Tagged: Writhing In Bondage

The bags hit the bed and bounced, and for a second neither of them said anything. They just looked. Two big duffels, stuffed so full the zippers strained. Alba Zevon had counted it in her head on the drive back, the way you count anything you have wanted for a...

Raven Lynette had packed for the sleepover the way anyone does. Something comfortable, her pinkest, fleeciest socks, and an appetite for whatever junk food and bad movie Rachel Adams had lined up for the night. Rachel had lined up a case. It was heavy enough that she used both hands...