swing·ing - adjective - informal (of a person, place, or way of life) lively, exciting, and fashionable. "a swinging resort" sexually liberated or promiscuous. The first time that Mrs. Stranded and I walked into a swingers club was in March of 2013. It was Club M4 in Etobicoke, Ontario and we were assaulted with glorious sensual overload. We knew there were other clubs out there...other people out there...but how to find them? Where do we look? Where?....where? It began with the almighty Google, of course, and quickly found a list of swinger websites that tickled our fancy. There are hundreds of them, but the list below are the ones we have tried. The list will begin with the worst [Read more...]
Tempest looked down at him and giggled. She still held a riding crop in her hand as she stood at the bedside with only her polka-dot red and white panties and bra left on. Her red hair cascaded over her left shoulder with little memory of the ponytail it had started the evening in. For six hours, Kipling had indulged her scene of fetish and erotica. There had been no complaints from him about any of it. He grinned as she had applied handcuffs, bound his ankles and put the blindfold on him. There had been an occasional grimace and groan during the flogging and cropping periods. There had been plenty of pleasurable groans while he endured her guests taking turns sucking his large cock. Tempest wasn't sure that endured was the correct [Read more...]
Author's note: Until two months back, I'd forgotten how fun Jake was to write. He was always more humour than erotica, but it really is a hoot. On Halloween, Oct. 31, my newest release of four short stories featuring Jake hits Amazon...the cover is to the right. One of the shorts some will recognize as a rewrite of his first appearance, Director Jake and the Flaming Mattress...but the other three are new. This story below is new and was to be part of the second Jake release that is already in the works...but seeing this week's Kink of the Week meme, I decided this was better suited as a refresher of who Jake was. If you like this one, please check out Director Jake on Amazon by clicking on the picture...and part two, by the way, should [Read more...]
Her eyes fluttered open. The poking had awoken her, of that Drew was certain. Good thing she enjoyed what usually followed. Leaning back, she felt him move behind her, shifting to his back. "Still asleep," she whispered, "but hard as a fucking rock." Her eyes climbed the tent of the rumpled white sheets over his midsection. In the darkness, the shrouded erection was but a massive ghost in shades of grey lifting the sheets up from him. Her eyes shifted to the empty champagne bottle on the bedside table. A warm tipsy memory of Jon crouched between her legs with that bottle walked through her mind bringing a smile. There had been paddle whacks, handcuffs, and a blindfold, but the bottle sliding into her had been the newest and most taboo [Read more...]
Author's note: I've used the character of Bronx before...but been quite awhile as he's been in limbo since 2011. I have yet to decide if this is a continuation or a reboot...but we'll figure that out shortly. The Ferrari stopped and the tinted windows opened to reveal an old man with a slight fringe of dark gray hair and big 1970s-esque mirrored sunglasses. Bronx shook his head as he watched the car through the storefront window. "Those fuckers keep getting older, I tell ya." "He looks like Stan Lee," Brooklyn pointed out with a nod. "I'd do him." Bronx's brown eyes turned to her with a few blinks. "What? Silver foxes are hot. Ironic that they're calling this the Ferrari of dildos," Brooklyn lifted the orange phallic device from the [Read more...]
Press play... "What's with the disco? She feeling retro again?" Silk laughed. "No, Argyle, She got a new toy." "Oh, is that why we're...?" "Of course, Argyle, why else would we be? And you know as well as I that 70s disco means it's her playtime." "I see how it is. She masturbates with these machines..." "Preach to the choir, reverend!" "and we're..." Argyle stopped to take a big breath. "Yeah, forgotten," Silk growled. "...left like yesterday's newspaper." Priscilla screamed in pleasure from on top of the bed. "Selfish," Argyle said with a cluck of disgust. "Just selfish. And why i" Silk sighed. "She doesn't seem to understand we can't fold ourselves."
This week's Wicked Wednesday prompt is "Peeping Tom". Normally I would work it into one of the stories in my draft folder, but considering the issue that came out last week, this seems appropo. So...to steal a phrase from Monty Python... ...I've always wanted to use something from the Python's in a Wicked Wednesday post...this tickles some. Many that read anything about sensual lifestyles and habits have heard about the latest big hacking scandal by now. The odds are good that most people in western society have heard about this one. Ashley Madison markets as a discreet way for attached folk to play outside the bounds of fidelity. Proving the severe bias of the media, many stories immediately refer to it as a website of cheating [Read more...]
"Wait, explain this again. Your new girlfriend gave you a blowjob," Dana said with exasperation. "Yes, she did." Brad grinned and gave her bare shoulder a squeeze. "Masterfully, I might add." "Let me finish here before responding, here, Don Juan." She pushed a strand of red hair out of her face. "This happened the first time you met her." Brad waited. "Nod yes, shake head no. Your restaurant?" He nodded and sighed. "While it was open?" He nodded again. "She fucked me in my favorite booth." Priscilla released his cock from her mouth and roared, "She fucked you there, too? The biker chick...um...Melinda?" Dana held a hand down to help calm her friend. Her eyes returned to Brad. "And now you're in bed with us?" He [Read more...]