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Part 4
His arms still around her, the laugh still fresh in his tone, he whispered, “I know we’ve been talking for some time, and this is our first meeting, but my goodness how I wish I could take you home tonight.” She leaned back for a better glance into his eyes, so dark they seemed to…
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Part 3
In the bathroom Willa caught her breath after locking herself into the room, glad that there weren’t multiple stalls. She paced across the room, then leaned against the wall across from the sink and mirror. In the glass there was a reflection of a person absolutely flushed from sternum to brow, fine sweat beading across…
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Kinko-Wrimo – A Novel In Work Pt. 2
Willa’s eyes opened at that. She didn’t think that she could ever be in such a dynamic, be it from the bottom or Top, she valued her freedom far too much. “And what if the sub doesn’t like the rules?” She grumbled. “In that case, in a healthy dynamic, they’d have a conversation about it,…
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Kinko-Wrimo – A Novel In Work Pt. 1
She didn’t think the dinner would lead to anything. To the contrary, actually, though she couldn’t resist going and berated herself for the nerves. She wasn’t attracted to the man really, although he had dark eyes she could potentially sink into, and a beautiful sprinkling of salt and pepper hair. He was a little shorter…
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Fever
Soundtrack: Walking about feeling in fire lately. Well. Laying about mostly, to be honest. A serious abdominal surgery can do that to a person. Immobilize fully, or at least for this ravenous spirit it feels that way. Brushing close enough to death you can feel the cold air wafting from her core. On tiptoes dancing…
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It wasn’t “good enough” then, and it isn’t now
Many months later… I’ve been neglecting writing for some time here on my lifestyle blog, as well as my vanilla one. The problem with being properly medicated (and being to actually sleep after a lifetime of insomnia) seems to mean that my wordsmithing suffers. Not sure how I feel about that. Well. I’m sure. I’m…
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We Walk Among You
This past weekend was a delightful one of vending at the local kink festival. This particular one has only been going for a year, and my little shop was present at the first as well. It’s growing like a weed, and I cannot express how delicious it is to be surrounded by people imbued with…
A Durty Burd Writes 