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rolledtrousers: It was his mark, and she wore it well. If all clothes are a form of armour, some flimsy protection, then they were no longer needed; she had all the protection she would ever need, in that name on her hip. Because it was a brand, a
rolledtrousers: Funnily enough, words have power. Those words can blend together, occupy the same space in our minds, to the degree that two words that sound the same, but used in different contexts, can have their meanings grafted onto one another.
Good morning… and welcome to Erotic Storybook Saturday. This week, a new gentleman, rolledtrousers, makes his debut at the Library with a reading of one of his own works. The mic is open after him. All are welcome to participate. Just click the
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Long Time Coming Some of you may remember our first performer's voice as he has previously taken a turn at the mic here at the Library. Today he is sharing a wicked little appetizer to get this week’s chapter of Erotic Storybook Saturday started
Flador It has been far too long since this next writer’s words and voice last stirred the Library. Making his long awaited return to the Library dais, please welcome back… rolledtrousers: “Don’t worry, I’m not going to be sticking
The Negotiations Broke Down His voice and his words have frequently graced the Library’s walls. Today he returns with a vignette of a delicious give and take between two lovers. She gave. He took all that and more. Making his way onto the Library
rolledtrousers: She had never been seized before. To have a man’s hands run over her not as a lover, but as a claimant, someone to possess… it had taken some getting used to. The heady euphoria that had rushed through her veins that first time
rolledtrousers: It’s not the pain that I get off on. It’s not seeing you writhe and cry out when I lay my hand on you, or watching the heavy rouge start to rise on your tender flesh. It’s not feeling the sensitive nub of your nipple swell between
rolledtrousers: Have you noticed how your centre of gravity shifts the moment my fingers plunge into your wetness? How your entire body alters just a little, the fundamentals of it changing and morphing into something different, something entirely sexual
gkfaraway: It’s my true wish that I can be at that level with someone. -K rolledtrousers: Even after everything that he’d done to her, all the things that had broken her down, had her crying, sobbing for him to stop. Even after she’d told him
So pink and perfect, just yielding, accepting. rolledtrousers: I watch porn for that moment, and that moment alone. When your body accepts that singular moment, when resistance becomes acceptance, and I watch you just take it. Whatever that it is,
rolledtrousers: Consciousness, as consciousness always does, came as a surprise. Blinking lights, until he realised it wasn’t the lights blinking but his eyes. Morning brain brought a specific kind of stupid to the plate, but it faded soon enough.
rolledtrousers: For you, everything is a privilege. Everything must be earned. There is no such thing as ‘entitlement’, no such thing as ‘expectant desire’. You give, and maybe you’ll receive. That’s what this blindfold is for. You need to
rolledtrousers: Resolution At Dawn She was resolved, that much she knew. It had been too long, and she’d procrastinated far too much, and now she was in a mire that she was going to have to actively work to get herself out of. Anonymous sex and a hollow
illusions2us: rolledtrousers: Cast Away You’re gone. From the first tie, or the first press of my thumb against your windpipe. The first snap of my hand against your rear, or even the first kiss of my lips against yours. The first words that drift
rolledtrousers: It meant something, that grip around her throat. She’d teased him with it. They’d had conversations, where they’d delved into the reasons it worked for them, why they both liked it. He’d reached for it before, those lovely hands
rolledtrousers: It was her lips that did it. They were what pushed him over the edge, made him realise that maybe this wasn’t just the kind of experience you slipped into, that he would have to make an effort. It wasn’t that they were particularly
rolledtrousers: Along with always being able to reach the top shelf, my height has afforded me almost comically large hands. Thick, square palms and a powerful set of fingers splaying out from it. Somehow even my thumbs have a bit of the giant about
feralsophisticate: rolledtrousers: A Dominant is no more individual than a submissive. They are no more self sufficient, no more comfortable in their own skin. Their self confidence is only through necessity, rather than nature. They are not a single
butterflyslut: rolledtrousers: Coffee and Meringue “What is it you want?” She said, and, for a moment, I didn’t have an answer. The one question that I should be able to answer, the one question this all hinged on, and I was stumped. What is
rolledtrousers: Open the Door There are some doors I can’t open for you. I can walk you down the corridors, carry you up the stairs. I can show you every last entrance of every last chamber of yourself, but some of those doors will remain forever locked
makemecryplease: rolledtrousers: My fingers, they are not like yours. Mine never played the violin, so they don’t have that slight hardness to the tips. They went for the bass instead, and the callouses are much larger, great patches of tough skin
eroticstorybook: Good morning… and welcome to Erotic Storybook Saturday. This week, a new gentleman, rolledtrousers, makes his debut at the Library with a reading of one of his own works. The mic is open after him. All are welcome to participate. Just
strippedinwonderland: rolledtrousers: Forced Entry That first moment is precious to me. It’s when I find out exactly how eager you are, how much you’ve anticipated this moment. Whether you’re going to fight or surrender, and whether I’m going
rolledtrousers: You won’t make it to the bed. Your legs will give way, muscles trembling and exhausted, and you’ll fall before you find the sweet release of your sheets. Your mind will be a mess of frayed nerve endings, misfiring synapses and an
butterflyslut: rolledtrousers: That very first time, the trust is palpable. It’s something thick in the atmosphere, hanging there and making time sticky. Every little thing is so new, so unknown for her, and you’re the person to guide her, show
