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MISTRESS STEELE - WHAT'S YOUR FANTASY ?

MISTRESS STEELE - WHAT'S YOUR FANTASY ?

Are you a visual person and would prefer an erotic photo blog? The Elevator has created a spicy erotic tumblr blog called Mistress Steele. The blog has over 10 000 erotic images  for your viewing pleasure with 2000 followers and growing ! Mistress Steele will tantalise your senses and tease your wildest fantasies. To check out our Mistress Steele blog, please go to the following link http://mistresssteele.tumblr.com/  Nothing is off limits in the Mistress Steele blog, therefore discretion when viewing is a must!                    

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Short Story: Mistress

Short Story: Mistress

  She regarded him coolly, taking a long draw of her cigarette. Her bright red lipstick stood in stark relief to the midnight black of her body hugging latex. She exhaled slowly, her cigarette smoke mingling with the dim light of the candles.  “You.” She paused to lift his chin, so as to meet her gaze.  This wasn’t right… She had never allowed him to look her in the eyes before. “Have misbehaved and not obeyed me” she finished. He swallowed, glared downwards and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry” he...

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Short Story: The Playroom

Short Story: The Playroom

The city skyline stretched out before them, lights flickering like artificial stars, most attached to anonymous personalities going about their lives. Her long black evening dress hugged every inch of her tall immaculate body. She had her back to him, standing in front of his desk, serenely taking in the vast city scape, her beauty enhanced by the shadows thrown from the meagre light of the moon. The cool night and the expectation of what was to come had her shivering with anticipation. This wasn’t her. She didn’t do things...

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The Elevator - Chapter 1

The Elevator - Chapter 1

He replayed every moment of the evening in his mind.    Every word spoken, every glance those impossibly blue eyes and smoky lashes had thrown his way. Every fleeting touch or accidental brush between them...   He frowned thinking that even those had been altogether too few.  The quick embrace upon greeting, or the uncomfortably-comfortable closeness as they jostled against one another, as they waited at the busy bar. An experience that he, to be honest, had made the most of… Her hand slowly brushing against his leg, lingering… Catching coy lingering glances through her smoking lashes had...

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