Rose-Gothique

Lace. White virgin lace and crimson slut red. Sweet fucking Goddess, it ought to be a crime to dress you in anything else. The blood is still fresh, trailing in perfect streaks down across your trembling stomach. Frightened, pet? Don't be. You want this, you know you do. Such a fuss at first, all riled up and arguing; you'll let me fuck you raw but this? No, never, too much dignity lost, too far out there, nothing you wanted any part of. Liar. Sheer white silk, like cool ice to the touch; I rolled them up your bare legs and clipped the garter in place to keep them there. Your cheeks were flushed red and you wouldn't meet my eyes, but you