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Red Hair, White Rope
My volunteer was an unusually pretty woman, wearing a fluttery summer dress. She came hopping over the chairs, in her eagerness to get up on the stage, where I stood with hanks of braided nylon rope dangling from my hands. I reached down for her hands, and hauled her up– and she came up [...]
femmeslash, original, kinky, prologue
This episode is: Rated; R at best, for mentions of sight and scent. Warnings; White nylon rope, nameless protagonist Word Count; 1160 I couldn’t quite get the hang of this series, untill I remembered a pair of characters I’d written years ago; Jessamine and Gloria (NC-17, F/F/F, BDSM) and then I knew where I was [...]
Her woods, Her Pleasure
An early story, 1994. When I wrote it, to speak about the mud, the pond, the grass, and the sexual feelings they aroused in me seemed almost impossible, making my hands sweat on the word processor keys. On the other hand, one man– sensitive enough– wondered where the action was; Hardcore, it seems, is in [...]
Jessamine
“God damn, feels good to be clean again!” Gloria announced. A cloud of steam followed her as she stepped out of the bathroom, zipping up a pair of soft grey leather trousers. Her skin glowed from the heat, her ash-blonde curls dripped water onto her shoulders and naked breasts. Jessamine smiled and came to be [...]
The Baroness’s Boy
Griff was on her way to the showers. She was wearing her boots, chaps and harness — and a fair amount of mud. Damp earth streaked her normally immaculate leather. Mud decorated all of her body that was left bare. All the important parts were. Her ass still stung deliciously from the spanking she’d just [...]
Ten (10) 100-word flashfics
Morning; I stood at my front gate and watched the sun come up in the market street. I watched the housewives and shopkeepers, the balloon-seller and the pickpocket, bustling in the lovely light of a new Summer’s day. I was waiting for the right moment to step out onto the avenue, myself. Waiting on a [...]
