VoyeurI wrote this for a friend, and enjoyed his epilogue-style response so much, I had to share it with you.More Like This
It's late. I turn off the TV, get off the sofa and stretch with a theatrical yawn. Yes! There it is, the glint of light reflected off a camera lens in the bushes. He's here! He's not here every night, and I don't look for him every night, but tonight is one of the lucky nights!
I switch off the downstairs lights and go upstairs to my bedroom, my heart beating a lot faster than it was ten minutes ago. I switch on the bedroom light and go to the window, reaching for the curtains as if I'm going to pull them together - I like to tease him sometimes. But instead, I put my hands in my hair and try to do my best sex kitten impression, as I swing my hips and pout a little. Ever since I realised I had an 'admirer', and decided not to freak out and go to the police, I have been dressing much more smartly around the house. Tonight, I'm wearing the little black dress which shows off my figure,
Star Wars/Star Trek (3)Ahsoka opened her eyes to find her arms tied behind her back by binders. Her legs were tied down too. She glanced at Jean-Luc helping Geordi with a console.More Like This
"Hey! Where am I?" she screamed.
Jean-Luc walked in front of Ahsoka and knelt to his right knee and grabbed her chin.
"You're onboard the Federation starship USS Enterprise-E. We found your ship adrift in the nebula. You escaped from the sickbay, but you were stunned", replied Picard., as he climbed to his feet.
"Federation? What Federation?" asked Ahsoka.
Picard scoffed and replied "The United Federation of Planets. Have you ever heard of Starfleet?"
"No. You've never heard of the Jedi Order or the Republic?" asked Ahsoka.
"No. We obviously come from very different places", replied Picard.
"Have you ever heard of the Borg?" asked Ahsoka.
Picard paused and ceased walking. He then turned around.
"Damn well I have. They assimilated my entire galaxy.
Mistress and picsI hope people enjoy the pics I've put up. Just showing some of the outfits and stuffs I've put together. Also note that all references to a Mistress are to my lovely and amazing Mistress, whom I absolutely love and adore. She is an incredible hypnotist and an amazing person. I'm very glad to have the opportunity to kneel at her feet as I have for the last few months.More Like This
(the Adventures of) Pippa! the Precocious PonygirlPippa is just a loose concept at least, so far... it is no secret that I like ponygirls--not the horse-headed animal/human type... but hey, if you like that? far be it from me to judge your kink. I like the D&S element of it, as well as a lot of (though not all of) the aesthetic... and I do love good old fashion bondage.More Like This
I have wanted to do a series of illustrations that did my kinky vision justice, and I think I have a good start on it. I have uploaded a good 7 sketches of Pippa so far, and I have many many more drawn (though several are very loose) and I am looking to start to finalize a few of them. As a result, I am going through them and trying to establish some sort of chronology so there is a coherence to them all. This could be the start of something, perhaps not...
I love drawing pretty girls in peril/bondage/pleasure... and I hope you like looking at them...
please let me know what you think so far! (again, I know it's a rough start... but it's a start~ )
The Beautiful Machine.I wake up in a flowerMore Like This
People live in my house, and every time it gets cleaned there is always somebody whispering
I walk with my gloved hand
I touch things with ragged fingers that kiss-and-hungry-and open hearts feeling
I only touch the best things in this place
Sometimes I swim in teardrops
I will never fall asleep again because I am in constant stimulation
I stare at the shit they put on the TV
If my flower closes I'll become a sex-butterfly
When I cut off Virgin Mary's head, nothing came out
I am the mouth that eats out of your hand
If I can't create anything, I guess I'll just die again in my flower
When I come back to life,
GermanyxReader : Blood Test You flinched, shifting over unsure and sat silent once again with hands on your knees. Then you moved at the slightest of sounds. Frozen in place once more with hands clamming up and hyperventilation near ready to start.More Like This
Ludwig breathed out a sigh, resting a hand on your shoulder and making your entire body tense, the hair’s on the back of your neck sticking up. “I don’t understand why you’re so worried. All they’re going to do is take a little bit of blood.”
“B-Because...” You started only to trail off with little confidence left. “N-Never mind...can you just hold my hand right now.
Love or Nothing (Part 1)Francois was woken up by a loud crash. Startled, eyes wide with shock, he jumped up from his cozy bed. Still sleepy, he grabbed a nearby chair and started cautiously towards the door. Fighting to remain calm, he put on his toughest expression. The next moment, something wild rushed into the room, and Francois jumped back, desperately holding back a scream. Whatever little color his face had was quickly diminishing as the cloaked figure advanced towards him. Francois took a deep breath and closed his eyes, preparing for a blow. But instead, he felt long cold claws stroking his neck. He swallowed hard, cold sweat running down his spine.More Like This
StuckImagine there's a girl that you've known for a little while.More Like This
She's cute, and bubbly, and you genuinely enjoy hearing about her day.
You see her more and more now, and you become friends.
She compliments you and you feel all gooey inside.
That's when you realize you might have feelings for her,
And you don't want to, because you're friends now.
But you can't help it.
When you see her, you just can't stop that dumb grin that plasters your face,
Smiling helplessly and staring at her,
Because each time you catch a glimpse of her,
She's suddenly the most beautiful person you've ever met.
And when she asks for a piggy back ride for the third tim
Abigail's Abduction20-year old Abigail Wilson ran briskly through the park, her long blonde hair, bound in a loose pony-tail bobbing with each step. The early morning air still held a bit of the night’s chill to it, instead of the scorching heat later in the day, Abigail could feel it through the thin tank top and running shorts she had on.More Like This
She smiled. The last days of classes were almost over. All she had to worry about was her final exams, and then she’d be free for the whole summer. She grinned. Two days ago, she’d spoken with father, he’d said she and her friends could take the yacht and spend two weeks cruising in the Caribbean. He
Persistence of Vision(M/F, F/F, F/M, chloroform, bondage, kidnapping, homage)More Like This
PC Penelope Pembroke was feeling somewhat melancholy as she strolled home after a long day's work at the station house. The undercover operation targeting substandard gentlemen burglars had concluded two weeks ago, and Penelope had grown weary of processing the reports. Clerical duties, tedious enough on their own, seemed even more burdensome after experiencing the excitement of regular field engagements. However, there was nothing to do for it; the bureaucracy demanded a steady diet of paperwork.
But what really left Penelope cold was the treatment she was getting from the gentleman burglar community. Rare was the week when she could safely travel home without being accosted at least three nights out of seven. But ever since the sting operation had begun bringing down their colleagues, the community had closed ranks and ceased courting her. For Penelope, this was a devastating development, for she quite liked their attenti