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Victoria watched him from the French windows of the conservatory; The gardener. My silk robe felt heavy, stifling even, paid… Read More

Mistress Psyche stood before me, a statuesque vision in a black shiny corset, her eyes holding a command I could… Read More

The temple was silent, Shiva lay supine upon the stone, a different kind of stillness prevailed—a stillness charged with anticipation,… Read More

Occupied Paris held its breath, but in this small corner of the Marais, another kind of occupation was underway.  I… Read More

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My palms cupped my  breasts  A perfect, round swell filled my hands. My thumbs brushed over stiff, eager nipples poking… Read More

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Inside the box, inside a piece of delicate tissue paper was a pair of stockings. Black seamed stockings. The sheer… Read More