Author: AnaisRim

Mother Mary O’Malley of Saint Fitzgerald’s Sisters of Boundless Mercy Sanatorium for Proper Mental Hygiene [Ff, Fdom, reluc, sm]

Subtitle: Eve Goodheart’s, Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad, Most Extremely Difficult First Day

Copyright under pen name Anais Rim. Critical feedback thankfully appreciated. Approx 7500 words.

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Once, not long ago, poor Eve Goodheart had been a sad little orphan girl. Raised in an institution much too overwhelmed by a mass of needy children to recognize her special qualities, she had been surrounded by mean spirited and depraved ragamuffins. These harsh rascals pushed and shoved and wrestled her violently about for but mere crusts of bread. The girl regularly went to bed hungry.

But Eve had one spectacular advantage. Something everyone there envied, even the adults. For Eve had been a very pretty little girl who grew up to be a remarkably beautiful young woman. And though demure and humble, as the onset of puberty brought transformation, she became well aware of the effect that good appearance had on those around her. Read more »

Breaking You In [MF, Fsub]

You stood at the front door walkway, head down and eyes peering up alluringly. I came in close, we kissed, and you pulled me in tight.

Earlier in the evening we had been out dancing, moving and shuffling and grinding together on that floor in rhythm to loud beats blasting from the DJ’s speakers. But now we danced again, our lips gently touching and parting and tongues flicking in and around, tentatively exploring.

It was our seventh date across four weeks. I took it slow, applied no pressure. On our first date, after a fine evening out, as we strolled to your apartment I reached out and simply took your hand. You glanced down and tossed your hair, then clasped fingers back and smiled. We reached your front door and I didn’t even try to kiss. I simply faced you, held both hands, looked deeply in your eyes, and asked for another date.

Of course you’d said yes.

But now you are persistent. Your lips needy. Your groin pressed against mine as I stroke your back along the satin of your evening gown.

“Come in,” you say in a husky voice. Read more »