Six More sentences

From Jimmy's story. We're getting down to the nitty gritty, now. Jimmy's about to make the much needed break from all his vices and accept he's a lot more submissive than he's managed to let himself believe. Without the crutches of indulgent or abusive Doms or the pain killing drugs, he's got only Cliff and his own will to rely on. The jury is still out if he can let go for real, though.

Maybe Gabe called on you, but I don't believe for one second he had any real control over you, Jimmy, and that isn't going to happen here. You get what I deem you need."


"How do you know what I need?"


Cliff leaned in again, kissed Jimmy with authority, using tongue and hands to control him.


Jimmy lost himself in the kiss, sliding under the tender force of Cliff's domination before he even gathered enough thought or will to hold back any resistance. He lost track of the direction the conversation had been headed, lost track of his argument, lost himself in the fire of Cliff's touch.

And a bit of eye candy to finish off the picture. (Except these guys aren't my guys. I just thought the pic was pretty darn yummy...)

There are a whole slew of other authors offering bits of their stories this week, so swing by the Six Sentence Sunday Blog and check them out. You won't be sorry you did.