Violet Grey
3 Score
Things get hot and heavy between artist Ryan and model Sienna in Ryan’s studio. Sienna would soon find out that Ryan was a submissive, and she was ready to take control.
Captivated? No. Besotted? No. Entranced. That’s how Ryan would describe Sienna, the posing model in his cramped art studio. The only sound was the scratch of graphite and charcoal along the canvas, smudging and blending over the curve of her rounded, full hips and ample breasts, to fully capture their softness. Life drawing had always been Ryan’s passion, but Sienna had made it a privilege. She stood poised against the green curtain Ryan had dug out from the store cupboards to use as a backdrop. Arms up, elbows bent, hands flat as if waiting for something to be placed in...
3 Score
The forbidden love of a princess and a servant force them to escape the palace, only to be trapped in a storm with little to warm them up except the touch of their warm bodies.
Taesung’s footprints pad along the palace floor. We have to be careful. If the guards find him with me, they’ll drag him out into the grounds and flog him, or worse. Despite the guards near my chambers, they relax after midnight, thinking their beloved Princess Mi-sun is fast asleep, so they take their guarding and swords to my doors to the grounds, far from where I rest my head. Fastening the last of my servants’ garments smuggled in by Taesung, I glance down at my hanbok of pink and white silk neatly placed in its box. Finely embroidered blossoms line...
3 Score
The world is falling down around them, but the lust they feel burns hot and must be quenched.
Commander Hicks watches me by the fire every night. We’ll sit together watching the log fire bolster whilst I write in my diary, or fixing a tear in one of the soldier’s trousers. That’s my job since being evacuated to Safe Zone A. My costume department skills working in the theater meant I could prove somewhat useful. Make things. Fix things. Make and fix and fix again. Keep my mind occupied from life, or what’s left of it, outside the compound. We’ll talk about anything and everything: Where home was, fond memories, hoping, and doubting that one day we’ll ever...