Trigger warning: rough sex (consensual but rough) It wasn’t long before the blood rose to the surface. A red slash on my hipfrom the crack of the whipwas the first to appear. Next came the speckled purple and blueon my boob, slapped by you. How would my cheek react? Hands around my throatmaking me chokeas…
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One Night at The Mandrake
It’s early Sunday afternoon, and we step out onto the pavement, dream-like and elevated. Would I say reborn? No, too pretentious. We inhale the fresh air, take in the bright late-summer sunshine and weave through the London throng towards home. We’ve just emerged from 24 hours at the five-star, luxury, boutique hotel, The Mandrake. First…
