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...]
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...]
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...]
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.
"Jake, I have an idea." Jake felt his stomach drop on hearing the voice and these words. He turned to confirm it was Vance Vincent coming down the hall towards him. "Your ideas aren't usually good ones; you do know this." Vance ran a hand through his puff of brown hair standing up as though not touched after rolling out of bed. "You mean the cliffside car scene?" "Where the insurance drilled us after the car exploded at the bottom, yeah. There's that one, or the one with Melanie suspended over the staircase, or how about the cheap lights surrounding a king bed?" His eyes rolled upwards before Vance found a response. "Okay, true. This is nothing like those at all." Jake glanced into his office, already longing to escape and [Read more...]
Author's note: This week's Wicked Wednesday prompt is "Whispers"...and I must apologize as I went a little longer with this than the limit of 1200 words. Being I started at 2300 words after the first draft...I don't think I can cut anymore of it. “You blew off your stories of supers?” Gray crossed his arms and glared at me. “You bring us back and then just let us sit here while you go off and travel all over the world while we…” “Gray, Windsor.” Apple tapped him on the shoulder. He turned to her. “What?” “He only went to Windsor, Ontario. Not a world destination.” “Just a moment.” He held up a finger for me to wait. He whispered as if I wouldn’t hear him, “He needs guilt for not writing more about us.” The redhead drew in [Read more...]
"Why the fuck did you give me glasses?" Gray asked and looked at me over the wire-rimmed frames. "Unlike the writer of this shyte, the characters don't need to get old. We should stay virile and strong." "Gray?" His eyes shifted to Apple sitting on the couch beside him. "Remember what happened the last time you pissed the writer off?" He shrugged. "What more can he do to me? I mean, he's been busy writing novels and has avoided us for four years. He can't have much left." Apple looked at me and gave a tight smirk. With a pop, Gray vanished. She looked at me. "I warned him. I like the dress, by the way. Much as I like being naked, there's something about high fashion." Her hands smoothed out the skirt of the [Read more...]