Of Doves and Witches, Part 1

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


Of those that think they know me, I am but a shadow of what you read. Below is only my imagination, brought to life with my words.
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I felt the Savannah humidity rush in with the chiming of the little bell at the shop door, of Doves and Witches. My bookshop a needle in the blades of the swamps. Recently a few of my patrons had gathered together to form a society. It didn't happen overnight but it all came together in due time.

It seems the majority of my customers were influenced by the cinema and pulp fiction. Including the shenanigans on the dark side of our little town.

We each decided to write our darkest thoughts. Knowing that it was fictional. That night I scribbled a few lines, becoming erect.

"After several minutes, she felt the liquid around her become noticeably warm. She burst into tears and struggled in vain to escape. Despite her best efforts, the bonds about her held..."

She jumped into my arms wanting attention and her neck scratched. My kitty cat of no name.

I lost my thought but quickly regained with the aroma of my wife's chili wafting down the hall.

"She began to writhe violently in the confines of the pot. She turned left and right, straining against the cords about her thighs. Although consensual, she thought about the brutal torture to come. They would be using their tongues."


Submitted: July 06, 2021

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