It was a drab, overcast day, typical of Tumwater, Washington. If you’re ready to be put in your place, call me. It was an alert from Kinksters. Tock. She grabbed his hips and thrust forward firmly. Despite their helpless nature and the cold utility through which men were often harvested, she hadn’t given up on romance. Cassandra stopped reading after the first few and banished the messaging tab. It was sadness in its purest form. Several submissive male forms were in bondage and one woman in deepest red stood defiantly, mouth open and blood dripping from her teeth. He opened his laptop and the power notebook booted up quickly. Kayden tossed the phone on his bed, moved to his desk and plopped down in his plush leather office chair. And lesson number one is, don’t be so eager to encounter these freaks. Despite their helpless nature and the cold utility through which men were often harvested, she hadn’t given up on romance.
