Dressed in black,
corseted tightly,
her spike heels
chant omens.
Her marble skin
is cold to the touch
but burns like ice.
She speaks softly,
her voice is sultry,
her words precise,
she walks proudly,
she definitely is not
for the faint of heart.
Join the best erotica focused adult social network now
Login
Loved the story?
Show your appreciation by
tipping
the author!
Get Free access to these great features
- Create your own custom Profile
- Share your erotic stories with the community
- Curate your own reading list and follow authors
- Enter exclusive competitions
- Chat with like minded people
- Tip your favourite authors