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SNEAK PEEK
“My milkshake brings all the naughty subs to my yard,” I belt my own lyrical rendition at the top of my lungs, swiveling my wide hips to the beat in a black lace thong, and simple spaghetti strap tank top. It’s cleaning day, for now. In about an hour I get to meet up with one of my most favorite people in the entire world. I’m giddy with anticipation.
Shoving a piece of onyx-colored hair out of my face; I pull the freshly laundered roleplay garments from my dryer, and rest the heaping pile on top to hang. To avoid wrinkles, I have to do it right away. The French maid costume is a pain in the ass to keep crisp. With my luck, I’ll have to iron the ruffles this time. The slutty nurse outfit isn’t much better. You don’t realize how tedious caring for fetish wear is until you have to wash it twice a week. Faux leather and latex outfits are done by hand, as is lace. Then they hang to dry in my spacious laundry room. I had this area gutted and expanded five years ago to service all my needs in one central location.
Shoving a piece of onyx-colored hair out of my face; I pull the freshly laundered roleplay garments from my dryer, and rest the heaping pile on top to hang. To avoid wrinkles, I have to do it right away. The French maid costume is a pain in the ass to keep crisp. With my luck, I’ll have to iron the ruffles this time. The slutty nurse outfit isn’t much better. You don’t realize how tedious caring for fetish wear is until you have to wash it twice a week. Faux leather and latex outfits are done by hand, as is lace. Then they hang to dry in my spacious laundry room. I had this area gutted and expanded five years ago to service all my needs in one central location.
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MORE ABOUT MARKING MY MEN
Two days a week I meet my men in the dungeon-separately.
Where we play and indulge in our deepest desires.
Where we fall in love not only with pleasure, but each other.
For years, it's been enough for us.
Until, it's not.
Somebody wants more.
With the demons one of us harbors and the pain another craves...can love truly conquer all?
Two days a week I meet my men in the dungeon-separately.
Where we play and indulge in our deepest desires.
Where we fall in love not only with pleasure, but each other.
For years, it's been enough for us.
Until, it's not.
Somebody wants more.
With the demons one of us harbors and the pain another craves...can love truly conquer all?
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Author Bink Cummings was born and raised part of a biker/classic car addicted family. Upon coercion from her sacred sisters, she began her newest journey in life--writing. When she's not shacked up in her home writing sexy fiction at all hours of the night, Bink enjoys ogling motorcycles and the men who ride them, taking care of her family, reading spicy romance novels, feeding her sock and Funko addiction, and cooking huge meals--especially her infamous chocolate chip cookies.
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