Excerpt (Chapter 1)


Erin had never been spanked, but she was intrigued by the mere thought. She imagined herself on all fours, her ass plump and ready. She was the main course and would be the bulk of his appetite. She brushed her hair evenly while admiring herself in the mirror. Her toes curled rubbing the carpet, a slight burn against the skin. Her cunt expelled a lubricant on the wood chair rendering the crotchless panties ineffective.  

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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