RedHairedandFriendly
Too much red on Red?
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It may get moved later to AmPics, SRPs, or somewhere else, or it may never be moved and just sit here in the playground to be used and abused by me as well as others (I hope by others). But whatever happens, I do hope that when folks see a picture or post one, that they do so and write a little something that goes with it. NOT a BIG something - a Little something.
If you feel a picture needs a story, perhaps you'll pick it up and you will write it or you and someone else will over on the SRP forum, but not here. This is just for if you're bored and want to write a quickie, or if you want to chat about some other person's quickie.
Enjoy.
~ Red
He stared at the woman, her body had been used, he knew this, but he didn’t care. She was unique and for that reason and that reason alone he wanted her. Jack paid the seller, and walked over to the bound captive. Her nipples were erect and proud. The silver hoop she wore caught the light. He flicked it and she glared hotly at him. He only smirked. The dress she had on was no longer a dress, but a flimsy piece of fabric that did little to hide her attributes. The rope kept her arms at her side and her hands bound. It circled her like a knotted snake and he knew he would see her bound many times, but after today the only one to bind her would be him…
If you feel a picture needs a story, perhaps you'll pick it up and you will write it or you and someone else will over on the SRP forum, but not here. This is just for if you're bored and want to write a quickie, or if you want to chat about some other person's quickie.
Enjoy.
~ Red
He stared at the woman, her body had been used, he knew this, but he didn’t care. She was unique and for that reason and that reason alone he wanted her. Jack paid the seller, and walked over to the bound captive. Her nipples were erect and proud. The silver hoop she wore caught the light. He flicked it and she glared hotly at him. He only smirked. The dress she had on was no longer a dress, but a flimsy piece of fabric that did little to hide her attributes. The rope kept her arms at her side and her hands bound. It circled her like a knotted snake and he knew he would see her bound many times, but after today the only one to bind her would be him…