Scrupulous (An Affliction of Falling Novel Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

rants and all. But, it is important to understand that there are different levels that couples practice on. It has to fit the relationship being formed as well as the individuals involved. Some engage in total power exchange or TPE as we call it or they scale the level of the power exchange based on what fits the needs of all involved. Once you find someone who you vibe well with, and you decided to play regularly together, you can also decide together if you want a 24/7 lifestyle or just during play time.”
    “Wait, like live together and play Dom-sub 24/7?” The simple thought of a relationship makes me panic and shiver, let alone an intense one like that!
    Samuel senses my unease and can’t help but laugh again. “Yes, baby girl, some do grow up and put away childish things to engage in committed relationships.”
    “No offense to the lover boys, but no-fucking-thank-you.” My chest gets red and splotchy just from talking about it.
    “None taken, Sor. Someday, though, someone will be brave enough to try and manhandle your commitment-phobe attitude and make you change your mind,” Ben laughs.
    “Yeah, that will be the day!” I hold up my glass in a ‘cheers’ fashion and wink at Samuel. His master plan of getting me into that club to hopefully find my way is going to lead him to a big letdown.
     

Chapter 3
     
     
    Sorcha
     
     
    After hanging the last of my films to dry and heading back to my little studio flat, I smile at what might be waiting for me tomorrow as I traipse down the busy, crowded city streets. I had traversed around Chinatown for these new beauties, catching everyday life through my lens as folks went about their business. My style is realism with a preferred focus to shoot abstract images of people interacting with their environments, unsuspecting and candid. It is like spying into a fragmented window of their lives, capturing and eternally suspending it to tell a story. Storytelling in this medium is a therapeutic life’s calling in a sense, from the capture of each moment down to selecting, sizing, processing, and mounting each piece. My mind escapes the social confines that typically bog down members of society when I am in the zone, transcending me to a space in time that is purely euphoric. I’ve been told that my passion and inner awakening that takes place while I engage in my photography shows in my work; something that makes me smile and say thank you though I don’t see it. It is simply what I do because of the drive and selfish desire to do it. To express that in which needs to be expressed, void of a need to prove anything to anyone. Photography and art in general can tell an entire story in one single snapshot or frame. Whether that piece is translated into joy, humor, pain, a life lesson, a foretelling… is really up to the beholder. Art is subjective, one of the many reasons why it easily became a passion.
     
    Tonight is also the night I am supposed to meet Samuel, Molly, Ben and Steve down at the Velvet Rope for the new recruit mixer. Even though I dragged my feet all day and tried out a few excuses to get out of it, Samuel wasn’t having it. He even called an hour ago to let me know that he was swinging by to pick me up at eight sharp, and would come fully prepared to hogtie me and drag me if I tried to dodge out of it. Rummaging through my slutty assortment of threads, I attempt to put something together that meets the club’s dress code. Looks like this girl will be settling on an emerald brocade corset, black mini skirt, fishnets, and black, knee-high boots. After squeezing into everything and quickly pin-curling my long, brown hair, I finish my makeup in time to hear my door buzzer.
     
    “Well, well, well. If I was straight, I would tie you up and spank that pretty, pale little ass of yours all night. That green corset with your big green eyes is a heart-stopping combo, pet.” Samuel whistles in appreciation while gently taking my hand and spinning my body