Neon Vanesca

“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...

My left hand firmly gripping his hilt My finger dances across his tip A glaze of precum is the ice rink my nail soaks in He's on the edge of my desire.                                            -Neon Strapped for Survival and it's bonus story Wine Not is now on sale for $.99 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B088DXMCG1

Her arms bound over her head by steel clamps The metal spreader bar kept her black heels far apart and above her ears Her ball gag shut her up His cock brushed against her asshole The tip threatened to breach her hole His hips plunged his hard length into her tight ass Her full, unrelenting pleasure was heard only in muted tones She needed her ass fucked hard And he wasn't gentle about it -Neon Strapped for Survival and it's bonus story Wine Not is now on sale for $.99 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B088DXMCG1

“I forgot my lipstick, does anybody need anything while I’m back there?” Jade asked.  She was sitting in the dining car next to her husband Michael and in front his friend/work partner, James. James was sitting next to an empty seat. His wife, Isobel, had been MIA the entire night. James, like Michael, was dressed in his three piece tailored suit, so for her not to be there was kind of weird. He blamed it on a migraine. Jade knew “migraine” was a female code word for get the hell away from me. “No thank you, darling,” Michael said to his wife. “No thanks-oh,” James stopped himself, patting his jacket. “You know what, I think I forgot my Cubans. Can you ask Isobel for them?” “Sure, anything else?” Jade asked. “Nope...no, thank you. They should be in my sports coat hanging over the chair.” James replied. Jade excused herself from the table. Jade didn’t leave her lipstick behind, she was extremely uncomfortable in her wool pencil skirt. With thighs of fire, the only thing she wanted t...