Victoria was a close friend of my parents, and though we were not related, I grew up calling her 'Aunt' Victoria. She was stunningly beautiful and a bit severe, with a sharp wit and dark sense of humor.
Despite her friendliness, she was quite private, and never married. But she took a liking to me, and during my summers off from college,she would occasionally invite me, and only me, to stay with her in the huge Tudor-style house she had by the lake. One particularly rainy Monday, while she was away at the market, I quietly explored the parts of the house she told me were off-limits.
Past the second floor, I found a finished attic beautifully furnished in dark purple, with velvet furniture, odd books and paintings, and expensive-looking antiques.
Hidden behind lush heavy curtains, were metal racks, ropes, whips, chains, and other intimidating things.
Aunt Victoria startled me by returning suddenly, and I soon learned what went on in the secret room.
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Vicky, F, 30's, NYC, taken, she/her, femme and attracted to same, freelance graphic designer, passionate foodie, and ardent booknerd. Not looking to meet anyone here - just collect and share a few images and stories that turn me on. I'm less interested in hardcore pics, and more interested in blogs and posts that evoke an emotion. My original content is tagged #me or #mine.
