Neon Vanesca

"Every inch will not go unpunished," she said. He growled, not wanting to play games. Yet she teased the beast, daring him to do something, knowing he'll try. He does. But with his hands firmly tied, he can't get what he wants. She had him tamed enough to do whatever she wanted.  -Neon Read my book Strapped for Survival with its fre e bonus story Wine Not On Amazon Kindle NOW https://www.amazon.com/dp/B088DXMCG1

Nerves hit Dana like a sledgehammer as the grocery store front spread apart for her to enter. The heavy air slammed down on the top of her head. Her husband, Everett, behind her made it worse. She was unsure how she was going to pull it off, unsure if she would be caught. This was the first time she’s ever done something like this. “What do I get if I win?” she asked her husband. They playfully fought back and forth with each other in the middle of the kitchen on a trivial matter: if there were any eggs in the refrigerator. This play-fight naturally and quickly progressed into the realm of a bet. “I will get down on my knees, beg for your forgiveness and answer ‘My Queen’ to everyone of your requests.” “Even at the barbeque?” Everett thought about it while chewing on a green olive. That’s a steep price. In front of all his Ranger buddies he’s got to call her ‘My Queen”? But he knows for a fact that there are eggs in the fridge. Life’s a gamble my friend. “Even at the barby,” he gleamed...

“One thing you have to know about David is he's an alpha male,” Silvia said, as she tightened the hip strap to Lacie’s harness for her. “So, sticking this thing in his face,” she bounces down the seven inch, pink silicone dong, making it snap back up. “Is only going to freak him out.” “He doesn’t suck fake cock, got it.” “You look beautiful, by the way.” “Yeah? I didn’t think I could pull off the look like you can.” Lacie was telling the truth about Silvia; she was a pegging veteran with her husband David. Her smooth black panty hose served to accentuate the crystal clear cock in front of her. Lacie herself was wearing knitted thigh highs and her white slip on skater shoes. “Oh honey, he’s going to love us, come on.” Taking her by the hand, Silvia leads her out of the bedroom towards the library of the house. Lacie was always impressed with the amount of books David and Silvia have accumulated over such a short period of time. It’s the type of room bookworms fawn over—or find thems...

"My little pet needs to be clean," he says, skimming her folds in an upward motion. She felt every sensation on her body: the soap tickling her wet skin, the heat from the water she lays in, the excess wetness dripping from her heel and the overall desire to be his pet forever. -Neon Read my book Strapped for Survival with its fre e bonus story Wine Not On Amazon Kindle NOW https://www.amazon.com/dp/B088DXMCG1

A man in all black is tied down to a dining room chair. He’s wearing a ski mask. Though his arms are covered, he clearly works out. The black, long sleeved shirt contours to the mounds of muscles they cover. Jenna enters the room wearing only her white cotton panties and a strip of t-shirt across her tits. Her budding hard nipples leave little for the imagination to the man that can see them. Same for the gun resting in her hand. “So you thought you could just enter my window and think you could steal from me?” No answer from him. She racks the slide. He answers. “Yes.” He’s sweating, that much is clear through the holes of his mask. “Didn’t think lil’ ole me would be holdin’ such a biggg barrel, did ya?” He swallows but keeps quiet. She jabs the muzzle of the glock under his chin. “I’m gonna need an answer, sugar.” The barrel tickles his chin. Even though he's sweating, his jaw flares in defiance. “Clearly I didn’t know you owned a cannon.” “I bet you were here to ravage me, weren...