Scarlet
By Amanda Firefox
“Hey there, stud.” She whispers, and my face splits into chrome and polished steel as I react exactly as the coding says I should. The color of her lips is blinding, catching light like neon and nesting in my leather heart like the sting of a sick wasp.
She licks my jacket, stares at me with deep, hunting eyes. Her tongue is flat and wet, dripping, seductive as it spreads out across leather, sliding up and across, tasting me, playing with hide, teasing steel. I gently cup her chin in my rough hand, trace the sleek jawbone back to the soft, supple skin of her neck.
“Who’s your cherry pie?” She whispers, but I don’t answer, just flash my steel grin at her again.
We both know who is in control. I could snap her neck in an instant, but the conditioning graft in my brain prevents me from ever really hurting her. I am the doll, and she is the master. I’m only ever as rough with her as she wants me to be.
“Get on your knees and beg.” She growls, and I cannot help but comply, mouthing silent, unfelt passions that only she wants to hear. With a deep, hungry moan, she puts me in my place with the heel of her red stiletto.
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Amanda Firefox is a fiery little blue-eyed brunette who spends as much time at the beach as she can manage. She doesn't write much, but when she writes, it's almost always about her favorite subject: boys. 5X6TQER6DF75
By Amanda Firefox
“Hey there, stud.” She whispers, and my face splits into chrome and polished steel as I react exactly as the coding says I should. The color of her lips is blinding, catching light like neon and nesting in my leather heart like the sting of a sick wasp.
She licks my jacket, stares at me with deep, hunting eyes. Her tongue is flat and wet, dripping, seductive as it spreads out across leather, sliding up and across, tasting me, playing with hide, teasing steel. I gently cup her chin in my rough hand, trace the sleek jawbone back to the soft, supple skin of her neck.
“Who’s your cherry pie?” She whispers, but I don’t answer, just flash my steel grin at her again.
We both know who is in control. I could snap her neck in an instant, but the conditioning graft in my brain prevents me from ever really hurting her. I am the doll, and she is the master. I’m only ever as rough with her as she wants me to be.
“Get on your knees and beg.” She growls, and I cannot help but comply, mouthing silent, unfelt passions that only she wants to hear. With a deep, hungry moan, she puts me in my place with the heel of her red stiletto.
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Amanda Firefox is a fiery little blue-eyed brunette who spends as much time at the beach as she can manage. She doesn't write much, but when she writes, it's almost always about her favorite subject: boys. 5X6TQER6DF75
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