Plot seedlings and muse inspirations. (NSFW ... sometimes.)

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This is something I've done in the sister site Elliquiy.

Just the result of addiction to many visuals and the stories they can tell. Everything here is meant to be enjoyed, and hopefully inspire a passing gaze. Sharing, comments and discussions are always welcome.

For the record, none of the images posted here are my property. I'm only sharing them from their source as they're usually on publically accessed websites.

 

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Sensual Surrender

A woman of power and wealth ... a creature of grace and elegance ...

Now strapped to a chair in a shameless pose, one befitting a harlot. But, he was the only one who could see her. He, who had her sit on that chair. He who bound her hands and legs. The very man who put the mirror before her, to let her see what his eyes marveled at.

Her tight expression, her gaze that took in the sight ... that visage did not hold a hint of contempt. She was never forced into this. She agreed to it. Just as she agreed to undress before him, for him alone. It was her whisper of affirmation that had him hold her hands and move them behind the chair.

How did it come to happen? He was an average man. A man lost within the spiral of social ranks. And yet he treated her like a woman. No less than a woman of immense wealth, no more than a woman meandering through life. Respect & admiration, Lust & hunger. He promised to show her a side of hers she wanted to neglect.

How did they happen to meet. How did they end up where they are?​

 

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Legacy Of A Tyrant

Second only to her father in a ruthless world, the day he passed away was the day she began a journey to claim what the Tyrant left behind. Her father ruled with an iron fist, but that wouldn't do now. She set out to make an example of a few who tried to trivialize her presence. Soon she became what her father once was. A heartless woman, capable of the unspeakable without a moment's consideration. This was her life, she was already set in her father's ways. In her world, no one was innocent. The mere doors that opened to this world of crime were already tainted ...

... Yet one man among her crew did not abide by the rules. He was a clever little schemer. Refusing all the blood money he could get out of a few jobs. Naturally she would have him shot in his bed, or on the lawn of his house. But the little twist he made was too intricate ... Something a street grunt wouldn't hatch so easily. So instead she had her pin-boys scout the guy. Turns out he was a good boy, caring for his father. A father who struggles on a bed in a hospital she was well acquainted with.​

She was going to use his father as a tool of manipulation ...

It was the sort of thing she would do ...

It was the thing a Tyrant would do ...

It was then she realized how well the cut of her father's cloak fitted her ...

She had to wonder if there was ever a point of no return ... For the first time she felt a sense of trepidation wash over her ...​