Chronic depression sucks. All I managed to do today was mope about and post my latest. I have nothing amusing to say today.
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Being a professional working girl Alice has met more than her fair share of weirdos in the bedroom. But this was the first time she had a man paying for her to dress up as a comic book character...not just to have sex with him, but to seduce the woman who he has his eye on but can’t bring himself to talk to.
This is a 7000 word novella intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: This story features graphic sex, BDSM themes, group sex, sex of dubious consent, mind control sex games, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
“That was very good,” she panted to him. “Did you enjoy it?”
Neil gave a muffled response and she realized her weight was stifling him. She flexed her knees and gave him a bit of air. “Yes,” he gasped.
“Good,” she replied. “You look big and ready to explode. Do you want me, Neil?”
“I see.” She stroked him lightly up and down a few times then abruptly slapped him with the flat of her hand. He jumped and yowled.
“What was that for?” he complained.
Alice still had one hand firmly on his manhood. It was even redder now from her slap. She was certain he had an uncomfortable tightness in his stomach from her abuse, but that was necessary. Keeping him under her control was necessary and she needed to do that by any means at her disposal.
“To keep you in line,” she told him and then gave him a firm flick with her middle finger, holding it back with her thumb for a moment to increase the tension, then letting her finger snap out like it was spring loaded.
He jumped from the impact but didn’t scream. He had better control of himself now. He was preparing himself for further abuse. A small welt appeared and Alice couldn’t help herself. She kissed the injury she had just caused.