connecting the dots by editing & writing erotica
Yesterday the awesome Janine Ashbless hosted Tie Me Up on her blog, as part of her Blue Monday series. I am such a fan of Janine, who stopped by as part of her own Cover Him With Darkness book tour! So please run over, and read a hot Tie Me Up excerpt from Tabitha Kitten!
Renee twirled her e-cigarette nervously between her fingers, Nichy watched her.
“I realized that my blouse was buttoned wrong, and you said nothing about it. You are really a lady,” Renee closed her eyes as she inhaled to punctuate her statement.
Nichy remembered the visual of Gavin’s text to her that ended “my lady.” He had called her a lady, and she guessed that she was since Renee had reiterated it. The two women had gone out for coffee after work, because Renee wanted to talk about Tyler.
“He makes me want it so bad, I barely made it through the day. I got up to masturbate more than I went to the bathroom. I needed to touch the part of my cunt where I usually feel him when we are fucking. Just that sweet part of my clit that he hits or rubs…Just talking about it, I want to touch myself.” Renee paused and crossed and uncrossed her legs. She inhaled again.
Nichy remembered seeing them at the bar in the bathroom, and prayed that Renee would not make that connection. That image had stayed with her, and she fell asleep that night with her hand cupping her own breast and imagining that Gavin was the one cupping it. The need to cross and uncross her own legs was prevalent, but she did not want Renee to think she was mimicking her to make fun of her.
Renee pulled at her short skirt, and then rested her hand on the inside of her thigh. Nichy watched her as she twirled her e-cigarette and absently caressed the top of her thigh, her hand creeping up until it was just under her skirt.
“It’s like I am addicted to fucking him!” Renee exhaled roughly. “I cannot stop thinking about fucking him, it feels like he is fucking me when he is not!”
Nichy finally crossed her legs, and right then noticed Gavin at the bar. He was getting coffee, and she looked at him until Renee turned and saw him.
“Gavin!” Renee yelled, and then turned back to Nichy. “If he comes over here, at least I will fucking stop talking about fucking Tyler!”
Nichy smiled weakly, maybe Renee would be distracted but she would not. Gavin walked over. The sight of his suspenders made her heart race as much as it had when she saw him in the office, as it did now.
“I did not see you ladies!” he said, and sat down beside Nichy on the couch. She had picked up her bag so he could, and the feeling of his thigh against hers made her cross her legs again.
“Nichy saw you first, so I followed her eyes…”
Renee picked up her coffee, and complained it was cold.
“Do you guys want to come to my place? I definitely have something hot there!”
Nichy looked at Gavin, who picked up his cup.
“Why not?” he said.
“Good,” Renee breathed as she stood up. “I do not want to be alone tonight.”
In a small space of time, Nichy was sitting on Renee’s couch next to Gavin. Renee brought her cold coffee to her apartment. But she drank so much scotch while she gossiped about the office, that she fell asleep on the couch knocking over a carton of sweet and sour pork. Some of the sweet and sour sauce dripped over her knee slowly.
Nichy reached over and picked up the container, using chopsticks to pick up a piece of pork.
“Let me have some too,” Gavin said. She looked at him before picking up a piece of pork to feed him. They ate the sweet and sour pork like that, until they were interrupted unceremoniously by snoring. Renee’s mouth was parted as she gently snored. Nichy looked at Gavin, and laughed.
“I do not want to wake her up,” Nichy said.
“She’ll get up,” Gavin said leaning back on the couch, and stretching out his long legs on the table.
Nichy saw that Renee clutched her thigh while she slept, and the same as in the coffee shop she watched her hand drift up her thigh. But asleep, Renee had no filter. Her hand went right under her skirt, and her snores turned into moans. Gavin looked like he was going to sleep himself, but those moans made him fully awake.
Her moans were not as gentle as her snores, and their breathing quickened in conjunction.
“Come on,” Nichy said and took Gavin’s hand. “Let’s pretend to wash some dishes.”
Gavin nodded as he watched Renee’s hips move. Nichy could not stop looking at her either until they were in the kitchen. Holding the scotch, Gavin picked up the glasses and poured some out for the two of them.
Nichy took her glass from him, and they clinked. She needed something. Renee had completely saturated her evening with sex. She picked up the chopsticks, and started to eat more sweet and sour pork.
“Do you want any?”
Gavin shook his head, and poured more scotch for himself.
