Noughties by Katie

Wanna Play? I wanna play, how about you, Let’s be strangers in the night, Two souls passing in the moonlight, A tangle of our bodies, embraced by a warm glow,  Maintaining hot and heavy, letting the sweat flow, My loins ache when you are near, as the desire inside you arises, Be my stranger in the night and keep my passion alive? I wanna play, how about you, Let’s be two Lovers in the dark, As I receive you in my lap and kiss you to your soul, Making your body tingle and your brain thirst for more, Please let me be the one that comforts your longing, Let me make your body quiver with awe, The one who made your body sing to my name, The one who made you wanna play again? I wanna play, how about you, I’ll be your kitten and you be my master tonight, We can play with restraints, or get the toys out if you like, I’m up for it, how about you, tie me up and do it tight, Constrain my body & my soul then tell me what to do,  This kitten wants to play, Does Sir wanna play too? I wa...

 Pale Winter.    Gone were the long, flowing mulberry locks, long straight silver-white tresses. The wispy skirts replaced by skin-tight pvc pants that highlighter her slender hips and curvy ass. The midnight embroidered bodice tops were now skimpy leather, pushing up the almost porcelain mounds of her full breasts, enhancing her cleavage. Her old name had gone too, Eloise had become Alyssa. The new city spread out in the valley below felt ripe with potential, a familiar stirring bought a heat to her skin and a tingle to her sex. It was time. Reaching into her battered leather rucksack she picked out her phone, flipping the case open she hit the only number stored on the slender device. It rang twice before a soft, feminine, cultured voice answered. "Hello?". "Hello Mother, it's time." "Ellie?". "Alyssa now mother.". "What do you need?". "I think an apartment this time, and some new clothes". "I'll...

 Eloise. Written by: Silverwolf. A chill wind blew, curling tendrils of freshly fallen snow into dancing, writhing phantasms in gloomy orange lights of the park. Eloise smiled to herself as her booted feet crunched through the powdery layers as she made her way to meet her date. Gemma shrugged against the breeze, huddling in her overlong coat, marvelling at the sight of Eloise as she approached. The freezing cold didn't seem to affect her, from the midnight bodice top cinched tightly at the waist, that enhanced the glorious swell of those porcelain pale generous breasts, to the flowing skirt, frost rimed and brushing smooth the snow behind her. Crystals of frozen snow glinted in her deep mulberry hair. Gemma's breath caught in her throat as Eloise waved to her, her pale skin almost a match for the wintry blanket smothered the land around them. Without a word Eloise slipped her arms around the slender womans waist. Their lips met, and immediately parted, tongues entwining as bot...

  Dixie watched in fascination as her previously pale skin turned pink around where the needle had penetrated the skin, leaving ink in its wake. The brand of her own house sigil she had gotten as a teen didn’t hurt half as much. That was a luna moon, she couldn’t watch as that one was on the back of her neck. So this time she chose her thigh, and she wanted it large enough to be seen. Her small sculptured face would wrinkle at the forehead each time the artist dug the needle in. He had almost finished the large black cat in a gothic golden frame. The sigil of the house next door, ‘ The House Of Black Cats ’ was the one she was getting now. Dixie’s father, Lord Luna, had promised her to Lord Black’s son, Damon who was only 2 years older than her when she was twelve but he could not ‘wed her or bed her until she was twenty-one .’ That was the last time Dixie laid eyes on Damon before that, the pair were inseparable. Lord Black moved him away and said he would only return once she c...

Amy smiled as she examined her reflection in the long, full-length mirror, her eyes drinking in the treat that Damien had in store. Tonight would be the night, she thought to herself, tonight he would be hers. Her eyes roved over the image in the glass, long auburn hair, softly, perfectly curled into luxurious waves. Her skin was pale, milky and pampered with the finest bath treatments, her irises were their usual glittering emerald. Further she explored her image, tracing the lines of her small, perfectly proportioned breasts with their ruby tipped peaks. Further down, past the flowing, even plane of her toned stomach and her flared, generous hips. She'd waxed smooth between her thighs, exposing her neat dark pink femininity. Her long legs were encased in pale white silk stockings. She reached for the flimsy wisp of white lace that constituted underwear these days, snuggling the single thread of support between the pale mounds of her firm ass. Next came the suspender belt, she bow...

  When Khal Amell came to Jess’s village with his hoard of six thousand her father was frantic. “Offer them the horse's father,” Jess said quickly under her breath. Her father an old silver-haired beast of a man shot her a disgusted look and Jess quickly averted her eyes to look out of the window again. Her father often looked at her this way and Jess had grown quite used to it. He often told her she looked too much like her mother and since she had run away with a wealthy merchant he could no longer look at Jess in the same manner. “We crossed the narrow sea to start afresh and yet we still have to pay,” her father said to his advisor. “I don’t believe they will just take the animals my lord, and if the Khal feels offended he will send in his men and they will sack the village,” he said, shooting Jess the same disgusted look. “Offer some of the women my Lord or the children,” Her father looked at him and then nodded. “You can’t do that. You don't own them! Their lives are not ...