Chapter 1 Alicia's gaze lingered on the softly glowing monitors, their blue light casting an ethereal glow across her face. The facility was silent, save for the occasional hum of machinery and the distant echo of Bert's footsteps. They were the only two...
As a writer, Amanda was facing a somewhat unusual problem. Not that she was ever short of inspiration; rather, she had too much of it. As she always liked to say, she could not control the dazzling speed of the stream of dirty fantasies running through he...
sometimes I am sick with need for touch, for cock. I shake, fever-hot between sheets, my own hands providing pleasure but never enough. I crave bindings, the blindfold, pinching clamps and the message you send at 3 AM: I can give you what you want but by...
