Hello, my lovely subscribers!
I am not the kind of person who overpromises and underdelivers.
No.
I’m just the kind of girl who breaks promises to herself and then OVER delivers to compensate for my failures.
I promised my paying subscribers a 3K word erotic story on the first of the month.
I failed.
Instead, you’re getting a 5K word story on the second.
I asked and you answered - you wanted a woman squirting, so that’s what you’re going to get. And you’re going to get a lot of it.
So, my patrons, pull up a chair and put on your raincoat.
It’s time to get wet.
Making Sara Squirt
Sara was strapped to a rack in the dark room. Her wrists and ankles had just been secured to the rough wood of the large X dominating the space with equally rough leather constraints and shiny silver buckles. The glint of the buckles, illuminated only by a crack of light sneaking under the closed door was all she could see.
Sara was scared.
She was completely naked, and the room was cold. She felt goosebumps prickle on her arms and her nipples hardened and began to throb. The only sound she could hear was her own breath coming fast and shallow through her nose, because the man who’d strapped her to the rack had also secured a ball gag to her face.
With her legs spread wide apart, she felt the cold air on her bare, bald pussy, and despite her fear, her clit began to tingle in anticipation of what might be done to it and to the rest of her body in its vulnerable state.
She hadn’t exactly signed up for this.
In fact, she was there because she’d lost a bet with her best friend, a woman named Krista she’d known since childhood and who she’d watched dance recklessly down a dangerous path into sex work because, in Krista’s words “I’d rather get paid to fuck someone than get paid to be fucked by someone.”