ROYGBIV

By S.B.

What is the color of your mind?

The answer lies in this collection of seven pieces of mesmerizing femdom flash fiction and one classic short story, all inspired by the chromatic spectrum.

This title contains the following pieces: Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet, and White Light. Let these variegated delights consume your thoughts.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.B.
• Release date: Oct 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005582982

S.B.

Simple Being, middle name Creative. Writer and artist with a penchant for stories involving Female Domination, Hypnosis and Mind Control. My thoughts are my own except when they're not.

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ROYGBIV

By S.B.

Copyright 2016-2020 S.B.

Cover Design by S.B.

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Table of Contents

Red

Orange

Yellow

Green

Blue

Indigo

Violet

White Light

Red

Red spells danger so goes the saying. I know that. I’ve known it since the day I was born for there is as much truth in colors as there is in words. Unlike many though, I don’t live for the thrill, for the prospect of ever-growing excitement. Give me the comfort of a fireplace any day of the week and I’ll be there, warm and cozy, content in the awareness of my self-imposed safety and shutting down the world with unwavering hesitation.

This is what you’d hear me say less than twenty-four hours ago, and I’d say it with so much conviction that, perhaps you’d feel persuaded to join me in my silent haven, enjoying the routines for what they are and nothing more. Yes, the odds of that happening were far greater than what has come to be, which makes me wonder if the mere existence of odds in the first place is not a funny way for the Universe to prove me wrong at every turn.

Something red came my way, unfolding its countless perils before my eyes like a Hollywood carpet. The glamour is strong, bright, flashes upon flashes of something too good to be true and yet I keep walking towards it, closing the distance to the source of temptation, hoping she turns around and notices me standing there.

So what’s so special about her? How can this attraction be put into words? So many considerations come to mind, hopeful ramblings on the back of my mind and the tips of my fingers. It could be her dress that draws me in, the tight yet free-flowing silky delight that shows just enough cleavage to keep me hoping for