BDSM(3)

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Cade and Eve, Part 3

Parts 1 and 2 can be found on my profile page. Enjoy, Echelon xx

She lay still, silent in the quiet dusk of the room, spread-eagled on the custom made table. Straps over her ankles, knees and thighs kept her legs wide and motionless. A wide strap across the soft skin of her stomach kept her back from arching. More straps across her wrists, elbows and upper arm prevented any kind of gesturing. The strap across her forehead held her head unmoving in its...Read On

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Cade and Eve, Part 2

Eve has surrendered control of her body... will her mind and heart be next?

Cade and Eve - Part 2 Eve woke to find herself alone in Cade’s lake-sized bed. She lay still for a moment, the events of last night running through her mind. She felt wonderful. Her body felt alive, she felt loose and limber, the slight tenderness of her pussy the only physical reminder of last night’s fucking. She and Cade had stumbled up the stairs to his bedroom, still naked, and...Read On

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Cade and Eve, Part 1

Will Eve surrender control for the first time in her life?

Her day started off like any other. The morning alarm woke her to the beautiful sight of sun streaming in her window and the tantalising aroma of coffee from the kitchen. Man, she loved programmable coffee makers - one of the only good things to come out of her two-year long relationship with her lousy ex. Well, he was long gone, but in the 6 months she had been single, Eve didn’t think a day...Read On

Erotic Poems(1)

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Don't lose the butterflies

A casual glance across the room I caught your gaze in the twilight gloom A rush of power, gone too soon You gave me butterflies. You stand above me, trace my lips You make me wait for your tingling kiss The space between us no longer exists Can you feel my butterflies? The zipper lowering on my dress The sharpest sting, a hot caress I steel myself, in sweet distress You cant steal...Read On

Reluctance(1)

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Ready for the Storm

I had tried to run, but I couldn't hide from him. The storm was coming.

The storm was gathering pace. My window panorama showed the trees thrashing about, trying to cling on to the steep cliffs that dropped sharply to the ocean. The cliff-top house creaked and shuddered around me in the gale, 400 feet above a small bay that was being relentlessly pounded by wave after wave of angry, dark-grey water. Just yesterday, I had picked my way carefully down the cliff...Read On