Black Hole

Hungry and obedient at the feet of the woman I adore, I inhale her scent and drown in her voice as she grants my deepest craving: to taste the salt heat that beckons me to her center. She places only one condition: I must not open my eyes. A mystical femdom erotic flash story of about 1000 words.

MISTRESS MONSOON, authoress extraordinaire, emerged fully formed from the primordial ooze that lingers just beyond the borders of all we know and hold dear. Partial to tales of feminine deviance, delectable monstrosity, and bewitching surrender, she invites you to indulge your wilder senses, through the worlds she weaves. Come on in, the water is warm... and something wicked lurks below.