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Posted in Short Stories on Dec 19th, 2010
Up until now, her feet had been firmly planted on the ground, braced against the onslaught of roving hands and fingers. Now she began to notice that the hands seemed to be lifting her up from the ground, first one and then the other foot was raised until soon they were not able to be [...]
Posted in Flash Fiction on Nov 4th, 2010
Shackles around her wrists Contain her, control her Passion fueled by promises Of punishment due Imprints, bruises That he himself has signed Remind her where she belongs To whom she belongs Pleasure stained with twisted pain Makes her gasp and writhe Yet still she waits With bated breath To be taken, To be used, To [...]
Posted in Flash Fiction on Oct 23rd, 2010
By Belle Roberts He moved in so close he could smell her, as her climax subsided. She pulled her glistening fingers from her cunt and let out a sigh. Lying on the bed, the crisp white duvet enveloped her. She could feel her blood coursing through her veins. Her pussy pulsed in appreciation. “May I?” [...]
Posted in Short Stories on Oct 3rd, 2010
The next sensation you experience you will never forget. First came the smell: Chanel no5. Then the feeling of the two sets of long finger nails slowly and softly gliding up your thighs. Oh my God, you think to yourself, there is a woman in here. Then the light kisses begin, first at one knee [...]
Posted in Short Stories on Oct 2nd, 2010
You jump when you hear the man’s voice, realizing that someone was in the room the entire time. Fear, excitement and desire pulse through your body. Your mouth goes chalky dry. “What makes you think you deserve the attention of your Master today, slave?” “I-I…Wh..” “What’s the matter slave, cat got your tongue?” You don’t [...]
Posted in Flash Fiction on Sep 16th, 2010
By Gabrielle Stein, Edited By Belle Roberts I can feel his breath on my ear as he whispers, “I want you to not come for me.” He barely presses his lips on the nape of my neck, as if I was made of hot red wax and he was sealing the envelope. I think about [...]