The Kiss

I’m not sure why I haven’t divulged to my Master that I had been slipping off at night once he, lola, and glory were asleep. He hadn’t seemed to notice the bruises on me after a night of being used by Master Valentin, so I did bother to explain them.

At first, it was about earning coins for Agrippa, but it has became more than that. I have become obsessed with the way Valentin makes use of my body for his pleasure. He is one of the darkest men I have ever known, and he titillates me to no end. I thought I had this dark Master, who I refer to as my ‘dark obsession,’ all figured out, until last night. He kissed me. It was a long, hedonistic kiss that stroked the embers in my belly to a full blaze. I never know which way the man is going to make me swing, and I mean that metaphorically.

Of the things I am weak for, being kissed like he kissed me is one of them. Who knew that one could stroke me, a tavern slut, with a brush of their lips and make my world crumble beneath me?