Bell tossed the last outfit she had considered down on her bed with a huff. The third time hadn't been the charm and neither was the twenty-third. She stood disheartened in her purple lace bra and panties, her shoulder slouched in defeat as her amber hair flowed over them, a little dishevelled for her troubles. She'd been trying to find a suitable outfit since she got home from work. Usually, it wasn't too difficult to fi...

Bell stood where it all began. At the entryway to her new world with a cool evening breeze blowing through her amber hair. Her hand trembled over the door handle but not because of the cold. 'Was this a good idea? Is this all moving too fast? What even is this?' Last night her best friend, Annie had brought her the outfit she now wore and early that day, she had made her masturbate at work, during her lunch break. Despite...

"Again?" Bell huffed a moan as she stepped through the front door. A pair of crimson lace panties hung from the stair's railing. It was an old code from Bell's university days when she shared a flat with Annie. A simple code where either Bell or Annie would hang a pair of panties or bra on their bedroom door's handle. It warned the other that entering the room might not be the greatest idea. Or perhaps, entering would hav...

A crash of thunder; a growl of the Beast. Amidst the storm to hide my pleas, That fateful night just you and me. A crash of thunder; a snarl of the Beast. My legs do quiver, my soul doth soar, Naked before thee, I'm yours to explore. A crash of thunder; a lick of the Beast. Bound eternally yet without rope, But willingly by depravity's hope. A crash of thunder; a bite of the Beast. Betwixt my teeth, thy cane I hold, My so...