. . . are not always visible, though when they are it is something truly beautiful.
Fiona had been at the Home longer than most other girls- probably longer than all of the other girls, though she made an effort not to keep track. She had Awoken unusually early, barely past her teens. Her journey into submission had been swift and hard and wonderful, and by the time she was twenty-three, … Continue reading Chosen
Calm. He was always so damn calm. She had tried to break through. First with her silence, then with her voice, raised, harsh, and angry. With her hands, balled into fists and pounding on him and getting no more reaction than if she were pounding against the ocean. She struck out again, with more force … Continue reading Calm
There is tenderness in her bottom, true, but also in his embrace. I adore the way he holds her- a physical expression that he loves her despite- or perhaps because of- whatever she's done to earn a sore behind.