The Billionaire's Toy:Extreme Taboo Horror BDSM Erotica (eBook, ePUB)
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Then the thread, a new needle. And sitting on her belly like some jolly tailor, I stitched the lips of her c**** shut with wide basting stitches, the pain less acute here, as the holes were more or less permanent in the way some women will have their ears pierced. When finally her c*** was totally sewn shut, inaccessible, an elemental part of Cosette's sexual predilectionsExcerpt:18 January: At long last, dear diary! It has finally happened! All my long years of waiting, of preparation and scheming have finally been rewarded. All my days of study, my nights of debauch shall now bear fruit. Now...
Then the thread, a new needle. And sitting on her belly like some jolly tailor, I stitched the lips of her c**** shut with wide basting stitches, the pain less acute here, as the holes were more or less permanent in the way some women will have their ears pierced. When finally her c*** was totally sewn shut, inaccessible, an elemental part of Cosette's sexual predilections
Excerpt:
18 January: At long last, dear diary! It has finally happened! All my long years of waiting, of preparation and scheming have finally been rewarded. All my days of study, my nights of debauch shall now bear fruit. Now all those self-mortifications and wallowings--endless seductions, sluts on parade--shall have been worth it.
Today I finally met the mighty Sloan Jagger, Esq. Yes, the fatuous fool actually had the affectation lettered on the door of his Fifth Avenue offices. "JAGGER INDUSTRIES, Sloan Jagger, Esq., President," the caption read. And quite a sumptuous layout it was, the enterprise taking up an entire floor of the DePaige Building. As one of his hot-hipped secretaries--a lip-smacking tart, and no mistake--led me to the Emperor's office, I evaluated the ostentatious show completely; there wasn't the slightest doubt that dear Mr. Jagger rolls in it; the times have been exceedingly good to him.
Excerpt:
18 January: At long last, dear diary! It has finally happened! All my long years of waiting, of preparation and scheming have finally been rewarded. All my days of study, my nights of debauch shall now bear fruit. Now all those self-mortifications and wallowings--endless seductions, sluts on parade--shall have been worth it.
Today I finally met the mighty Sloan Jagger, Esq. Yes, the fatuous fool actually had the affectation lettered on the door of his Fifth Avenue offices. "JAGGER INDUSTRIES, Sloan Jagger, Esq., President," the caption read. And quite a sumptuous layout it was, the enterprise taking up an entire floor of the DePaige Building. As one of his hot-hipped secretaries--a lip-smacking tart, and no mistake--led me to the Emperor's office, I evaluated the ostentatious show completely; there wasn't the slightest doubt that dear Mr. Jagger rolls in it; the times have been exceedingly good to him.
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