Blade
By Buzby
Blade Beads of red glisten in the wake of cold steel that scratches and slices through naked flesh. Murmurs of pleasure, edged with pain, escape the makeshift gag. Hands writhe against their tethers as once more the blade draws blood. Soft lips close around the wound and warm tongue hungrily laps Losing herself in the thrill, thriving on erotica, she finally relaxes in his arms and succumbs. .I've been struggling with this for ages now, and just can't seem to get it quite right. Any suggestions/criticisms will be most welcome. Written December 29th, 2001 © on Dec 28 2001 07:43 PM PST 0 • 16
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"Blade..."