Author: 2minpinsandamicro

A Makeover for Sylvie’s Party – Part III

[Setting up for Sylvie’s Party – The Chair – Part II](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8l8w4v/setting_up_for_sylvies_party_the_chair_part_ii)

Lina descended the stairs and headed to the kitchen, following the low hum of voices. The kitchen’s sliding door opened onto the patio. That door was one of 2 ways to the backyard, certainly not the closest egress, but passing through the kitchen would give Lina a chance to check in and see what was happening. She hoped it didn’t count as disobeying, since Brad had vaguely instructed her to be on the patio in 40 minutes. He didn’t say “Pass through the kitchen on your way, pet.”

Lina paused in the doorway and immediately noticed that Layla was pressed up against the counter cutting crudités while Brad whispered something in her ear. Layla always threw the best parties and had such a talent setting up a good evening of fun, food and drinks. She had had everyone over a month ago and even without Brad’s instruction, the event was one to remember. Lina really admired her and liked her, but still a slight tingle of jealously went up Lina’s spine as she saw Brad instructing Layla. Really, he was giving her directions she clearly didn’t need! Read more »

Setting up for Sylvie’s Party – The Chair – Part II

[Shopping for Sylvie’s Party – Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8l37iy/shopping_for_sylvies_party_part_i/)

After fighting her way through traffic Lina pulled into the driveway ready to set up for the party. It was only a few hours away until the festivities would begin and Sylvie would finally get her licking, and Steve would break his drought. She was excited to meet all of Brad’s friends, so many people coming from near and far. She had heard about so many of them, and had met a few of the locals already. She felt she knew them intimately, and what made them tick. Even knowing so many details, she didn’t know what to expect tonight and that itself was exciting.

Lina had been a good girl on the way home. Her body was mostly under her own control again, but the emptiness was lingering in the background when she sat too quietly. She thought again about how long he had denied her. The first traffic light almost did her in. It was the quiet, and the stillness amplified her throbbing, and looking at those lights, the waiting…the waiting….for red to turn green made her longing almost unbearable. Read more »

Shopping for Sylvie’s Party – Part I

Lina didn’t know how long she had been staring at that shelf. A minute? Maybe two? The feeling to be bad was buzzing inside her, and she had been fighting it. If you asked her, she couldn’t tell you what caused her to misbehave every so often. It seemed to be a weekly occurrence. Maybe it was the growing pains of figuring out how to be good, as this was all pretty new for her. Or maybe, she thought “it’s because he has denied me for days, and I really want his cock.”

She had been so good all week and tonight was Sylvie’s party, a bunch of guests were coming in from out of town and everything had to be set up. Maybe he would let her come tonight, but as she stared at the olives she wasn’t so sure. Her mind had been fixated on him for days, and trying to get what she wanted. Cooking his favorite meals, rubbing the tension from his body, bringing him tea, anticipating his needs, sucking his cock, and sucking it some more, and yet more. Read more »

Prequel: The Boss’s Birthday [cuck] [f] [bdsm] trigger warning – eating disorders

His wife was not a martyr, although some might consider her long-suffering. He loved her in his own way, and sometimes even wanted to make love to her. There was something in him that drove him towards broken birds, and though many would expect her to be broken, his wife was not. She was also not 22, and not so thin a that strong wind would knock her down. And the town they lived in, well the wind always blew fucking hard.

How many broken girls came in and out of his life on a daily basis? More than the candies in the dish on his desk, but less than drops of blue ink in his inkwell. Soon he lived for his broken birds alone, and she thought about leaving him. So many birds in life and online, but he had three special feathered ones in his menagerie. Read more »