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Maybe when hubby gets to that story, he'll be happier. It sounds interesting.
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Sacchi
It's about time I gave a taste of a different flavor from Daughters of Darkness. If even this seems a bit dated, bear in mind that Pat Califia gave us the foundation for much of what we take for granted in BDSM these days.
The beginning of ... more
The beginning of ... more
It's about time I gave a taste of a different flavor from Daughters of Darkness. If even this seems a bit dated, bear in mind that Pat Califia gave us the foundation for much of what we take for granted in BDSM these days.
The beginning of Pat's story "The Vampire."
“Purgatory was fairly cowded that night. About sixty men and a score of women had assembled in the tiny club by one o’clock in the morning. Most of he women (other than one who was naked and being led around on a leash) were clad in the high fashion of the bizarre—leather skirts, spike heels, PVC corsets thigh-high boots, studded wristbands or belts, black latex evening gowns.”
Into this scene comes Kerry, looking to the uninitiated like a skinny boy. “The tight pants were tucked into knee-high boots, the sleeves on the leather shirt were rolled up in concession to the summer night, and te peaked cap was ornamented with a silver skull and crossbones on the front. The leather was te color of dried blood…A cat-o-nine-tails and two flails were threaded through the large key ring on his left hip. There was a dagger stuck in his belt behind his right hip and another, smaller, tucked in his right boot.”
From there it twists and turns, leaves bloody scars and vibrates with intensity. less
The beginning of Pat's story "The Vampire."
“Purgatory was fairly cowded that night. About sixty men and a score of women had assembled in the tiny club by one o’clock in the morning. Most of he women (other than one who was naked and being led around on a leash) were clad in the high fashion of the bizarre—leather skirts, spike heels, PVC corsets thigh-high boots, studded wristbands or belts, black latex evening gowns.”
Into this scene comes Kerry, looking to the uninitiated like a skinny boy. “The tight pants were tucked into knee-high boots, the sleeves on the leather shirt were rolled up in concession to the summer night, and te peaked cap was ornamented with a silver skull and crossbones on the front. The leather was te color of dried blood…A cat-o-nine-tails and two flails were threaded through the large key ring on his left hip. There was a dagger stuck in his belt behind his right hip and another, smaller, tucked in his right boot.”
From there it twists and turns, leaves bloody scars and vibrates with intensity. less
