Monday Morning Microgasm
She stands, hands cuffed above her head, as he stalks around her, cracking his whip on her flesh. “Do you want it?” “Yes, Sir.” Snap, nipple. Snap, nipple. “Are you sure?” “Yes, Sir.” Crack, clit.
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Hook-Up
He was staring at her, she could feel his gaze as she danced. Every time she glanced his way, he met her eyes. There was no shame in that look, he did not mind being caught watching her. She was Continue reading Hook-Up
Monday Morning Microgasm
The soft clink of a chain her only warning before the nippleclamps sink in. She arches and whimpers, but he only slides inside her and yanks down hard on the chain.
e[lust] #47
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Attachments
Tonight, I went to an “Open Sangha.” The Encyclopedia Britannica defines a sangha as: a Buddhist monastic order, traditionally composed of four groups: monks, nuns, laymen, and laywomen. In this case, it is a community coming together for meditation and Continue reading Attachments
Monday Morning Microgasm
Grabbing her by the throat, he shoved her up against the wall. His hand slid down inside the front of her skirt as his mouth crushed against hers in a hungry kiss.
Instructions for a Bad Day – Shane Koyczan
Monday Morning Microgasm
He tossed her over his knee, lifted up her skirt and yanked down her panties. “Count them.” He smacked her bare ass with his broad hand. “One.” Smack “Two.” Smack “Three…”
I Made Stuff and Things
No clear ideas, so, what’s been going on? Last night I made a 15ish foot piece of 8ish millimeter hemp rope, as well as four whip crackers – one thick yellow, and three thin pinks. It was craft night, and Continue reading I Made Stuff and Things
Monday Morning Microgasm
He leans close, hand on her thigh, One. She turns to glare at him, fighting a blush, Two. She drops her head, trying to block out the people all around them, Three.