Master's hand stroked her cheek as she knelt silently beside his chair. He wore a black suit, white shirt, and red tie. He sat with his right leg crossed over his left, towards her, in his plush armchair. From the corner of her eye, she could see Kelly on the opposite side of him, in the exact same situation; kneeling back on her calves and naked except for the thin leather collar around her neck. "When the guests arrive, think of yourselves as the appetizers," Master said in his deepest baritone soothing style. "You greet the females with as you see fit. You greet the males with a short blowjob, a tease with no climax intended." He held up a finger to accentuate his next point. "Ask for consent first." Jenn felt herself [Read more...]
I claim to be an erotic writer but seems I’ve not been writing anything of much lately. In September of 2017, I left work for six weeks due to stress. The firm our company hired to “assist” employees going through short term leave bullied me back to work by demanding I get on medication or lose my job. This writer does not understand how such company reps, without medical degrees, are allowed to do that even when one’s own doctor does not agree; but that is a story as old as the hills and for another time. Thanks to the aforementioned bully, I began taking Escitalopram; a medication intended to assist with anxiety and often used in cases of PTSD. Admittedly, shell shock was not my situation, but the meds did the trick. It curbed the [Read more...]
Author's note: This post was inspired by my being a judge for Smut Marathon this year. The fourth project had me coming up with this as I was reading the entries. Thus, this follows the rules that it must have some reference to "eavesdropping" and must be 225-250 words long. I had more trouble with that last part but, ignoring this note, I did it. The result is the first part in a new series I'm not working on called "Oh, That Couple." After hearing that I was doing this, Marie Rebel insisted I add this for Wicked Wednesday. So, here goes... “You heard it all?” Malcolm smoothed a crease out of his pants that protested and reformed immediately. “Yes, Mal. Everything.” Ruth leaned forward with her elbows propped on her thighs. Her green [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...]