Scissored 2

By Carla Pearce

She knew exactly what and how she wanted things done and she wasn’t the sort to leave me guessing for hours. She used me like an obedient minion, exploited and took advantage of me to satisfy only her own needs. My own desires didn’t seem to be of much importance to her but I had to admit that I loved every living second of her being in charge. It was strangely intense and intoxicating, much like I imagined an alcoholic’s delirium tremens - I needed her more than she needed me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carla Pearce
• Release date: Apr 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370911226

Carla Pearce

I'm an independent erotica author who lives with her incredibly supportive husband and our baby, Nina, the dog. My fascination with human sexuality and everything erotic and sensual goes beyond writing. Having studied arts taught me to think creatively and concentrate on what's truly important in life - love and passion. Oh, and periodically some raw, carnal sex, of course, just to keep the fire burning.

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Scissored

Copyright 2017 Carla Pearce

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Scissored

Carla Pearce

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Copyright © 2017 by Carla Pearce

Cover designed by Dominyka Anciūtė

I’d love to try something new... I laid on my side and looked at her.

Sure, what do you have in mind? Her attention suddenly roused by my uncharacteristic display of supplication.

Her nipples were still hard after a session of lovemaking, and her messy hair alone was sensual enough to relight my desire.

Have you heard of breath play? I continued, struggling to keep my voice calm as the adrenaline surged through my body.

You mean you want to choke me? The expression on her face turned immediately sour.

No! No, of course not. I reassured her, I'd like, if you're willing to help, to try it on myself

Well thanks for killing the mood. She scoffed at me, grabbed her panties and proceeded to get dressed.

I laid on the bed, looking upwards and regretted ever having the idea to tell her about my fantasies so soon.

Sarah slowly pulled up her gray felt skirt, stepped into her shiny black pumps and brushed her auburn hair with her fingers a few times. It was a tick she had. She wouldn’t even realise it sometimes, as she’d slowly brush her hair with her fingers, her mind seemingly far away from this world. She would continue collecting the hair she gathered and roll them into a sphere. It was quite peculiar watching her stop automatically only when she had no loose strands left for her hair ball. Then she’d throw it in the trash and snap out of this transcendental state.

She grabbed her coat, took one last look at me with an expression of complete condescension, and then strode towards the bedroom door.

Don’t call me again. She snarled as she left the bedroom, her head shaking with apparent disbelief.

As I heard the apartment door slam shut, I couldn't help but wish she had applied the same brute force