Tag: sadist
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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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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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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…
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My First Encounters With a Master Playroom
We agreed that the connection between us was too strong to ignore, and that we wanted to see more of one other. Unfortunately, he was leaving for a week in two days. So, ever the one to jump at an opportunity, I agreed to come see his house the next day. This all at once…
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It Begins
It’s abrupt sometimes, or rather, feels abrupt, how my preferences and life have changed in my Leather journey. Considering it’s been over the span of going on thirteen years (which happens to be my favorite number) I suppose it’s not as abrupt as it seems. Being raised as I was, I was shaped to be…
A Durty Burd Writes 