I stood and walked the short distance over to the older woman. Bending down I inquired in a low whisper if her young companion was an exhibitionist, a submissive, or a slave in training. The older woman smiled and with a finger motioned her companion to unbutton the top button of the silvery satin dress. In doing so the girl exposed a silver choker that was standing in for a true slave collar. The older woman explained her companion was in training and had not yet committed to full slave.
It's fine to meet the neighbors.
Better still to fuck 'em.
Just watch your step
and don't slip up
you just might end up loving 'em.
[OK this is why I'm not a poet and I know it]
This is a re-write of my short story 'FCC' that I did for a Creative Writing class. Written to a two hour time limit, so it may not be my best work ever.
Long lost cousin, Pamela, stumbles back into my nerdy corporate executive life bringing with her vivid and hilarious reminiscences of our coming of age, hot memories of my adolescent sexual discoveries, and shocking surprises about Pamela's life as an adult.
A not so friendly childhood rival becomes the employer of a young couple and fakes some documents and photos to blackmail them with. He abuses the young wife in order to torment the husband, his lifelong rival.
EXITS Be warned, this is very graphic snuff. If such is not your cup of tea, look elsewhere. Moved by Melpomene's decapitation, Euterpe decides to Exit in her own way, at the hands of her lover, soon to join her at the end of a rope.