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Twisted Delights (14)

Bette worked hard. During the week, she was at Lord Duncan's beck and call for whatever secretarial duties he needed. She swore that she deserved a medal for dealing with some of the soldiers that came through. “Bette!” “Yes, Lord Duncan,” she said as she came through the door, and into his office. “We have… Continue reading Twisted Delights (14)

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Need (3)

Ana gulped. She knew that her whole body was on fire. Even though she'd written a paper on sexuality, she still didn't understand it. Her fingers pinched her breast through her gown. Her thighs were soaked. She wriggled in her seat, and a moan escaped her lips. Micha could stand it no longer. He moved… Continue reading Need (3)

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Twisted Delights (12)

Breakfast finished and everyone headed off to their various duties. Declan followed Bette and then went in to chat with Lord Duncan. “Let me know if she desires or needs further training.” “I will James. She was damn responsive to it all. Better than I expected.” “Good. Always thought she would be. I've a new… Continue reading Twisted Delights (12)

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The Chair (4)

Will locked the door and let go of Ann's arm. When she looked around, there were all styles of chairs in the room. “We will not leave until you sit on at least three chairs.” “How do I choose? Where do I start. There must be fifty chairs in here.” Ann looked around at all… Continue reading The Chair (4)

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The Chair

I must thank Will Crimson for inspiration. 🙂   “It'll be alright.” Ron patted Ann's shoulder. “But... we've gone through so much together. Nearly five years. How can I just...” “You'll manage.” Her lower lip quivered. “So how will I ever find another?” Ron smiled. “It's a chair. We'll find one. Believe me.” Ann looked… Continue reading The Chair

Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction Friday Touched

The slave market was loud. They stood together, hands tied and the rope they'd been lead by was draped around Ista's neck. The sea of faces were as alien. Ista held Nira's hand tighter. “I'm afraid.” “So am I.” The bidding started. “45 kolars! 45 kolars for this fine pair of breeders!” “50!” “75!” A… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Touched

Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction Friday Canine Chicanery.

Ginger keyed the door lock and walked into Room 57. “Hello? Room service. Anyone here?” She walked in bringing the cleaning cart inside, door ajar. Something wasn't right, and she picked up the heavy mop to use as a weapon. Two months ago, she'd surprised a couple having mad passionate sex in the tub. The… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Canine Chicanery.

Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction Friday Service

http://31.media.tumblr.com/ca965f46c4fc7d681ec8ceab888565aa/tumblr_mlqo52eLNK1qb7qcao1_500.jpg Her entrance should have been amazing, but not silent. She'd been bathed and dressed precisely to the standards that Lord Duncan desired. As the clock chimed, she'd stood up, opened the sliding doors and waited. Waited in silence as her nipples crinkled. Her panties were damp. Her body hummed with anticipation. Standing there in… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Service