Paying a Debt

“Oh, Pussy Cat, you direly need attention. You’d better hurry Kitten, she may internally combust.” I yelp as something soft laps against my clit, just as arms surround my waist, gripping me tight.
Built from experience. Designed for practice

“Oh, Pussy Cat, you direly need attention. You’d better hurry Kitten, she may internally combust.” I yelp as something soft laps against my clit, just as arms surround my waist, gripping me tight.

if it weren’t for Social Media, I wouldn’t know about politics, global news or when people’s birthdays are. It is ingrained into my life, whether or not I like it. But I mostly do.

Doing my best to simply trust my Dom and behave like a perfect submissive, I nodded gently, and said, “Yes, Sir.”

“Only 6 more days to go, Little girl. Then you can come.” I frown about this but don’t tell him that this has by far been my favourite form of punishment. I can’t wait for tomorrow.

I’ll miss the pace of 2020. Don’t get me wrong, I won’t miss the lock downs, the panic buying or the negative emotions...So raise your glass and cheers!

I do love a good pair of stockings and relish the way their silky fine threads slide against my freshly exfoliated skin. I enjoy how the thought of wearing them speaks to my sexual side

humans are constantly on the search for something, although if we’re asked to describe it, we’ll not likely know what it is.

I’ve always been ticklish. So much so that in the past it has been a problem. The guy I dated during my senior years of high-school disliked that I would burst out laughing at the faintest brush against my skin.

Now there are no lovers,
no-one to call upon.
For her skin is no longer a cover,
for the gruesome sight of her skull.

This is a work of fiction that contains scenes of gore and violence. Please read at your own risk. The wreckage is horrific. Broken glass and mangled metal litter the ground around the tracks. The twisted carriages, once illuminated…