BDSM Tale of a Man on a Leash

"What? You think the leash is too much?" Mandy asked with a wide grin. "He's naked," the blonde pointed out. "You don't think that was enough? This is more BDSM than we figured." "No shit, Shirley. It's a CFNM party." Mandy pushed her brunette hair back over her leather-covered shoulder. "Yeah, the leash is more than we expected." Shirley's eyes fell to the man on his hands and knees. "But it's fucking hot. It's like the reins of a horse or..." "...or the leash of a dog." Mandy tugged on the leash. "Bloody right it's hot. Oh, and he has a tongue that never ends." "Oh really?" Shirley giggled. "You'll have to try it out later." Mandy saw the smile turn to glare from Shirley. "What?" "It's a CFNM party. For me to enjoy [Read more...]

Swinging Castle Stranded and a Corrugated Fetish

Forgive me, reader, it has been three weeks since my last prose...no, seriously. With my posting schedule, most would not realize, but it has been three weeks since these fingers have been swinging across proper keys. Okay, this is posting for Wicked Wednesday, but it has nothing to do with this week's theme of hormones! I'm sorry...it took me five days to get my fucking computer un-boxed and my fingers have been going stir crazy wanting to type something completely inappropriate as they swapped DNA with the keys. So here we go. Um....oh boy...and now the exhaustion kicks in. Awaiting my head to slam on the keys after how this week has gone. Fuck, who am I kidding, this month. Just box after box and a shit load of Ikea furniture to [Read more...]

Toronto Pub Affair – An Erotic Writer’s Review of the Foggy Dew

Toronto Pub, The Foggy Dew

My darling, we have enjoyed three years together in secret. Three years of drinks, meals, and glorious sexual innuendo. But, alas, our time is at an end. I must end this. Though I was vague to protect our tryst but many of my readers would recognize you, my gorgeous mistress...I have often described your sensual nooks and crevices, your aged woodwork, your playful barmaids, and your glorious beer selection in my stories. I did not, however, criticize you for shortening up on your menu and no longer allowing me the luxurious and luscious taste of steak and Caesar. I kept my mouth shut for fear of pushing you away. Not sure why I bring it up now, as that is not why I am ending this affair. And it was an affair. With your kilts, [Read more...]