Viola Black
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Love, life, and the awkward bits in between - including sex..
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Stories (25/0)
Breath: Arousal Through Denial
I was strapped to the chair. My wrists were bound to the wooden arm-rests with thin, black zip-ties. My ankles were tied to the front legs of the chair with the same plastic restraints. She'd pulled them tight, and the bindings bit painfully into my skin.
By Viola Blackabout a year ago in Filthy
Healing From a Toxic Relationship
"If it is destroying you, it is not love." Unknown Moving on after a toxic relationship can feel almost impossible. Questions, hurt, and confusion swirl around your mind, creating an emotional maelstrom that seems to never abate.
By Viola Blackabout a year ago in Humans
The Second-Hand Shop Where Books Were Exchanged For Stories
As usual, the bookshop smelt of incense and cigarettes. If the owner had hoped the aroma of the former would mask the odor of the latter, he was mistaken. But, knowing Solomon as I did, I knew that the sandalwood was no attempt to hide his nicotine habit. He didn't need to. This was his shop; if the customers didn't like the pungent tang of his tobacco they could go elsewhere. Solomon would rather lose potential custom than his Camels.
By Viola Blackabout a year ago in Humans
Goodies Versus Baddies: Part 1
"Put them on," she said, dismissively throwing a pair of white stockings at my feet. Bending over, I picked them up. "Do you know why you're wearing white, and we're in black?" she asked, as if bored. As she spoke, she lifted her legs, and rested her dark, calf-length boots on the chair opposite her. Her short skirt rose up, exposing the tops of her black stockings.
By Viola Blackabout a year ago in Filthy
Bridge
I turned the tiny plastic bottle downwards, and squeezed. Thick, gelatinous blobs of eucalyptus-infused gel thudded onto the palm of my hand with a series of gentle 'plops.' The tiny hairs in my nostrils flared with the sudden arrival of the minty aroma, my favorite smell in the world.
By Viola Blackabout a year ago in Filthy
