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Other Colors -- Ch. 18
Date: 9/12/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: mascodagama, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
reluctant to pull anything from his little wasteland of psychiatry, and stone. Then, at the far end, I spied a gold-lettered spine that might have been left there by mistake. Bonsoir... I reached out, balancing carefully at the edge of the ladder, and fanned through the pages. What on earth are you doing here, my dear? It was a slender Emily Dickinson, bound in oiled, black leather. The aroma alone was enticing enough, but in the margins of each page, I found something I absolutely couldn't resist. With an ice blue pen, he'd jotted out notes in his fastidious and unmistakable cursive. At random, I stopped to skim a verse entitled ‘The Master’, under which he'd scrawled the words: ‘Anticipation / Algolagnia. She craves pain upon arousal.’ Oh, come on! I gasped, and snapped it shut. D’un ridicule acheve. C'est du pipeau! I shook my head. Get your mind out of the gutter, Monsieur. It seemed insane to me, saying such things about poor, timid Emily Dickinson. Belle of Amherst, locked away in her beastly cottage . Every hazy memory I had of her from high school was slathered over in a chaste and puritanical whitewash. But still... I glanced at the book again, still grasping it tightly. Very slowly, I made my way down the ladder, and tucked it bashfully beneath my arm. I was reminded of when my oldest brother left for college; how I'd slipped into his room once he was gone, hoping to steal his old box of drawing charcoal, and pastels. Instead, I found his box of old ...