Michael Alexander's Blog, page 22
July 18, 2015
Text - Part Three
If you haven't read "Text - Part One" then I suggest you stop right now and click HERE. And if you're behind the times and haven't read "Part Two", then you should probably click HERE. Otherwise you'll be confused. And I wouldn't want that. Would you? - Bre
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July 17, 2015
Text - Part Two
If you haven't read "Text - Part One" then I suggest you stop right now and click HERE. Otherwise you'll be confused. And I wouldn't want that. Would you? - Bre
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July 15, 2015
July 4, 2015
Crimson O Penetrates The Halls of Justice
The darkness was ominous, but it hardly scared her, even when a delicate touch against the switch did nothing. The lights were not responding. The lower levels of the Hall of Justice was a warren of infrastructure, everything from the environmental controls, to the massive furnaces and air handler units that heated and cooled the facility, to the energy conduits that powered the computers,
June 22, 2015
June 18, 2015
Rain & Orchids
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June 4, 2015
Context
The problem was context. I stood there in front of the cash register, my face flushed crimson, my selected items combining with my attire to leave an impression that was, admittedly in this instance, totally accurate."Nice shirt," Dorbin commented. That was the clerk's name. His name tag said so.Me? I blushed even more, the redness creeping down my chest. I'd been told to wear my peasant blouse
May 28, 2015
Slap (Part Four)
If you haven't read Part One, Part Two, or Part Three, then I think you might want to do that. Otherwise you'd be confused, instead of horny, and that's never good. - Bre
It was rainy and dark outside when I emerged from John’s bungalow style home and climbed into my truck. The RVP was on, though I’d turned off the rotation function, leaving just the steady thrum of the vibrator to match
It was rainy and dark outside when I emerged from John’s bungalow style home and climbed into my truck. The RVP was on, though I’d turned off the rotation function, leaving just the steady thrum of the vibrator to match
May 27, 2015
Slap (Part Three)
If you haven't read Part One you should probably do that. And if you haven't read Part Two you're definitely behind the times. So stay with me here - Bre
*Crack*
My right foot kicked out hard, the string on my big toe jerking and the three small clamps attached along one side of my slit snapped free. Of course this hurt like the dickens, but still not quite as much as the crop did slashing
*Crack*
My right foot kicked out hard, the string on my big toe jerking and the three small clamps attached along one side of my slit snapped free. Of course this hurt like the dickens, but still not quite as much as the crop did slashing
May 26, 2015
Slap (Part Two)
If you haven't read Part One you should probably do that or you'll be lost. And we don't want you lost. Ever. - Bre
“Wait,” Julie said, the leather sap still lightly rubbing my soaked slit. “You just came? Like that? Not even trying to hold off?”
I lifted my head and looked at her. She was sitting on the floor at the end of the coffee table between my outstretched legs. It was a strain to
“Wait,” Julie said, the leather sap still lightly rubbing my soaked slit. “You just came? Like that? Not even trying to hold off?”
I lifted my head and looked at her. She was sitting on the floor at the end of the coffee table between my outstretched legs. It was a strain to