“Hey, I can do the dishes. You guys are so sweet!” Renee padded barefoot past them, and preceded to wash the tiny bit of dishes.
Nichy and Gavin kept looking at each other.
“Why are you guys so quiet?” Renee said over the running water.
“Well you fell asleep!” Nichy said, and Gavin laughed to back her up.
“Sorry I was a bad hostess!”
They all laughed, and it was as if they were just that thankful she was not still fucking herself that they gossiped again.
Nichy was restless, her own lust had reached its peak. She couldn’t stop thinking about if she was Renee, and Gavin was Tyler. Would she be as addicted to him? Well she had already fucked herself from just having a cup of coffee with him, what did she think? She practically wanted to act like she was drunk so she could come onto him and say it was the scotch.
Gavin’s hand moved over her backside accidentally, because they were so close.
“Sorry,” he said quickly, and she nodded without looking up at him. She put her hand over his, and their fingers tangled on the counter.
“Dessert? Does anyone want dessert?”
Nichy wanted dessert very much…
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whiskey cocktail by f dot leonora
It was not that unusual really when she thought about it, how many moveie and television sets she had walked onto by accident being a New Yorker. This time it was unusual, because she knew the actor on the set and she had disrupted the scene.
“Eliza!”
When Marcus called her name, Eliza turned to look at him.
If she did not know Marcus personally as her friend’s husband, she would have known him anyway. His ubiquitous face and body were plastered on billboards and subway posters. In the poster for the new season of the show he was in, his face and sculpted body were shadowed under his character’s signature fedora. Above his head on the poster like a halo, was the word or directive “Taste,” and his perfect complexion was emblazoned beneath the glow of it.
Looking at him now as he walked toward her, she could not help but feel like any other random woman might have felt if this godlike man called their name and walked toward them.
“Eliza…”
He kissed her forehead, and she felt the scruff of his stubble on her temple.
“I did not mean to interrupt your shoot–”
Marcus shook his head and looked at her.
“You didn’t,” he turned, made a wrap sign with his hand to the crew and put his arm around her.
Eliza grinned. Now that he was a producer, she guessed he could make his own rules about what he wanted to do on set. He pulled her away, and leaned her against a nearby building.
“What are you doing here?” he questioned her, as if he was the one who had stumbled upon her on set.
“I was just walking, I found you on set!”
Eliza laughed nervously because she was very conscious she had never been alone with Marcus. There had always been a crackling chemistry between them even before she had opened her relationship with Rafe. She had only ever been alone with him long enough for Sandrine to put dirty dishes in the sink, get tea or pour drinks.
He stood so close to her, she was sure she was shadowed by his fedora like in his posters. She held her clutch purse between her blue velvet skirted thighs, as she looked up at him.
“Have dinner with me tonight,” he said finally after he had looked at her for a very long time.
“With you and the kids and Sandrine?”
“Sandrine and the kids are in France visiting her family there.”
“So you want Rafe to come?”
“No, I want you to come.”
Eliza was practically on fire when he said that and his closeness made her damp. She felt perspiration bead like liquid fire on the temple he had kissed. The double entendre in what he had said, that she knew he meant that way.
“Are you going to cook for me? Sandrine always raves about how well you cook!”
Marcus looked in her eyes,
“You have never tasted my cooking? Then I absolutely have to cook for you and give you a taste….”
She nodded.
“I am not sure when I am going to get off of the set, but I will text you when I do. I will come get you in my car.”
Eliza continued to nod, pushing her clutch between her thighs involuntarily before she realized it and stopped.
“I have not had dinner with anyone since Sandrine left with the kids. It will be nice to have someone with me tonight.”
He squeezed her hand, and Eliza realized that he had infected her with a taste for more than just his good cooking. She was not sure what she was going to do with him, she was not even sure she was going to do anything. The possibility was more tantalizing than the deed.
For now.
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taste via duck duck go images
Gavin did not make it every Friday to the after work outing, but he started making it to enough that Nichy missed him when he did not. She sat with Renee and Tyler in the booth.
“I wonder where Gavin was off to tonight?” Renee said casually.
“Not sure,” Tyler said. “But I am glad to have you ladies to myself!”
Renee grinned, Tyler’s hand high on her thigh. Nichy felt that Renee had a bit of a crush on Tyler, and it looked like it was returned. She saw them getting closer on her periphery, when she was not paying attention to Gavin. Without him there tonight, she was very aware.
