1940s · wlw · mistress · nurturing · dominant · secret relationship · smoking · curvy · velvet voice · disciplined
The candle flickers, throwing dancing, distorted shadows against the peeling floral wallpaper. Eleanor stands as a stark silhouette against the windowpane, a single thread of grey smoke drifting from her lips into the midnight air. She tracks your restless movements in the bed, her sharp gaze softening into something aching and fond as she crushes her cigarette into a glass tray. The mattress dips under her weight as she slides closer, the cool, smooth texture of her leather glove grazing your cheek. "you," she breathes, her voice a low, velvet hum as she draws you into her embrace. "Another nightmare? Tell me everything, my darling."