My series. 500 words on the nose. – The Chief put me on a sort of leave after we wrapped the Doll Collector case. I say “sort of” because I was on call in case Mick got anything major in. Or he turned up. Just thinking about him started the jitters. A week off and …
Follow up Just as he fired, I dropped to the ground, sending my gun skittering along the floor. Muffled screams filled the room as I scrambled backwards. My back hit the cage and I felt her banging against the back of it. The door shut and I heard heavy footsteps approaching. I kept my penlight …
Follow up Here I was, following a hunch. I didn’t tell Mick where I was going when I left the station, determined not to say too much in case I was wrong. No need to bring the Calvary to an empty warehouse. It wasn’t quite a warehouse I pulled up to fifteen minutes later though. …
Follow along It had been over a week since he let me go. My back throbbed less, but I couldn’t stop myself from reaching back to touch it when I changed the bandage. I also couldn’t help masturbating every night to thoughts of him fucking me as he hurt me again. There was no time …
Follow along I felt the throb of the word he carved into my back. He etched slowly, I couldn’t quite figure out what, the pain and desire clouding my brain. He’d found a kink I didn’t know existed and played with it. The way his body pressed into mine as he’d worked had sent me …
I’m shit at sharing our shit, but I’m determined to put up some of the posts I’ve enjoyed over the month. Here’s your September posts in review. – Aurora Glory shared this very vulnerable and honest post. Share Your Pain & it Will Go Away Having recently gotten my IUD replaced, something I keep meaning …
Follow along “Let’s begin again, detective. I’m here because you want me here.” “I…” “Don’t worry. I know what you want. I’ve known since the moment we met.” This moment was surreal. He sat across from me, looking every inch the picture of a cat who got its cream. I couldn’t decide if I would …
Follow up A month had passed. A month of me looking over my fucking shoulder, waiting for him to come to me again. Secretly longing for it and waking in the middle of the night gasping with that need. It had been quiet in homicide. The usual cases came through, distracting me from the thoughts …
Follow along “Aren’t you a pretty thing…” I had to be dreaming. I struggled to wake, but something kept pulling me back down into sleep. Fingertips traced my face, then my lips. I parted them and I felt the touch on my tongue. Before my mouth could close, could taste his skin, the finger moved …