12.06 A.M.. Elaineâs teeth were brushed, skin moisturised, ready for sleep. Kneeling tall on her bed in the dark, sheâd opened the sliding window widely. With her elbows resting on the windowsill, she smelled the fresh air. A warm breeze caressed her face, billowing the gauzy curtains. Street lamps and house lights dotted the hills…
Elaine was suddenly attacked by a severe case of hyperventilation. Her heart rate skyrocketed and her chest tightened, making her fight for air. I just wanted to know âhypotheticallyâ, not âactuallyâ! her mind screamed as she typed desperately. âIâm sorry! Thatâs not what I meant!â A second later, Gary messaged her back. âLetâs pause for…
AUTHORâS NOTE: Â Welcome to my final erotic work, ‘Culture Shock’. Â By way of introduction, Iâd like to explain that this long story was written to fill a niche that is largely unexplored in ârealâ BDSM erotica, and that is, âHow does a submissive actually get from online to real life in the world…
Chapter 02 Sitting on the side of her bed, Elaine looked at the vibrator and her mind raced. If she cleaned off the lipstick, whoever kissed it would know sheâd seen it. Would they check? If she left it how it was, could she pretend she hadnât seen it? Â She quickly put it back…
Chapter 03 Â Elaine enjoyed being kurious. She could be true to herself. Â Thatâs what she liked most. Â The shy, mild-mannered virgin was much closer to her heart than the loud, slutty Naughtygirl. Whereas Naughtygirl âtook it up the ass with gleeâ, kurious was more interested in actually getting to know people. Â …
Awkward seconds passed as Elaine waited, unsure of what MasterServant might say. Though she was expecting his reply, she jumped when the private message box popped up on her screen. âWelcome to the BDSM room,â he typed innocently. Â âThank you,â Elaine replied, her hands shaking. Â âI should tell you acquiescent suggested I speak…
For a moment Elaine wondered where the disappointment was coming from. Maybe she was just annoyed with herself. She was usually meticulously punctual. But it wasnât like sheâd promised to meet him. It had just been a âmaybeâ. Shaking her head, she had a new appreciation for the term âwastedâ. Â Who am I kidding?…