always starts so slow, so delicate, As if she has not used your body countless times before, As if she has to relearn every inch, Prime the canvas of your skin before she can begin; From lips to chin, To that delicate flutter . . . → Read More: The Art of Pain


 

Caught Red Handed

You thought you could keep this a secret forever? Sneaking in here, into my room when I am at work? Dressing your little sissy self in my lingerie? My good lingerie!? You thought I wouldn’t notice? That I didn’t suspect? And now I have caught you red handed. In my red lace lingerie set . . . → Read More: Caught Red Handed


 

Fuck Me

“Fuck me.” She says And all the reasons you shouldn’t be here are gone Lost Blown away by that warm breath against your neck Melted on that sliver of moisture on her top lip Lost

“Fuck me.” She says And her eyes dare you to deny this desire, it burns Hot You came here . . . → Read More: Fuck Me