The Skarlette One
18+ only. NSFW Writer of Erotic Flash Fiction. Superhero erotica. Tumblr refugee. My longer fiction is available on Smashwords and Amazon, under "Skarlette One" Age: mid-40s My erotic e-books are available on Smashwords and Amazon. More info on my eBooks is available here.
Captive Carnality
Crimson Carnality, the wickedest of witches, fought her way around Doctor Q’s traps and wards to find the shards of the Chamber of Submission. Such a powerful artifact would give Carnality the power she needed to defeat Doctor Q once and for all.
As she reached in to gather the shards of pan-dimensional glass, Crimson Carnality caught a glimpse of her own reflection. Beautiful. Sensuous. Proud.
So fucking sexy.
Desire washed over her soul like a wave. She leaned forward and licked the mirror, bared her breasts and pushed them against the hot, smooth glass. Nothing could be hotter than humping her own reflection. Nothing could be hotter that submitting to herself, her mirror-self. The self that was hotter, sexier, more irresistable.
That was how Doctor Q found her the next morning, begging her own reflection to fuck her senseless. Crimson Carnality looked so hot, Doctor Q could do nothing but oblige.
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