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

Under Cover

#fridayfic No. 1 Her form next to him draws deep breaths, the shadowy room silent, a streetlight glow creeping round the blinds.  His hand found his cock, warm and familiar, unfurling a little to meet his touch, resting it there, only daring to encircle it.If he reached for his ipad he’d find girls to keep