“Kind of cliché, don’t you think?” she smirked knowingly. “Sorry?” he replied quickly and confused. “I get it, hide in plain sight.” “Ma’am, I…” “This… you work in a footwear store and have a foot fetish.” “Firstly, I own the store. And secondly, that’s rather presumptuous of you.” “Okay Mr…
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Author: Zola Childs
Contact sport has never been my thing, but you, with that mystifying face and those puissant thighs.. I’m silently begging for you to please, please, step on me. Just look at you, 70, maybe 75 kilos of lean Indian beauty – all muscle and sweat. I am completely mesmerised by you. Oh how…
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“Get in!” “Sorry, are you talking me?” “Yes, do you see any other little bitches in bright yellow trousers?” “Wh.. what’s happening?” “Get the fuck in the car before I fucking force you in!” “Okay, okay, yes.” “Let’s ride,” the smirk rose to her light brown eyes. Door shut, seatbelt…
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“Surprisingly, that outfit looks better on you than me, figure that?” He nodded, steadying his breath, sitting still next to her. “Yesterday I practically ran a marathon. A friend invited me to hike in the morning, and it’s not my favourite thing but I love her. We had nuts, sunscreen,…
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The 16:55 Train from Red Grove to Veiled Valley is delayed by 30 minutes. “This is the epitome of luxury and thirty minute delays. Pitiful.” “We apologize for the inconvenience of this Madam, but while you wait, may I take your bags to your deluxe suite?” the stewardess asked. “No…
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In BDSM, mentors are crucial. It’s highlighted in every ‘BDSM for Beginners’ piece of writing one reads when still in the experimental phase. This is a field where one crosses the rubicon, and puts trust or is entrusted with another’s safety all for the purpose of pleasure. All dangerous games…
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“You’re a fraud” That’s the only thing that kept ringing in my ears every morning as I would prepare to put up a nasty tweet in hopes to finally bait a sub. It all seemed so simple, from I what I had researched; be hot, be active and be mean.…
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Oh, I hope he knows how uncomfortable this is, I sound like creaky door. And sure, it’s knee length with a sweetheart neckline, but damn, getting into this thing was not a joke. People stare at me all the time, but in a flesh toned PVC, latex, vinyl or whatever…
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She paused before picking up her phone to text back… Ketu’s Lair, 7pm. Yes ma’am. She sniggered before pressing send, this ought to put him in his place “Don’t wear underwear.” As you wish. She placed her phone down and sat at her vanity mirror doing her final checks before…
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