Lady Domitille
Bio
A queer erotica writer
Stories (12/0)
Sapphic Lust
There weren’t a lot of things that could shake Moira in her red pump heels. Her work as a journalist had toughened her skin. Every day she faced criticism, skepticism, and influential people who were intimidated by her aggressive and unapologetic style of working. It was a powerful skill to be able to manipulate her words just carefully enough to get information from the ordinarily zipped-up mouths of prominent figures in the community- businessmen, politicians, you name it. She could weasel around topics, sleuth through the spins and flips, to viper strike at the exact moment of vulnerability. Her reputation as an unmerciful interrogator proceeded her to the point where police departments all over the city had attempted to hire her.
By Lady Domitille4 years ago in Filthy
Her Neighbor Part 2
It was around three o’clock in the afternoon, with the sun shining through the window to her office space, that Maura heard the soft buzz of her cell phone on her desk. When she looked over, a devilish smile appeared on her face as she reached and caught the name that was flashing across the screen.
By Lady Domitille4 years ago in Filthy
Work Hard, Play Hard
It made six months and five days that Emily had been working for her strict, critical, exhausting boss. It had all started with a temporary week-long gig that had somehow landed her working underneath the woman behind the appearances of some of the most powerful of the city. The young woman took the challenging job as a way to continue living in New York City. What was supposed to be an easy paycheck ended up almost running her out of the city. She barely lasted three days with how demanding it was. Each day of her first week, she ended up in tears at her cramped apartment she shared with a variety of roommates. When her final day came to an end, she was so shocked that her boss offered her a full-time position, that she said yes before she had time to realize the words coming out of her mouth.
By Lady Domitille4 years ago in Filthy
Yes, Mistress
Maura thought that the first time she had sex in her office would be suaver. It would happen during a late night at the office, maybe the team had been working overtime for a week, and after everyone cleared out. There would be a bottle of wine, perhaps a pour of whiskey, to relax her body. It would be with someone older, more experienced, more mature… someone of a mentor to her or a peer. She imagined dark hair, dark red lipstick, put together, someone sensual.
By Lady Domitille5 years ago in Filthy
Mine
“I can’t…” Daisy barely whispered, the hesitation clear in her voice, “I have a date tomorrow night.” It shouldn’t be that hard to say. Many college students have dates on Friday nights. They don’t typically have coffee meetings, study sessions, or spend the evening at home by themselves eagerly dreaming about their professor. Well, not her professor anymore. Professor Thompson, aka Maura, taught her World History class last year.
By Lady Domitille5 years ago in Filthy
Her Neighbor
Knock knock. The sound echoing from her door at eleven at night was unexpected, to say the least. The sharpness of each ‘thunk’ pricked at the edge of Maura’s brain, eating away at the little patience she had left in the day. The abrasive noise shot down her spine, straightening her up back into business mode despite fleeing from the office an hour before. Her fingers curled around her glass of whiskey, tapping the edges, internally debating whether she could ignore the visitor. A nuance from the office, no doubt. Someone needing to ask her a million mundane questions. Someone she didn’t have the patience for. Someone who, if they asked a single wrong question, would invite the pent-up hellish anger firestorm brewing within her veins.
By Lady Domitille5 years ago in Filthy
What Happens at 3:07 AM
Scarlet felt fingertips dancing on her ankles. She could feel the edges of sleep slipping away as hands massaged her calves. She moaned as her eyes began to flutter open. The lights were still off. Turning her head to the side, she read the blaring red numbers off the alarm clock.
By Lady Domitille5 years ago in Filthy
Locked in the Library
Nicole started going to the library during her lunch breaks for a couple different reasons. One, it got her out of the grimy dive-bar cafe she worked at for a half hour. Two, she got to pick up new books to read. And finally, she couldn’t stop thinking about the cute girl that worked there.
By Lady Domitille5 years ago in Filthy
In a Car
They were cruising down the highway at 50 miles per hour after their date night. Veronica and Daisy spent the evening dancing at an outdoor musical festival. Three months ago, Veronica surprised Daisy with tickets. When Daisy realized one of her favorite bands were playing, she all but jumped and squealed, picking Veronica up off her feet and kissing her soundly on the lips. The evening filled with dancing and kissing while bands played until the stars were shining.
By Lady Domitille5 years ago in Filthy