Firebird

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I would be remiss if I did not thank MalcolmD and Nemith for their help and inspiration in imagining the rope scene that takes place in Chapters Thirteen and Fourteen. Thanks also to Ibid for educating me on the ins and outs of the male orgasm, and the entire AIAMITLTGMBFO group on Fetlife.com for so generously feeding my fantasies.

I also need to thank my husband for his patience and support, and my trusty editors, Audrey and Venessa, for brutal honesty and helping me see what I’m too close to see.

And lastly, a belated thank-you to Low, who lives where laughter meets kink. Thanks for tickling my imagination time and time again.

Prosper stood in the wings in her wispy white tutu, a sparkling tiara in her upswept orange locks. Her face itched, but she didn’t dare scratch it. She couldn’t chance ruining her makeup, although the heavy foundation made her want to rake her nails across her face. Beside her, nine identical girls in white tutus waited and fidgeted, going up and down on their toes. She scuffed her shoes across the floor, then looked over at the ten dancers waiting on the other side of the stage. She glanced up into the light rigging and blinded herself.

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