In a weird way he couldn’t explain, Jay found wearing the gear almost dignified. The book was definitely starting to get to him. After he had been put into his gear, Simon led him out of his stall into the corral with twelve other men lined up in front of a huge carriage. They were …
Jay was put through his paces. They left the stall and went to the huge corral. Once there, Simon made him do some exercises. Trotting with the high boots and prancing pretty. Those moves brought up many of the feelings of humiliation that still plagued him. Simon was firm, pushing him on even when he …
I’ll have to post the other variations of this photo. I love the way it looks so much.
Kelly was in some kind of sexual haze. They’d lead her to the kitchen, putting her under one of the work tables that the staff sat at to make bread. Her handler, a stocky man with bronze skin and a shock of white hair, had pushed her under it and tied her hands to slat …
This trip out of the village didn’t take long. Or maybe it was naked fear blinding Jay from noticing. He’d much rather his earlier moment with Marta to this consuming emotion. Simon was hopping up into the bed of the cart and unhooking him from the rail in moments. Jay was descending into a full …
Watching Jay being led away really fucked with Kelly’s head. Her chin was covered in the queen’s come, but every ounce of arousal was gone as she worried about him going to the village. The flashes of recollection she had weren’t fabulous, but she knew that he faced a public auction. She also knew the …
This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt is writing. I thought about a host of things I could cover here. Lots to trudge through. I’ve been writing for a long time. I’ve written about how long I’ve been writing. Things have evolved for me. From journals to blogging to sex blogging. All of it is a way …
“But I’m not searching for anything.” That was the first thing she said when she came to and found herself naked and kneeling before a queen’s throne. Frustration bubbled up. Kelly hadn’t believed she needed anything before. Meeting Jay could be deemed as finding a nice thing. He’s definitely been a surprise she wasn’t anticipating. …
“Where are we going, Jay?” “Just wait. It’s a surprise, quit trying to spoil it.” Kelly kinda hated surprises. She would go looking for her Christmas presents as a kid and beg for hints if she couldn’t find them. She was notorious for reading the last couple pages of a book. Who wanted to read …
“Kelly, it’s been three weeks and you haven’t picked up a book once.” Call her crazy, but after that last shitshow with the gypsy and falling into a book, she was a little reluctant to even look at a book. “I’m pretty sure I have post traumatic stress syndrome.” Kelly shuddered as she looked across …