They stayed a little later than usual, Renee and Tyler stepped away to go to the bathroom. Nichy was properly hungry, and asked for the menu. Draining the last of her drink, she got up to go to the bathroom where she planned to tease Renee properly. She pushed the door open, and heard the strangled sound of a woman moaning and her moan being then smothered. Nichy recognized Renee’s voice, as she slammed the door to the adjoining stall. There was wide crack between the stalls that made it easy to look into the next stall, and see the reflection of the occupants in this case, on the door that had a mirror.
Renee’s gorgeous, curvaceous body was displayed: her breasts were being played with alternately and her triangle was covered by Tyler’s hand. He was kissing her neck and fondling her so fiercely, that it was clear she was about to come.
Nichy felt herself tighten, as she lifted her foot to flush the toilet and walked out without pretending to wash her hands.
Gavin was standing at their table, when she returned.
“I was wondering where you guys were!” he grinned.
Nichy smiled nervously, and picked up the menu.
“I thought you went home?”
Gavin looked at her, and shook his head.
“I did, but I left my wallet in my desk so I checked to see if you guys were still here…are you the last one?”
“No, Renee and Tyler…”
Nichy stopped mid-sentence.
Gavin smiled at her as if he could guess.
“Have you eaten? I am starving!”
“No, I was looking at the menu…”
“Want to share an appetizer?”
“Sure…”
She could not stop thinking about Renee in the bathroom about to come with Tyler while she was sitting next to Gavin, the coolness of his pants leg against her bare thigh since her skirt had raised when she sat beside him. It excited her to see them in the stall, but she was jealous because she wished it was her.
Renee walked out with her blouse misbuttoned, and Nichy was too shy to say anything. Gavin was too much of a gentleman to say anything. If she had not walked in on them on the bathroom, Nichy would now know there was something between them. And if she was still clueless, Tyler offered to take Renee home which left her with Gavin, who put her coat on her.
“Don’t you and Gavin take the same train?”Renee questioned.
Nichy nodded, and Gavin took her arm. His touch on was like he was covering her mound, she felt the excitement so instantly.
“Don’t worry, I will get Nichy home safe.”
“I bet you will!” Tyler grinned at them.
“You knew?” she asked Gavin on the train.
“Yeah!” Gavin nodded. “Tyler is not that much of a gentleman, he talked about what he wanted to do with her. Renee also has not been so quiet about what she wanted to do to him either…”
Nichy nodded remembering Tyler’s insinuations, as they headed for the train.
“You never get involved with office politics Nichy, you are friendly but diplomatic. I like that about you…Renee’s blouse was done wrong…you saw them didn’t you?”
Nicht felt herself tightening all the more.
“A lady would never tell!” she declared.
“And you are quite a lady…”
They talked about other stuff, before Gavin got off one stop before her.
“Text me when you get home…”
She nodded.
Gavin turned and kissed her cheek, the feeling of his stubble against her skin startled her and shot right to her clit.
“Get home safe,” she whispered into his cheek.
Nichy pressed her head against the cool glass of the window, her cheek hot with the soft burn of his stubble.
When she got home, she texted him. Not sure whether to be clever or practical, she simply typed:
Home.
She was going to tune her phone off, when she saw Gavin had texted back:
Good, goodnight my lady.
Nichy caressed her clit through her dress with the edge of her phone, her cheek still burning quietly with the touch of his against hers.
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view from the q train via duck duck go images
I wrote a post on Erotic World Book Day, which was an amazing celebration. I met Rebecca Black through it, as she was one of the organizers and we made fast friends. She is a fantastic erotica writer, who got me involved with Masturbation Monday, and gave this amazing review of TIE ME UP! She also helped to put together another amazing anthology, An Intimate Education that I think deserves another mention…so Rebecca takes over from here!
Hi, Leonora. Thanks so much for inviting me to your place today. So a bit about me… I’m an erotica blogger and writer over at rebeccablackerotica.com. I only started writing in December 2014, so I’m still a bit of a newbie really. I post every Monday for Kayla Lords’ Masturbation Monday meme if you fancy having a look. Today I’m going to talk about An Intimate Education and how the anthology came about.
Erotic World Book Day was born in January when Emily Dubberley, (sexpert and founder of Cliterati.co.uk) sent a quick message to a small coterie of erotica bloggers and writers on Facebook saying:
“What about celebrating erotica on World Book Day (March 5th)?”
