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Let the next person help. I don't feel like it. This bus has just departed downtown Windsor, Ontario and will deposit its passengers in Toronto about five hours from now. Getting in this bus was a challenge as this is a continuation of a journey that the coach began in Detroit, Michigan. It was already two-thirds full when it got here and those waiting to board added another quarter to capacity. Good for Greyhound Corporation, but not so much for passenger comfort. Especially when there were many asleep on two seats after the ten minute trek from Canadian border services to the Windsor bus depot. The first person asked to "excuse me" to move his baggage and free up a seat ignored me. This was rather shocking but, rather than make a [Read more...]

A Triad of Parallel Men

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Maggie woke with a snort as her snoring habit went off to hide too late. She blinked her eyes a few times before closing them tightly to help them adjust. To the left, grey daylight filtered in through the blinds of the sliding doors. Through those blinds, white snow passed sideways as the wind carried it along. April, she thought. This is spring, dammit. Not supposed to fucking snow in April. Bob gave a snort-snore of his own and shifted on to his right side, facing her. Sleep held him, however, as his eyes shifted beneath his lids in search of dreams. Will, on her left side, held his position. He slept like he was dead, on his back and with his hands intertwined over his belly. Maggie grinned and considered how few [Read more...]

The Snuggler’s Vignette

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She put her feet up on the bench and looked out. Her perch was sixty floors up. She doubted anyone could see she was naked through the hotel room window. Charlie snored from under the covers of the bed. There had been worse johns than Charlie. In fact, she considered as the flashing lights of an emergency vehicle on the streets below caught her eye, Charlie was unique. He had made her cum. Not earth-shattering, but she found the business made it harder for her to orgasm. So an evening that began with her doing a lap dance at the airport club led her here. She squinted out at the twinkle of the streets below and tried to remember the path. *** Fiesta Zahn entered the darkness and looked over the crowd. Her eyes fell upon a man nursing a [Read more...]

Politics Within Ethical Non-Monogamy

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Someone on Tumblr, also claiming to enjoy ethical non-monogamy, called me a Canadian libtard this morning. I followed with the obvious thought that I finally won Tumblr. Being I've been trying to work on novels lately, it has been too long since I've posted here. This was just the spur I needed. So here we go. There is a politics behind ethical non-monogamous lifestyles that I've seen by not heard mentioned. My hypothesis here is that people who stick to swinging and ideas such as the hot wife or cuckoledism only, tend to be more conservative and right wing. Those who preach polyamory only are more liberal and far left. I say "far left" as liberal in places like Canada and Britain tends to be more center than left. Funny [Read more...]

The Gray Wolf Comes

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Okay, okay...I'm late. Luckily, being self-published, of no great concern in the grand scheme. As such, aiming at May 1 for this one and I am pleased to share the cover of the first part of my newest project, The Farms of Gray Wolf:  

Barney

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Day two of our adventure and it seems we have made a friend. So much so that this little fella will be making a cameo appearance in my new novel that is currently being written. Everybody, meet Barney. Barney, this is everybody. I know, I know. This is supposed to be erotic for Wicked Wednesday and most of you just won't get the connection yet. Well, first part of The Farms of Gray Wolf is going to be posted on Amazon for April 1, and then you just might understand. Until then, just know that he's a cool lil dude.

The Lonely Razor

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As a male, I don't think I quite understood the razor as an erotic tool until a friend asked me one, simple question: "Do you think I want a mouth full of hair?" Alas, my discovery of the razor, one of the more underrated erotic tools a man can use, for purely selfish reasons. Having gone and stayed clean-shaven recently, for the first time in over a decade, there are other better reasons.