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Category:
Original - Misc › -Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
7,965
Reviews:
108
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I own these characters. However, this is a work of fiction, any resemblance to any real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Treats
Friday, October 29, 2010
AFF’s Dribs, Drabs and Doggy Tales
Weekly prompt: Candy
Drabble = 100 words, no more, no less
Warnings: D/s, FemmeDomme, bondage, oral
Disclaimer: I own these characters. However, this is a work of fiction, any resemblance to any real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Treats
Piercing blue eyes, housed in a glistening face, peered up from between the Mistress’ legs. She stretched languidly, arched her back to thrust her breasts into the air, dragging a pained moan from pet, kneeling at her feet.
“Not done,” she hissed, tugging sharply on his short hair. “Back to work.”
Pet returned to his assignment, working diligently at finishing his feast. As she threw her head back, yielding to his industriousness, the pet whined wistfully.
“Speak!” she commanded sharply.
“Better than candy, Mistress,” he whispered worshipfully, “Better than candy.”
“Of course,” she agreed, stroking his sweaty head in reward.
AFF’s Dribs, Drabs and Doggy Tales
Weekly prompt: Candy
Drabble = 100 words, no more, no less
Warnings: D/s, FemmeDomme, bondage, oral
Disclaimer: I own these characters. However, this is a work of fiction, any resemblance to any real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Treats
Piercing blue eyes, housed in a glistening face, peered up from between the Mistress’ legs. She stretched languidly, arched her back to thrust her breasts into the air, dragging a pained moan from pet, kneeling at her feet.
“Not done,” she hissed, tugging sharply on his short hair. “Back to work.”
Pet returned to his assignment, working diligently at finishing his feast. As she threw her head back, yielding to his industriousness, the pet whined wistfully.
“Speak!” she commanded sharply.
“Better than candy, Mistress,” he whispered worshipfully, “Better than candy.”
“Of course,” she agreed, stroking his sweaty head in reward.