Within a week or so hundreds of people, bloggers and writers, were involved in the discussion group on Facebook. It was really exciting how motivated everyone was to do this, even people who were unable to get involved directly, tweeted and blogged about it to get the word out. We got so much support – it was an amazing response and showed how kind and generous the erotica community is.
The idea for An Intimate Education came from this group (my bloke came up with the title). Emily asked for help editing – I offered – Brook (a fantastic sexual health charity) got on board. Kev Blisse offered to do the cover (and ended up formatting it), and the call for submissions went out with a theme of education and safe sex. Happily, we ended up with stories from amazing, talented authors. We put the anthology together in five hasty weeks. I’m not going to lie, there were some stressful moments, but my overwhelming memory will always be the amazing stories I got to read. I’m really proud to be a part of it.
We launched An Intimate Education on March 5th at the Facebook party that over 300 people attended. Cara Sutra (sex blogger extraordinaire) unbelievably managed to get £1500 worth of prizes together; various people hosted parts of the party (there was even live burlesque) and it ran into the wee hours of the morning.
The anthology got to #16 within 14 hours in the Amazon erotica charts and we managed to crash Brook’s donation line! It felt like we’d been hugely successful in achieving what we set out to do in such a short space of time.
An Intimate Education is the best anthology I’ve edited in well over a decade in the industry. It is an honour to raise money for Brook. Erotic World Book Day showed that great things happen when we all come together.” Emily Dubberley
Brook does amazing work. I used their resources a lot in my former life working in education. For teenagers who don’t have anyone else to talk to, the charity can be a life-line. So what we would like to do now is to continue to raise money for their much needed work. All the proceeds from the sales of A Intimate Education go straight to Brook. A couple of quid (or dollars to eager erotica fans over the pond) and for that you get 22 panty/boxer/brief melting erotic stories. What’s not to like about that, right?
Thanks for reading, and thanks for your support if you’ve already bought it or decide to now.
Rebecca x
And here is a delicious excerpt from Rebecca’s story!
“Remove your clothes. Do it slowly, I want to enjoy watching you.”
He was captured in her intent gaze as she sat in a chair facing him. His hands slowly moved to his belt. A small part of his mind noticed that they trembled slightly, but his overwhelming need to be naked in front of her drove him to unfasten the buckle and begin to slide it out of the jeans.
With every inch the belt came free he felt his mind calm, only existing for this moment.
The belt hit the floor. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his legs, kicking them off with his socks. Straightening, he stood before her in tight black boxers, enjoying the approval in her eyes as they roamed over his body, resting on his bulging, hard cock.
She liked what she saw and for that he was thankful. He wanted to please her with every cell in his body and it was with his body that her pleasure would begin.
Her eager eyes followed his fingers as they moved to the waistband of his underwear. He saw her shoulders lift from the chair as she licked her full red lips. Pulling them down, his long, thick cock bounced up against his stomach. He watched her colour heighten. Lips glistening, the heat in her eyes branded his skin as he bent to push them down his legs.
Stepping out of them, lowering his eyes, he fell to his knees.
He heard her small gasp but there was no uncertainty. Waiting, a sense of calm settled over his mind.
“You please me.” Her hand stroked through his hair. Eyes closed, his head fell to rest against her hip. She played with the silken strands, running her hand over his head and down his neck for long, glorious moments.
Polly winced as Colin grabbed her hand.
“You’re hurting me!”
He let his fingers dig in a little more along the thick vein of her wrist, caressed it and then stared in her eyes.
She stood up, and backed away from the table.
“I came to dinner with you because you told me that I did not know who you were. I am trying to, and all you do…”
Colin got up, blocking her from leaving.
“Don’t leave, I’ll take you home…”
Polly nodded, followed him after he stared at her for a long time before turning around.
They walked out to the car, and Stephan held the door for both of them. Colin sat beside her, and she looked out of the window which made her think of the time she was in the car with Oscar going to Shanghai. She felt like she need a how-to book on relationships, men and everything about personal development.
“I am sorry that I got excited in there Polly, I did promise that I just wanted to talk to you…”
He put his hand on her thigh, she put his hand over his.
“I’ll always love you,” she said as she stared out of the window.
Now she held her blood-stained dress, and beckoned Oscar to follow her. Polly had left a thick oak box with brass knobs open in the middle of her bedroom. She put the dress down, only to pick up pages that had crusted blood on them from the dress.
