EXTRACT FOR
Serengeti
(Kelly Addams)

Exhausted, but satisfied they slept late. Jade woke first to the chattering of a pair of yellow and black weaver birds as they squabbled over the construction of their hanging grass nest. Slowly she opened her eyes and turned her head. Beside her lay an exotic beauty, not Spanish she had been told, half Colombian, a Latina, but completely hot she chuckled silently as she allowed her gaze to wander. She had nice firm breasts, pert was the correct term, not too small yet not DD hangers, they were the perfect handful topped with dark and prominent nipples. Her eyes drifted lower to a flat and sensual stomach, hard and toned without any trace of fat, the type of stomach that signalled more than a casual interest in the gym. She was shaved smooth which Jade loved, but her dark hair left a smudge of colour to the skin between her legs and in her armpits, like dark shadows it added to the allure. Her previous experience had been with the traditional English rose, fair hair, fair complexions, creamy... But the girl currently in her bed was tanned and so clearly Latin in heritage, she was fiery one moment, submissive the next, in control of herself only to suddenly switch and throw herself on the mercy... of a cruel bitch! Jade grinned again, it was a name that she never dreamed would have been associated with herself, but now she welcomed the description. She had always been bisexual, right from her college days that had been clear, but she had always been in relationships of equality and balance, she had never dominated a partner, neither had she ever been dominated herself. 

But it came to me so naturally she reminded herself as she remembered how she had begun to flood as she rammed the bottle deep and made the pretty girl cry. I loved hurting her... maybe because she loved it so much herself. What she had done was to practice sadism upon a masochist... had Dulce not been willing and begging, her actions would have been nothing more than torture... and that thought was not arousing. 

Consensual Torture, now that sounds good to me, to inflict pain on a willing subject for my own sexual gratification. Far beyond the fake and staged BDSM images she had seen online, she had realised that she leaned toward the darker side of fetish... and I couldn't have dreamed of finding a more suitable partner than Dulce!

"So let's see how you like this my sweet baby?" she whispered before leaning forward to take a solid nipple between her teeth, and increased the pressure of her bite until the sleeping girl awoke gasping and crying.

"Good morning lover!" she mumbled through her clenched teeth, "Want me to stop?"

"Oh my God No." said Dulce, who suddenly began to groan as the pearly white incisors tried to meet through her flesh.