“You’re breathing faster, sure. You’re sweating. But- I don’t think that’s about fear. Not with you. Not entirely, at least. In fact, I think,” the woman leaned over to whisper in her ear, “the fear just makes it better.”

This is another Octavia story, and a little power fantasy of mine that I hope you’ll enjoy. Perhaps someday I’ll write another chapter for this story, but luckily I don’t know many men like Mike, so I have very little inspiration…

I play with my girlfriend’s head a bit

Short pieces of hot fiction under 200 words done for writing challenges on MCL.