Privacy is in Ashes

The Seventh Commandment by Pascal, adultery

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...]

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...]

Swinging – The Uninvited

"Bandera Swinger" by Sombrasdeted - Own work. Licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0 via Wikimedia Commons - http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bandera_Swinger.jpg#/media/File:Bandera_Swinger.jpg

Part I Bill stood and watched the couple. The man had hold of her red hair as though holding the reins of a horse. Kneeling behind her, the man motioned his hips to thrust into her with a thunderous clap against her ass. Bill grinned and opened his own towel. His own cock, already hard, was stroked as he continued to watch. Stepping around the mattress, he positioned himself in the man's peripheral and towards her face. The man glanced up at his with an annoyed raised eyebrow. Sure it was May...Masturbation Month...but Bill wanted more. He nodded at the man and moved closer until the tip of his erection was mere inches from the woman's face. He stroked it with his aim towards her mouth and awaited her to open those luscious [Read more...]

Presumptions of Play

Taboo is such a funny word. Taboo...that which must be wrong because we dare not discuss it. A bit like George Carlin's take on the word sacred... Thanks to the current gf, I have been able to explore some unique taboos lately. For one, she and I dance...and anyone reading my writing realizes that the Genesis sing "I Can't Dance" was written for me. She has me dancing to cuts that usually involve certain thoughts going through my head such as, This isn't music! Okay that is really not a taboo...but watching me dance likely should be, as it must scare many. The fact that we are dancing at a swingers club, however...more to the point. The fact that this particular place is quickly becoming a regular hangout on our non-kid [Read more...]