Song for Whoever (Beautiful South)

This week the prompt for #WickedWednesday is to use a song title as the  prompt and the title of your post. I am frequently inspired by songs.  Sometimes lyrics get me thinking of a plot or a character’s mindset, on other occasions it is the title of the song which works like a prompt. This

Wild thing … I think I love ya!

  Towering above her in tightly-laced boots with vertiginous heels I was glad her eyes were lowered, that way she wouldn’t detect my knees knocking. Talk about in at the deep end! I didn’t usually do domination but a double booking mishap meant I was covering for Vindictive Violet, poured into a scandalously tight leather

Burning Fantasy

[3 minute read] You know that feeling when you have an itch? The relief of scratching is almost a sexual pleasure. You should stop, but the joy of abraiding that throbbing, teasing area is so blissful you can’t.   Hannah felt that after her first orgasm. The craving for stimulation became a knife edge of

Killing Me Softly

Browsing through my Twitter feed last week I spotted this provocative image which spoke volumes shared by @xenon0codex – so I sent it to @AuthorRowan to inspire her too.  As a result we both wrote stories which start at this point but go in different directions.  You can read hers here. [6 minute read] I

The Diary Uncovered [part 3]

This is the continuing story of a D/s couple living the lifestyle.  Rabbit (the submissive) keeps a secret diary to log her thoughts and feelings about some of her punishments.  She is unaware that her Dom finds it and reads it, using the ‘inside’ knowledge to his advantage.     Each story is standalone, but you

Raising Edward Thackeray [Part 3]

You are about to read part 3 of a supernatural serial;  May I suggest you read part 1 and part 2 first?   7 minute read The rising moon as All Hallows Eve wore on allowed Edward’s ghost to feel a ‘quickening’, solidifying his entity, a transformation which was ephemeral but on which he intended to

Tied-Up Tuesday

  2.5 min read The webbing straps were never removed from the bed in the spare room.  Each Tuesday found Evie bound spread-eagled to the bed, at her master’s pleasure.  On a Monday night he would set out what she’d wear, if anything.   Evie rose early, set out his breakfast, whilst making a small bowl