Sometimes, I Like It Rough

January 5, 2008Read, scenes 3 Comments

I dragged him by the hair and pushed him to the floor. Hooded him. Cuffed his hands to the base of the A-frame. A spreader bar kept his ankles apart. Rope to make his legs stay put. I raked a Whartenberg wheel all over his body. His left nipple drooled blood. With my single tail, … Read More