Based on "Mirror" by Sylvia PlathI am clear and precise. I harbor no illusions.What I see before me, I become immediately.I am untainted by desire or hate.I am not hurtful, I. I don’t know why he was so interested in me, and I didn’t want to question it. Nervous, I texted back that I would love to meet him sometime. He texted back for me to come over now!He had an apartment near his college campus. With my heart pounding, I drove there and knocked on his door. All I could think about was that picture. That tight little ass in the air.Lust, desire and nature began to take over. He was flirty and a tease. I think he knew I was a little nervous and he liked it. I think. A welcoming smile lit up her angular, fox like face, making her half moon shaped eyes crinkle up.“Welcome back. I was just about to go look for you after the rolls were done.”A long spear wrapped in a worn leather sheath and a pack were ready and waiting at the end of the table. The spear had seen much use, the shaft enforced with metal sleeves and rings, decorated in distinct silver and black braided leather in the shape of eyes.But then her sharp nose twitched, and she sniffed, her body. I needed to think how I wanted to punish her and Jaden. Falaka. Yes I was so turned on by that. I rushed to the cupboard and took out the whippy cane, went back to the living room and turned two chairs around. “Both of you kneel on the chairs.” Mum and Jaden both saw the cane and knew what I was going to do. Mum had often done the same to me and now she was going to get it. Seconds later both were kneeling on the chair, naked, Mum’s larger bottom staring at me next to Jaden’s beautifully shaped.Read More