“These are newspaper clippings of me and Colin. I was always into art,” she said kneeling on the floor, looking up at him. “But when I met him, he kicked it up a bit for me. I was really exposed to it, and I think in ways he was a reason why people took me seriously in the beginning. But I loved him for him, or who I thought he was. We went out to dinner because I realized that I do not know who he is, and I also realize that you do not know…all of me.”
Oscar knelt beside her, and let his fingers caress her hair which soothed her, the way Colin’s drinking her blood did once.
“I know who you are with me now, that is all that matters. With Eliza, I was not who I want to be with you.”
Polly looked at him, pressing the tips of her fingers together feeling dried blood on them as grit.
“I like who I am now, but I cannot forget who I was…”
“When I saw you tonight in the restaurant, I just thought you were perfect and that is why I confessed. I did not stay with Eliza because I wanted to be with you.”
“I left Colin because I wanted to be with you.”
Polly was sure that she would not have read what was happening in a how-to book, but she believed she was learning how to have a better relationship from life experience.
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Crossing her legs made Nichy feel the slickness between them, and she wanted to touch herself even though she was in the office at her desk. That morning she woke up, and her body needed to be touched. Her breasts felt heavy, her breath was heavy along with it.
She slept naked so it was easy for her to pull her sheets up and stroke herself. Already moist from her dream that was not even sexual, she just sat next to Gavin in it like she had been when he made her wet at the bar after work. Except she was wetter than he had made her. In the dream they could have had sex, but neither of them pressed the issue. Their bodies grazed each other and she could smell him from her memory, the scent of him fresh off the street on a rainy evening before she cried out. She came so fast, she had not even realized she was over the precipice until she was. Her fingers clutched at her slippery labia as if she had lost something, pulling at it, opening it and dipping her fingers inside herself because she needed that release again.
She was late for work because she started again and did not leave until she came, this time consciously. Nichy remembered suddenly she was at work, when she saw an instant message on her screen from Gavin. His message was accompanied by the picture on his ID, which was as gorgeous as he was in person.
His words on the screen were unclear to her at first, as she crossed her legs again and felt the slipperiness that was there. Their benign instant messaging went on, as Nichy realized her legs were so close together…she squeezed and released them. Her crossed legs were so tight that like that morning, she came before she was even aware she was going to. Between her legs thumping, and her eyes teary, Nichy gasped when she looked up and saw Gavin at her cube.
“Hi Nichy, I figured I could just get up and ask you about the files since they are at your desk…Are you okay?”
She smiled, but Nichy feared that she might come again because his being so close made her labia twitch all over again.
“I am fine, just a full-bodied sneeze!”
Nichy remembered reading a comparison to an orgasm as something like a sneeze, so she felt she had not exactly lied to Gavin. He sat on the edge of her desk, his muscular thighs enticing in jeans. He crossed his legs, so she crossed hers and felt an encore of thumping between her legs.
Gavin stood up, smiling at her.
“Well again I owe you Nichy, thank you for your help!”
Her smile was soft as they made small talk, but when Gavin walked away she slumped in her chair, the remembrance of her solo pleasure undulated over her entire body it felt like. She closed her eyes, and saw Gavin like a dream…
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I am sooooooo happy to have the effortlessly sexy Anna Sky on my blog, and even more happy to be book buddies with her in the recently released, Spy Games. In addition to being terribly sexy, she is incredibly smart and savvy about the craft–read for yourself!
Thank you to the wonderful F. Leonora for inviting me on to her blog today. We’re book buddies in ‘Spy Games’ and I’m constantly bowled away by her infectious enthusiasm and eye for art, photography and writing. Sometimes it’s hard to tear myself away from her Twitter feed!
Talking of Twitter, I describe myself on my Twitter bio as “Corset lover. Tea drinker. Kinky Brit. Published Erotica Writer. Sex Positive Equalist” and I think it sums me up pretty well.
I started writing erotica about the same time as I started exploring my kink side and I see the two things as very closely linked. There is a difference between writing real-life erotica and fictional erotica and it’s taken me a little bit of time to tease out some of the details.
With fiction, I think there’s always an element of autobiography; sometimes it makes a fleeting appearance, other times it’s more obvious. It could be the way something made you feel, a snippet of conversation you overheard or simply using someone you know as inspiration for a character. However, unless someone knows you personally, it’s usually a hidden facet within your writing.
Writing about your sex-life however, there’s nowhere to hide. Every detail that you include is you, and it’s an incredibly vulnerable feeling. It’s also in a lot of ways more honest.
