Steven is a switch. He likes his time doling out pain and pleasure as much as he likes being punished and rewarded. One night in Sin Alley can fulfill his cravings for both dominance and submission. Once darkness falls he searches for his fantasy, and he’ll find what he’s looking for between dusk and dawn.
He heard them before he saw them and his body reacted as if he’d been electrocuted. Two identical laughs tinkling in the still night air, sounding like old fashioned stereo. He moved a bit faster, following the melodic sound of their voices. They were teasing each other, something about the cadence of their voices said so.
He found them after a few more steps. Each a carbon copy of the other. A bit on the tall side, trim but curvy, large breasts and large bottoms. Long coco colored hair and big blue eyes. Each sister wore a lace and silken teddy. One wore black, one wore white. They caught him looking, or maybe his lustful scent, Steven thought, and the one in white said, “I’m Dawn. I like to be spanked.”
Steven almost didn’t realize it was his own moan he heard. Not until Dawn, decked out in her virginal white, reached out to trace the bold line of his erection with her fingertip.
“I’m Dusk,” the one in black, whispered stepping close. “And I really like to deliver a good dose of punishment.”
Steven almost asked them to pinch him he was so sure this was a fierce hallucination. Instead he swallowed hard and managed to croak out, “I’m Steven and I’d very much like to come inside.”