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“Whips and chains?”
“Rope mainly.” I had the faint burn marks on my wrists from last night and pointed them out to her.
“Nice.” She hitched up her skirt to show me a huge purple bruise on the inside of her thigh. “Pete likes pain play. A lot. I like praise. A lot. It’s a great combination.”
I loved her openness. It made my own so much easier.
“Julian is a weird blend. On one hand he worships me like I’m like a princess, on the other he likes me to be a filthy little slut for him. He likes writing trash on me in marker pen and fucking my face like I’m a toy.”
She laughed. “That’s a great combination. Maybe he and Peter can exchange notes.”
I opted to share some more.
“He’s started writing again. Filthy stuff. Last night I got in and he’d written a hardcore scene that blew my mind crazy, and I wanted it.”
“You acted it out?”
I nodded. “Yeah. It was one of those, umm… stretch your pussy scenes.”
“Wow! Did he fist you?”
She sounded so natural with it, it was amazing to hear.
“No. He actually used a whisk. He wanted to look inside.”
She raised her eyebrows, stubbed her cigarette out and gave me a high five.
“Holy shit, that’s fucking hot. He should publish that. People would be buying whisks all over the world.”
I laughed. “It was pretty hot.”
“Did it hurt?”
“A bit. This morning.”
“Did he use the whisk after? For food?” She laughed. “Please tell me he did.”
I shot her a side glance, unable to hold back my grin.
“We both did.”
“Nice work. Just please don’t use it straight after fuck play when we come over for dinner. Not sure Pete will want Julian’s cum over the top of his ice cream sundae.”
She cracked me up, both of us laughing like schoolgirls, which was epic, since I hadn’t felt like I could be one in years.
“Don’t worry,” I told her. “I’ll make sure we’re well behaved. I’ll hide the marker pens, too.”
She reached in her bag, pulling out her laptop and balancing it on her lap. She switched it on and clicked straight into a directory, and she hadn’t been lying with NSFW artwork. Her stuff was fierce, and filthy. The girls were bound like whores being taken by beasts of men, and all of them looked incredible. She was a master at illustration.
“Think Julian will want a book cover one day?” she asked.
“I don’t think that would make it onto a book cover, somehow.”
“It might if I put less emphasis on bare tits and gaping pussy.”
“Cock, too.”
“Damnit, losing the cock would be a crime. Maybe I should put a whisk on it instead.” She laughed. “But seriously, I’d love to read some of his filth, honestly. Think he’ll let me?”
