The Candy Cane girl walks the hall, Her eager female sub in tow, Black skirt, white blouse, red nails sharp Not a stitch for the sub below. On hands and knees The little slave Looks up to her through pretty eyes, Desire, desire is all she feels, For her, she puts on her best show. For later, when the fires have waned, And Mistress’ tongue, whiskey tinged, Invades her mouth, And Mistress’ fingers, Take her curves, The litt...

The club is dark. The heavy beat of the music resonates with the ache inside me. I can't stop thinking about him. About his words. I shift in my seat and try to ease some of the ache by rubbing my thighs together. He wants to meet in person. Do I want that? Yes screams my newly awakened body. No, says my sensitive heart. I know this man will be able to destroy me. He will devour me. He may also make me feel more alive tha...

Tight white dress Hot rhythmic movesSyncopated beatMaster approves Whip that ponytailShow me that assTease the crowdProve you're my lass

You aren’t my type. Every time my eyes met yours, I felt like a mouse facing a giant snake. Yours were a vicious and beautiful green while mine were a meek brown. For a second, our souls touched, barely brushed, hardly shifted, imperceptibly so.... And in that moment I knew... But I was enthralled, fear true utter fear consumed me, …..I was intrigued. I was fascinated….. And I knew… I would kiss and cut you at the same ti...

I am the one passed on the street, but you never notice me passing. Looking away, chin down, relaxed but quiet walk. I am the one you never see, but you always notice my gaze. Looking into your eyes, chin up, quiet smile. I am the one who holds the door. Never thinking twice, even if you ignore it. I am the one who will appreciate you. Always a person first, even after wicked thoughts creep in. I am the one who will alway...

“Death doesn't exist. It never did.. Everything that happens before Death is what counts.” -Ray Bradbury, "Something Wicked This Way Comes" *** It was late, and everyone else had gone home. There was no one to keep Sharon company. No one but the dead. Sometimes, when she was alone in the museum like this, she thought of the collection as something she could hear. Most of the artifacts were made to be vessels for some anci...