Pepperfly Dreams on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Amaluen in Latex

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s note: Breath play is dangerous. Vacbeds should never be used alone.

She could not move. She could not see. She could hear only the strained rush, in and out, of air from her lungs, the surging pulse of blood coursing through her veins, the syncopated double-thrusting beat of her heart. She could feel only the pressure of the latex about her, could smell only the acidic musk of the material, a smell like sweat, like flesh, like sex. The darkness, the pressure, and the smell of the latex encased her in a timeless isolation. There was nothing else but those, and the awareness of her own body, and the hallucinatory figments of her own overactive mind reaching out in desperation for any reality to grasp hold of, even one of its own creation.

Goodbye AnnaDol

Thu, 17 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000

I sit in my little cage, in the living room, looking out at the packing crate. I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong? Is he mad at me? Did I fail him? All those long years since he bought me, since he opened the crate I came in, and powered me, booted me, gave me my name. And now…

She smiles at me, the woman. Celia.

She comes out of the kitchen, pushing aside the curtain of plastic beads, and kneels by my cage.

Goodbye AnnaDol

Thu, 17 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000

She smiles at me, the woman. Celia.

She comes out of the kitchen, pushing aside the curtain of plastic beads, and kneels by my cage.

Goodbye AnnaDol

Sun, 06 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000

She smiles at me, the woman. Celia.

She comes out of the kitchen, pushing aside the curtain of plastic beads, and kneels by my cage.