Excerpt: (Explicit)

I'm dressed for sex. Cybersex.

My Cyberman has made an appointment for midday, which suits me perfectly. I have tied a wide piece of ribbon around my neck, tight enough to constrict my throat. The pressure burns my skin. Feels divine. My thundering heart beats a rhythm expectantly behind my ribcage and moves the fabric of my silky wraparound dress. I intend to give my heart a run today. Put myself under pressure as I climax. I want my cream to soak my panties. Did I tell you about my panties? They are deep burgundy in colour, overlaid with black lace and trimmed with black velvet ribbon, not unlike my choker. I'm wearing a matching suspender belt and that's it, covered only by the sheer dress I'm wearing for modesty's sake if someone unexpected comes to the door. As a further precaution, I have wrapped a sedate scarf around my neck to hide the choker.

My footwear. Long, suede boots, over the knee and buckled with two fierce straps, which I shall ask him to remove.

Use the straps to beat me.

Buckle side down.

The heels are high, but not too high. I will part my legs for him.

Wide.

My moist channel an open vessel for his fingers, cock or tongue, or anything else he wishes to fill me with.

I am his to take.

I shall bend face down into the bedding.

I want him to pull the choker tight.

Jerk my head with force so intense, I think he will snap my neck.

Reach for my cunt, and feel how wet it is.

Dip. Dip his fingers; one, two, three, and four.

Use his cock.

Bugger me.

Force me.

Force me into the bedding and plunge into my rectum.

Spill his seed into me.

Flood me.

Flood my depths.

Brand me with the marks of our passion.

Still semi-hard, turn me over, face up on the bed.

Straddle me, his hands in place of the choker.

Apply pressure, firm, solid, as harsh as he dares, and squeeze. Just right. Just so. Just him, me, his hands, my throat, my burning skin.

Create a new constellation of bruises, a match to his fingers.

Hold tight.

Squeeze.

Obliterate.

Everything open.

I am a flower of flying colours turning towards the sun.

Emerald pierces my little death.