“Hey. Go put on that leopard print thingy I like.” I giggled at him, sipping my mug of tea. “What thingy?” He raised an eyebrow. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Go put it on. Now. I want to see you in it.” “Why, if it’s just going to end up on the floor?”…
Tag: begging
Twenty Feet
This post was originally posted on my old blog, but I thought I would reshare it here in case you never read it. A nice man in the store-issued red vest measured it out for us. One foot, two, three. “How many feet do you want again?” he asked, a snake coiling in a pile…
Wet (Ch. 3.5)
(This tale is a side story in the Summer & Victor universe. Meet the characters here. Scroll back to “And Now You’re Mine” for the first installation in the series if you want to read them all). “I can’t believe you’re coming home with me for Thanksgiving.” Casey giggled, that tinkling laugh of hers, as…
Come Undone (Part 1)
“Well hello there. Who are you?” I kept my eyes lowered, focusing on a small stain on the carpet, just as I had been instructed, and didn’t reply as the first man walked into the room. My hands rested palms-up on my thighs, which were spread apart slightly, and I sat back on my heels….
Control (Ch.3)
Read how Victor and Summer met here: And Now You’re Mine Read Part 2 of the story here: Hungry Victor pulled me into his arms and nibbled my neck from behind, trailing little kisses down my shoulder. His lips were tiny butterflies beating their wings against the most ticklish parts of my skin. Or… bats,…
Hungry (Ch.2)
Wanna know how Victor and Summer met? Read “And Now You’re Mine” first! “Is he still here?” I nodded. My roommate, Casey, smirked as we both stood at the kitchen counter, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. I wasn’t wearing pants, just a long flannel, but Casey rarely even bothered to close her robe…
Cozy
“You didn’t tell me your friend’s place was…” I trailed off, looking around the massive marble-tiled entryway. I think my first apartment was smaller. Than the entryway. “I know.” You smiled at me, that same wicked smile that always made me melt. “It’s massive. And it’s all ours until she gets back from Japan tomorrow….
1-2-3
This post was originally published on my previous blog. There are few men who “get to me.” Sure, I lust. I even love. But only the rare beast captivates me, making me daydream even when he’s not there. And I couldn’t stop daydreaming about D. You need to cool off, I told myself, rising from…