Light Bond Stories

A Filthy Tales for Wicked Grown-Ups Story
When a cursed prince with a submissive streak meets the infamous Lady Verity Thrustworthy—better known as the Viper of Veylthorne—his only hope of redemption lies in obedience. Add a magical golden vibrator with opinions of her own, and courtly manners don’t stand a chance. A bawdy, wickedly enchanted retelling of The Frog Prince where domination is destiny, and happily ever after comes with a bite.

Fucking with Kipling. Just So.

In the bruised-purple bedroom, Harold (72) and Elena (54) kneel, rope-burned and paddle-marked. Braids, collar, sippy cup, duck blanket, Goodnight Moon surround them. “I’m only lovable when little,” she sobs. “When Daddy,” he chokes. Pull-ups, journal confessions: I’ll die mid-story. They make love—tears, Daddy, Harold braided. Aftercare: salve, shared sips, blanket-cape. Miso purrs. Tomorrow: burnt toast, crayons, rituals. They stay—leaky, creaky, little, big—choosing each other daily.

A story in the Lesbian Romances Universe
Clarita owes the mountain her seventh daughter’s seventh daughter. Michelle breaks every salt line she finds. Hate becomes hunger, hunger becomes rope and brand and fist. To keep the witch in the walls fed, they pay with blood, welts, hot wax, and shattering squirt under the Mothman’s red eyes. Love here is a debt paid in screams and perfect surrender. The ridge claimed them. They claimed each other harder.

The world is ending in hellflame, and Lucifer has captured the love of her life; a man whose loyalty to his heavenly father might cost the demon everything she has sacrificed. Written as a love letter to all the masochists and sadists who kneeled before the altar of a hollow, ruthless god.

A creative writing seminar gives new meaning to "getting in touch with your inner self"

At a glittering yokai gala built on money and pretense, Jason Nishi arrives with one quiet purpose: her. One dance rekindles everything they tried to bury... and a single step into the shadows threatens to turn longing into something far more dangerous.

From the Crazy in Carson saga
This one is a throwback to when I first started being a dirty slut! The guy who took me to The Bath House, Jay, was the person who finally freed me! I mentioned in the story about that night that he came over the night before but I hadn't gotten around to actually telling that story yet! Well here it is! He got to see my sadistic side!