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Segmentation Fault

I asked my bot to tie me up So I could not escape With chains of steel and handcuffs too And spools of rubber tape Helpless and excited I Demanded more and more Till all its segments faulted and It … Continue reading

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She comes at midnight

She comes at midnight, I lost in sleep’s embrace A silk-clothed gift unwrapped by hot impatient teeth And velvet-touching hands that wind my satin belt About my exposed waist and captured wrists beneath She comes at midnight, I helpless as … Continue reading

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to feel you tremble – what bliss!

to feel you tremble – what bliss! – why don’t I with the sharp, sharp teeth of alligator clips write your name, and listen to you sigh with tormented longing, and see your sly and so seductive smile, my heart … Continue reading

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lips cold as night, or: a good six inches

Another collection of haiku twittering from @AlinaMeridon… defenceless beauty naked in the pillory punish? or worship? Oh what perfection! Give me talons to catch him – and make him my slave… Fiery red curls – bright with dangerous magic… Let … Continue reading

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Repayment with Interest

Alex smiled, trying for sweet but finding only satisfaction. ‘Are the wrist cuffs too tight?’ Sam mumbled back and fought vainly against the restraints, before relaxing into a glower of black hatred. ‘Good, and the ankle cuffs? I wouldn’t want … Continue reading

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The Wrathful Mistress

She kissed me slow, said, ‘Don’t resist…’ Wound my silk tie round my wrist The other too she caught and bound Supple leather all around She tied them both above my head Fixed me firmly to the bed My legs … Continue reading

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Lesbian Succubus Diary: 9. High-Altitude Love

Dear Diary, Lake Constance (the one in New Zealand) is lovely this time of year. It’s a high-altitude lake surrounded by dangerously steep slopes, and passing walkers are rare. It’s a great place for some nude swimming – or nude … Continue reading

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