Unedited sketch – I wake to him in my room. The darkness his cover, his hand over my mouth, my gag. He tells me not to look. Said he’d beat me until I couldn’t move, and I try to listen. I try because I’m scared shitless he’ll hurt me. He turns me to my stomach, …
Kayla has found another inspirational photo this week. I believe it’s time to play, no? She slipped her hand back in her lap to conceal the tremor. Abby had considered this fantasy, brought herself off by it daily, but facing the reality of it made her pulse race with more than a small amount of …
A continuation of what I read on Kayla’s site. She wrote it for Wicked Wednesday and it stuck in my mind like a barb, demanding I carry it on. Maybe not to completion, but onward nonetheless… It was like a spell woven over the room. He’s the wizard and I’m the unsuspecting observer caught up …
This week’s prompt. Gawd, my girly bits can’t handle it! The gif refuses to play (a damn shame) so go check it out then come back and read. I’m bad. The names I call myself as I creep out of my house, around the back, across the yard to that spot just beneath his window …
Does our tenuous connection hold you so tight? The “I” of it tries to tie me when this “miss” was made to believe that the “you” just wanted a fluid exchange So our loose strand that was no more than a hairbreadth from breaking apart Suddenly feels like a solid tightrope This “I” can still …
Back to play? I’ll make it worth your while then. It was God-awful hot! A haze seemed to paint the air both inside and out. She couldn’t take off enough clothes or lay still enough to cool off. She’d stripped down to her skin and sprawled out on her bed with a glass of …
The sky looked bruised. An ominous sign that signaled a violent storm in the makings, with rains that promised more than a late summer’s sprinkle. It matched her mood perfectly. Bruised and roiling with a violence she was afraid she could no longer suppress. She needed to leave, him and this place. Before she imploded. …
Something to wake up to. It’s that time again. That (pants around your knees, hand between your thighs, head tossed back in pleasure) Time. And would you moan for me on this Monday? Here’s something familiar to help you get there… An arm slid around her waist just as she lifted the pan to turn the …
I’m participating in Kayla’s weekly MM posting that she’s just started. Check here for rules, be awesome, and participate. This week’s prompt is simple. Instead of speaking of my experience, I want to relive a different moment. My lips brush along his collarbone and his breath catches. I feel the shake of his body, the way …
I lifted my hand, palm up, and extended it toward her. She sat on the plush couch in my office, a distance away from where I’d positioned the chairs in front of my desk. The expression on her face far too worldly for a child of ten. I knew her history. Not in detail, but …