the life and musings of a kinky slut
“TNG.”I gave him a questioning look.“The Next Generation.”“You mean like Star Trek?”“No.” It was Friday, 5:15pm again. This time when I stepped up to his door there was no pensive waiting, no pacing. I simply gave a quiet knock. Mr. Ebon beckoned my entrance, and I sat on top of the desk as before. My […]
The ruler was made out of cedar, lacquered, with a metal straight edge. The numbers were a deep black, with inches as their only measurement. When it struck my hands, there was a snap in the air, not just from the sound but from the tidal shift in my world. Mr. Ebon’s class on Monday […]
~erotica~ Mr. Ebon looked like he stepped out of one of those recruiting commercials that played during the breaks of football games: buzzed cut hair, sleek trim muscles, a solid gait you could set a metronome to. The only difference was his uniform consisted of a starched tie, crisp folds in his collared dress shirt, […]