29 Stories by Francesca Anderssen
There is a deceptive gentleness in his embrace. I know from experience that tenderness like this always precludes the suffering he enjoys...
I say I look up at you and whisper the words softly, barely making a sound. You have tied me so tightly...
You brought me here, and robbed me of all that I possessed. My very being is now gone from me, replaced...
I feel his hard body as he brushes against me. I feel the heat of him, the one who holds me...
You made me choose a single wordyet now I cannot make that sound or end the torments drawn from youso I lie here securely bound....
Emily takes control… Emily jerks on my leash with a powerful insistence. I draw close, closer; my skin comes into contact with hers at those...
Where are the cords you used to useUpon one who was so willing?Do you tie another nowAnd is she just as thrilling?… I miss...
Three become as one… It has been a few days since Emily was introduced into our lives, and we have become used to thinking of...
don’t let go of my handhold it fasthold it rightuse my fingers for your delight,let them find youhere and nowtake them where you hold...
When you have gone from me, even for a few moments, what drives such excitement when I look down at the marks you have left?...
