Kia T Cooper-Erbst
Bio
Writer, poet, author. submissive. Mom of three wonderful human beings. These are the first things that come to mind when I think of myself besides being the obvious.... which is daughter, wife,etc.
Stories (107)
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Late Nite Sessions
On a cold night, she was home safe and warm from the vagaries of the winter's chill. Her 5’6 naked curvy body ,with skin the colour of cafe au lait, was freshly washed and shaved as she lay reclining on a soft cushion listening to the roar of the fire and the smooth jazz playing in the background. A glass of white wine within reach as she contemplated her next move in the daily game of seduction and pleasure.
By Kia T Cooper-Erbst4 years ago in Filthy
The Disobedient Toy
I lay over a rough-hewn table with my arms and legs restrained to each end spread wide. My body trembling and sweat soaked as I awaited my punishment. The coldness of the room amplified my whimpers of knowing what was to come. A metal tray on wheels was rolled in and placed within eye sight distance the tools on top leaving fear in its wake as the heavy steps echoed out of the room. I knew that the quietness would not continue and that soon the meter of His steps echoing with disappointment would be heard walking back over to me and that I wouldn’t hear “babygirl” or even “my beloved toy” .
By Kia T Cooper-Erbst4 years ago in Filthy
Daddy's toy
Before I tell you my story, let me introduce myself to all you wonderful people. To vanilla people my name is trinity, because my first middle and last all begin with T . Now for those of us in kink world, I am toy and have been so for a decade. People when they first meet me go "awww she is so cute and quiet ", but honey let me tell you the worst is being compared to a kitten( which is another of my blasted nicknames).
By Kia T Cooper-Erbst4 years ago in Filthy
Death by Water
The dreams started at a young age and always featured water of some sort, whether standing beneath a shower or swimming in a lake, it didn't matter for death always came in some form. It was the week before Halloween and everyone in town had covered up their houses in some sort of creepy attire all except one. The old house, which was named The Falls, sat at the end of town. It was considered to be abandoned or even haunted by the children. Behind the house sat a massive pool that was surrounded by an ornate fence. The top of the pool was murky colored with a layer of slime that was visible even through the slates of the fence.
By Kia T Cooper-Erbst4 years ago in Horror
My Passion
What are you most passionate about? Why do people follow you, read your stories, or want to hear what you have to say? What do I have to offer others? What makes me a great member or person? These are the questions that drive me on a daily basis as a writer.
By Kia T Cooper-Erbst5 years ago in Motivation