In erotica, you can go where you like, do what (or who!) you like and can exaggerate to the nth degree. As long as whatever you write about is authentic, then you have free rein. I don’t think there’s anything worse than reading a book about BDSM for example, and it’s obvious that no research has been done. As an author I don’t have to have experienced something personally to write about it, but I know that if I don’t have a clue, it’ll shine through in my work. That’s definitely something I want to avoid.
With non-fiction, it is what it is. And I do find that I’m a lot more practical in writing it. In my erotica there’s a lot more sounds and smells whereas in ‘Being Anna’, it was much more of an account of what we did or what we discussed. It’s definitely more about how I felt than lurid descriptions of spanking but I found it a lot harder to write in some ways. However, the experience of writing in a totally different style was a positive one. I’ve started making some notes to create a follow-up after feedback suggested that I had more to say!
That’s the writing side of me but I thought I’d best mention the corsets too. I’d always liked the look of them and my husband bought me my first. I think my hands were trembling with excitement when I pulled it out of the packaging. It’s the one that I’m wearing in my profile picture. Red, sparkly and laced up with ribbons. The amazing thing about corsets for me is how they make me feel. They redefine my shape – pulling and pinching and accentuating.
When we put one of my corsets on (it’s a two-person job), I normally stand in front of the mirror as it gets tightened to watch my shape change – it’s like a metamorphosis, and was the inspiration for my story ‘Butterfly’ published in ‘Naughty Shorts’.
I now own three. The red one that you’ve seen, a purple one with a luxuriant baroque-style swirl pattern and my favourite, a black leather one. This last one is a proper training corset and whilst I don’t wear it that way, it’s certainly a lot more secure than the others, which are more for fashion. Being laced into this one is a lot more physical, and I’d describe it as a form of bondage, both mental and physical. I absolutely love it!
Sexy, smart and savvy, right? Here is where you can stalk Anna, and find the links for all of her books!
Web:
Twitter: @iamannasky
At least three times Oscar wanted to look back at Eliza, well he wanted more than to look back at her. He wanted to caress her mound and hold it in hand, until the tip of her slit was damp and then shove his finger inside her. He had done that to her in elevators in New York, Paris and Shanghai.
But he did not turn around, he looked forward and walked to the restaurant where he had told Polly to meet him in case he had lingered too long with Eliza.
Polly waited for him by a window, she wore a blouse that showed off as much of her modest cleavage as was decent. Her long hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail that slanted her eyes a little, she smiled at him and her softness and her beauty overwhelmed him. Sitting with her through dinner, he felt such a degree of guilt. The same guilt he knew he would feel if he had given into Eliza.
They walked out of the restaurant, his hand on Polly’s back. She felt so perfect to him in that moment. Her perfection drove him to need to tell her what had happened. It wasn’t guilt as much as it was he finally wanted someone to tell the story to. He knew Fiona knew, but he had never talked about it to anyone before. Never told anyone about the relationship that first he had to keep a secret, and then didn’t have to keep a secret.
Polly’s body stiffened next to him as they sat in the back of the car. Oscar did not touch her, or move to get closetr to her. The car pulled up in front of her apartment building.
“Are you coming in?” she asked him turning back to look down at him.
Oscar said nothing, got out of the car and followed her. The door man smiled at him because he was familiar. But everything felt surreal to Oscar, unsure what Polly was thinking.
They went to her apartment. Oscar stood in the doorway. Quiet, unsure and she left him there
Polly walked back out with a bundle of white lace that was soiled with blood, old blood.
“Remember when I was little Bo-Peep? And I would not tell you the entire story?”
He nodded.
“I kept the dress.”
“With blood all over it, how did you get blood all over it?” he questioned, his voice back.
Polly held the dress close to her chest.
“I used to be very goth, my boyfriend at the time liked to drink my blood. He’d cut me, I cut him a few times and tasted his blood. I don’t anymore and neither does he. I saw him in Paris, he sold me the Dubuffet.”
Oscar took a deep breath. He’d exposed all the details of his affair with Eliza, and was trumped by Polly exposing her secret teen past and…her own unfinished ex business.
He suddenly felt the metallic taste of blood in his mouth.
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Playing hate: topping in a degradation scene
Corsets and Kink
What I Love About Pinching
Dancing vs. Sex
Volunteers Needed!
Jewelry N’ Kegels