rolledtrousers: These Furtive Nubs Nipples are elusive.They slip and slide and do just about anything to get away from me, away from the harsh touches and cruel pinches. Rolling them between fingertips and they’re coy, quiet, but squeeze and they’ll
rolledtrousers: Even If You’re Never Awake Travel made it easier. A convenient decompression chamber, build into her schedule without the need for time outs or long baths. She could just curl up on her seat and zone out, let Stars of the Lid or Eluvium
rolledtrousers: You’ve spent so much time in the dark, little girl. The shade has made you pale, aenemic, weak. You look away from the light because it’s too bright, and it hurts your eyes. Maybe you shouldn’t be blamed, but instead we should accuse
rolledtrousers: That Moment Once I’ve spilled and you’ve clenched, there’s a moment that hangs in the air. It hovered, wavers, and then shatters, descending upon us and breaking that fugue, the spell that had us clenching and quivering and spilling
fortheloveofasub: rolledtrousers: Her submission was held between his thumb and forefinger. It didn’t matter where they went, that was where she was, held in the lightest of pinches, the hardest of grasps. They could be around her throat, holding
iamwhollyowned: passius: rolledtrousers: passius: Owned
regular-sadism: rolledtrousers: While we obsess over the sex, the whips, the spankings, the plugs and the gags, D/s is a cerebral pursuit. We’re attracted to one another because of the ways that our minds work when it comes to sex, and so it’s exactly
fortheloveofasub: rolledtrousers: The pictures she took, every one, were for him. A series of scandalous scenes, posed to tease, and titillate, each one taken with the idea of getting him hard, in the most deliciously uncomfortably way possible, with
kneeling-for-master: fortheloveofasub: rolledtrousers: There is no power in the strike of a whip if it is all that you feel. If the pain is the only thing you’re familiar with, if the pain is where you live, then you’ll grow used to it, like the
fortheloveofasub: rolledtrousers: We’ve talked about building an attachment to the toys we use, how you’d rather silk than chain, prefer something meaningful, something tied to us, rather than something store-bought, something impersonal and detached.
rolledtrousers: He’d called it ‘Her place’, which, in this swirling world of ownership and property that he was pulling her into, had seemed odd at first. She was his, a truth that was becoming more and more a fact each day, and the idea that she
rolledtrousers: A Little Reverence She’d got quiet, the instant he guided her through the threshold and into the cage. Her mouth, usually so loose and free, with quips and sarcastic comments coming out in a torrent, was suddenly stopped. He wasn’t
rolledtrousers: The Other Kind of Bondage It’s enough that you know it’s there. It doesn’t matter that it’d be the work of a few moments to get free, that you’d be out of position and out of luck, one bolshy little pout away from a red arse
rolledtrousers: Suits You You’ll always be naked first. It’s a fundamental law of physics, the inexorable pull towards exposure where I’m the one clothed, and you’re the one feeling the heat rush to your cheeks and your eyes magnetically drawn
fortheloveofasub: rolledtrousers: Stay A While The things I do to you are not supposed to be fleeting. Each one is meant to stay with you, a little burden to be carried a little ways, before you grow strong enough that you don’t need it. Each one held
rolledtrousers: Stay A While The things I do to you are not supposed to be fleeting. Each one is meant to stay with you, a little burden to be carried a little ways, before you grow strong enough that you don’t need it. Each one held in a different
rolledtrousers: We can spoon, or you can crawl around my feet. I can ram my hips hard against your arse, or push your head down between my legs. I can tie you up, gag you, blindfold you, fuck you every way I know until you’re aching, and not aching,
rolledtrousers: To consider ‘Fetishwear’ to be solely down to leather and latex seems a little… pedestrian, to me. It’s thinking without imagination or creativity. It’s just taking things as they are. Fetish isn’t an objective thing. It’s
rolledtrousers: Love me, hate me. Fear me, trust me. Like me, infuriate me. Fuck me, tease me. Listen to me, ignore me. Obey me, defy me. Cling to me, push me away. Hot, cold, hot, cold, hot. Live in a contradiction. Dwell in a paradox. Be all of
rolledtrousers: There is room for delicacy in Dominance. It’s not all hard hands and sore arses. I can assert myself gently, fingers against lips, fingers in mouth, hand against your wrist. It’s about knowing when to build to a crescendo with the
rolledtrousers: She had a mouth that could make him lose control. He didn’t like to admit it, least of all to her. He kept himself so very considered, his movements deliberate, his thoughts even more so. That should could wrap those beautiful plump
rolledtrousers: Catching Up Exhaustion slips over you like a shroud, the mini death come to claim you in the small hours. A pre-emptive caress, ever so slightly weighing up the various curves and lines, preparing you for the larger sleep, the one you
rolledtrousers: Gentle Swell I find the gentle curve of a neck visually irresistible The way it swoops downwards from the chin, a desperately sharp incline that suddenly mellows out into that beautiful delicacy, the windpipe surrounded by soft lines,
rolledtrousers: The Dark Corners It has started out as a fantasy, but the rope dug into her wrists with an insistent reality. The eerie silence of the abandoned basement only provided an echo chamber for harsh facts that she didn’t want to hear.
rolledtrousers: I will bury you in chains. Only a few will be physical. Every little part of your life will be controlled, directed, restricted. I’ll make a blanket of chains for you, that will never feel like a burden, and only ever like something
rolledtrousers: A Dominant’s arms are a bulwark against the world. Fortifications against a rising tide of those that would do you harm, that would poke you full of holes, judge you, tear you down. A pair of great gates that are closed against the
rolledtrousers: Question Mark It’s indecision, in that lip bite. Distilled down into a singular action, the question hanging over you like you’re about to jump off a cliff. Are you really going to do this? Is this even remotely smart? Is this idea
rolledtrousers: I have such cruelty in me. It would be so easy to break you, and leave you broken. A pathetic little thing, all used up. It really wouldn’t be so hard, the right application of pressure in just the right place, and you would crumple.
