Come and explore the erotic possibilities between the mundane and the miraculous. 8220;I am an angel sent by God to love you, to watch over you and protect you. To pick you up when you fall, to keep you safe from all harm and to answer your every desire. I belong to you completely, having no meaning to my existence other than to please you and be there for you in your times of need. Hello and welcome to Opus Angelicus. Thank you so much for dropping by! But be warned, it is.

It is a desire to serve. A hunger to yield, to bend, to give, to allow herself to be controlled. A need to submit, To comply, to assent, to acquiesce. It is an itch, an ache, a yearning. She is compelled by some deep inner want, some unfathomable need. some almost primal desire to bestow dominion. To render up complete power.

Please wait a few minutes and refresh this page. He rises from the warmth of the bedsheets, wishing you were there.

A site of Erotic tales, some Fantasy and some Real. You come in the door more than a little anxious. This was not at all how you expected to return home today. The day had started out so good. You are called into my office. It is an expansive office with an attached conference room. Since I told you I was traveling you are surprised by this. In and out of Da Club.

Rebecca is a coffee drinking, music loving, working single mother and writing insomniac.

The overuse of this word drives me nuts and I see it in stories all too often. Characters should do things, not begin to do them. Delete the word and go straight to the action.

What do you see? August 3, 2015. When you look at me, what do you see? Do you see the girl I used to be? Do you see the strength you gave to me? Do you see the spirit you inspired to be free? What do you see when you look at me? You say gorgeous but I disagree. I see a stronger more capable me. A woman who inspires others to be free. You, you gave that to me. You are the reflection that I see. Use on me your weapon of choice.