A Rope Bunny Novels & Stories

We lay together on the bed, my body sore and completely satisfied, my mind in a haze of endorphins and intimacy. "I want to do something different now," Jordan said softly. "I want to create rope in a way that's about vulnerability instead of bondage. About exposure instead of restriction." He selected thin rope, almost thread-like, in a soft pink color. "I'm going to wrap you," he said. "But not to restrain. To adorn. To decorate. To show you how beautiful your body is with rope against it." He began creating patterns that ran across my skin like tattoos—spirals, lines, intricate designs that were more art than restraint.

Apocalypse With my eyes on his sleeping face, and by touching him with feather light hands, I made sure he didn’t wake up, while I created a Shibari art with some Asanawa rope. The rope consists of three strands of jute thinner ropes twisted together. This made it strong but also soft and flexible at the same time. I knew as soft as it might feel, if knotted too tight the rope can bite painfully into the flesh. I needed to put the right amount of tension when making the knots to keep him tightly bound but not to hurt him. At least not too much, I smile at that thought.

laughed the man, holding the rope in his fist that connected to the knot of the girl, “Rabbit cannot escape an easy trap. They are riskless. The same as you… Now then, care to come with me…. We shall have fun…” He stretched out his hand to drag the girl with her hair, leaving her helpless. Tears ran down her face, “NO…… PLEASE… DON’T DO THAT!!!” cried the girl begging to let her go. The terrifying shadow was covering her sight, as it was the darkness that would soon ruin her life. BANG!!!

I whisper, adjusting the blanket around Leyla’s surprise basket for the third time, “no yelling, no running, and no licking anything.” “Who licks things?” River deadpans, slouching along with her brand-new purple bunny slung over her shoulder like it’s survived a war. One ear is missing a chunk, and one eye is literally stitched into an X like a mildly cursed voodoo doll. She loves it. Of course she does. Two steps in front, Lili, clutching a white bunny in sequin-studded bootleg jeans, a rainbow tutu, and a sparkly unicorn crop top, walks with the proud solemnity of a bridesmaid approaching the altar.

He turned away without a word, stepping back over to the open wall cabinet and retrieving a thick, coiled length of natural jute rope. Roe sat up slowly on the edge of the table, rubbing her red, chafed wrists as her chest panted. She stared at the material in his hands, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "What is this for?" Roe asked, her voice raspy from his deep thrusts. Elijah turned around, a slow, dark smile spreading across his face as he uncoiled the heavy cord between his palms. "Ever heard of Shibari?" he asked smoothly. Roe frowned, shaking her head. "No? What's that?"

A notification popped up on my phone. "Cruise trip now boarding! Busty bunny girls who know how to scream, juicy and ready for action! Limited slots available. Come enjoy the party!" It was the summer after freshman year. My twin sister Drew Romano was hellbent on joining that slutty senior Luna Rossi aboard some cruise ship as a "bunny girl" to make some fast cash. I scrolled past the ad online, and my chest tightened. In my past life, I was terrified something would happen to Drew, so I worked up the nerve to stop her.

he replied and walked forward, standing in front of her. While she burst the balloons, Jordan prevented the balls from touching her with the bat she picked earlier. The people watching where more interested in seeing Bethany and Jordan play the games. They were like a power couple, doing things together in oneness. They were the admiration of many. They were able to finish off the balloons and then move to the third challenge which was tying a rope to their legs and racing together. Bethany tied the rope on her right leg and the other end on Jordan's left leg, making their shoulder touch each other's.

Louis spontaneously laughed. He was amused to see how expressive his daughter was. However, realizing Edmund's cynical glance, he closed his mouth again and listened. "After many efforts, Mommy decided to use a rope. I was in charge of holding it from above while Mommy tied the other end to the baby elephant's body. It was an important task because the rope must not fall. If it got wet, it would become slippery. It would be difficult for Mommy and I to pull it."

Between them, they’re carrying a strange cage, one made out of twigs and branches twined together with all sorts of colorful threads and floral vines. Inside is a very unhappy looking white rabbit. At the sight of Coello, all three of our guests straighten their posture and start to fidget nervously. I know that feeling. When you’re under the spell of the Moon Rabbit, you feel like he owns you, body and soul. You’re completely at his mercy, desperate to please him, terrified of the alternative. “He can’t hurt you,” Layla promises, setting the cage down on the floor. “He can’t do anything while he’s trapped in there.”