• Short Fiction,  Wicked Wednesday

    The Switch

    “Darling, will you lace me up?” She lifted the pale gold waves of hair at the nape of her neck and shivered as his fingers wound around the velvet ribbon crisscrossing up her back. She adjusted the front of the corset, breasts almost toppling out, and exhaled slowly as she felt the definition of the garment shape her torso under his diligent tugs. She could hear the focus in his breathing. “Are you nervous?” “About the show? A little.” His voice trembled slightly, betraying his anxiety. “You’ll be great, you look amazing. So dapper!” She smiled at him over her shoulder and caught his eye.

  • femmedom,  kissing,  Short Fiction,  Wicked Wednesday

    Coffee, extra cream

    Emerging from the subway to the rainy street, she popped her umbrella open and proceeded across the street and down the block. The dull grey of the day made the warm amber glow of the coffee shop all the more inviting and seeing him sitting near the back on a worn velvet sofa, reading the newspaper, made her heart speed up in her chest. He was such a pretty fellow, so gracious and unassuming.