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The Silken Trap by Stewart Stafford
Beware chimera beauty's charm!
Faux-demure, eyes downcast.
A raging rutting season over her;
Spideress-gossamer entrapped.
She casts bait with arid hooks,
Covertly spinning sentient silk,
Soon swept up/wed/heirs sired—
Promulgating the snare's traffic.
A flash fire of rival suitors ignites,
Fans herself to mask her smirk,
The webbed game her hand to play—
Vault’s hasp clicks shut on her pulse.
© 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.
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Wordlessly, he continues spanking, finding a rhythm.
I gasp, breathing in muffled sobs as prickling sensation turns to searing pain.
“I won’t, sir,” I whimper, defeated.
I give a ragged cry as he smacks me one last time.
“You’re sure?” he asks, steadying his hand on my stinging skin. “Because I can do this all night.”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, voice shaking.
At that, his touch softens. He presses his hand against my warm skin, rubbing slow, grounding circles along the curve of my hip.
He leans
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