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Control doesn’t have a range. It dwells so very much in the cerebral that to insist on the

His mouth went to her neck, and her hands aimed for the heavens.  No, wait, back up. That&r

The curve of my arm, when matched with the straightness of my side, creates a kind of portal. Once y

I want to be dirty the first time we fuck.  I want to feel my skin cling against yours like a r

It’s going to sound like an oxymoron, but I like the moments where we don’t have

Their relationship had made her fatalistic. The whips, the heavy hands against her tender flesh, and

There is a moment at the top of the slide, when you’re a child, in the playground, that ti

No matter the intention, the blindfold anonymizes. It strips away your identity like so many clothes

She didn’t fit in, not one bit. Where the building was stately, she was modern. Where it w

The reprimand stung more than any blow would have. The sudden finger in her face cowed her, was almo

Historically, the ocean has always been used as a metaphor for the subconscious, for the sea of thou

The temptation is towards stern and serious, a world of rules and protocols that brokers no space fo

My hand goes around your jaw like a tectonic plate shifting into place. Chin tilted upwards, ju

The instant the cloth falls around your eyes and everything goes dark, it’s easy to start

It’s easy to think that Dominance is about large, grandiose decisions that shake the submi

He’d come out of nowhere. Walking in out of the rain like Mr fucking Darcy. She wouldn&

There’s a short circuit in my brain. I’m not sure exactly where it is, but it&am

I’m marvelling at your confidence, and wondering if, just maybe, it’s shot throu

They never had enough time.  They didn’t even have some time. They just had the

I’ve seen girls braiding their hair. It’s a meditative state, or at the very lea

Your eyes weren’t meant to stare at the ground, pretty girl.  They’re the k

She’s taken to forgoing most clothing when she was at home. It was summer, after all, and

Second thoughts always come too late.  They wrap around your gut like a tumour, stealing space

Take the time. Seize it. A moment. A minute. Half an hour. But who wants halves? Grab the whole thin

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