Little Miss Muffet

I was bound, tied fast to the metal web.  My arms extended over my head, and my legs were spread wide, ankles securely tied.  My lace bra and panties, pink as he ordered, only served to make me feel more exposed.  I waited in the spider’s parlor.

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Bad Kitten

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Or just start the sex fun here… 

Des joined Natalie on the couch, setting her between him and Will.  She rested her head against Des and he stroked her hair.

She realized that she was still the only one who was naked. Both men, now that Will had re-zipped his pants, were fully dressed.  She felt Will take her hand, and gave a little sigh of contentment.  This was exactly where she wanted to be.

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The Language of Flowers

Lady Charlotte’s maid entered the sitting room carrying a small bouquet of flowers.  Lady Charlotte immediately laid aside her novel to receive the flowers.

“Flowers, my lady,” the maid said handing her the bouquet.  There was no card, but the flowers themselves carried the message.  She ran her fingers over the sprigs of rosemary, the herb’s scent crisp and almost astringent scent clinging to her fingers.  So, this will be an assignation that I won’t forget.  She mused, considering the herb’s meaning .

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By Any Other Name…

Names, titles, what we call each other.  I find that these concepts are simultaneously unique and utterly culturally bound.  I recently told KinkyandPerky (whose blog you should be reading) that I’m often intentionally vague about dirty talk in my stories because dirty talk is so unique to everyone.  I’ve read otherwise hot stories, but the dirty talk (of a type that isn’t mine) just threw me out of the story.  I believe that names work the same way.

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Caroline’s Final Card

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[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

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Caroline remained on the table, still shuddering from her orgasm.

She felt her mistress’s hand on her shoulder and then stroking her hair.  She helped Caroline to sit up on the table.

“That was beautiful, Caroline” her mistress crooned to her.  “You let yourself get completely into the feeling.”

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Caroline’s Next Card

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The cards led Caroline to this hotel and this meeting.  She hesitated outside of the bar, reminding herself that she could back out if she wanted.  Peter, her psychic, had helped her arrange everything.  She’d negotiated, via email, everything she wanted.  Only now that she was here, she wasn’t sure if she could do it.  But the cards hadn’t led her astray yet.  So she squared her shoulders and took her first step toward the bar.

She took a seat at an empty table in the hotel bar.  It was sparsely populated this early in the day, and only two lone men sitting at the other end of the bar.

The woman who entered wasn’t what she expected.  Caroline certainly didn’t expect the woman to show up in a leather cat suit, but the petite brunette in the exquisitely tailored suit wasn’t it either.

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