Fishy Ink

I was all ready with my normal story for Wicked Wednesday and then a rather major problem occurred…for starters, the story simply will not work in blog format. So was back to the drawing board this afternoon…however, then a thought occurred that was just too much to pass up. A DUEL POST FOR SINFUL SUNDAY AND WICKED WEDNESDAY!!! With the …

Best Comeback, Ever! (Jamie’s Finale)

Author’s note:  This is part six, and the finale of Adventures of Jamie…however, this also involves a new beginning as my longtime readers might recognize two old friends… How the hell did I get here? Jamie thought as she arched her back and felt the thrust of Vince’s huge erection inside her.  Thanks to ample amounts of champagne as well …

Facts of Fiction

Author’s note:  This is part three of Adventures of Jamie, and her first appearance on Wicked Wednesday.  As a writer, Jamie is a funny character as much as people will have fantasies about different things I have always found the actual writing very clinical…however, for some reason, Jamie is a huge turn on to create. How the hell did I …

Lapped

“Do Not Put Garbage Here,” was scrawled on the fence in white paint that nearly flowed in the evening’s darkness. She thought it seemed funny that he had picked this location for her to kneel. A park she had expected, but not a dark alley. Then he had pulled it out. She stared at it. It just stood there with …

Peeping Tom

Part of the Fellatio Project as written by @StellaKiink…in fact, her second submission…her words can be found here You finish filing your last report and you are ready to head home. As you reach for the office door, the lights go out. What happens next? Damn, the power went out again! Didn’t I tell Clara to make sure she paid the bill on …

This Wasn’t What I Signed Up For

I miss the store.  With what I am currently observing…I must say, this was not what I had dreamed of seeing when I was still sitting in the fridge with my comrades. It was pleasant there.  Smelled nice.  Some soft elevator music would come in over the speakers whenever the door was opened. Then this woman came in to the …

BDSM to Me

What does BDSM mean to me? Well, it really means freedom, does it not?  The realization that we do not all get off the same way…that we can be unique without seeming weird. There are aspects of BDSM that I simply do not get…examples are numerous that just go beyond my being able to stomach…but I can still respect those …

Lick It

Viva’s tongue slipped along, moistening it. She could taste the salt of his flesh…she could feel his stiff resolve and just how erect he was. Her tongue felt every curve…every notch…every vein. She could hear Markus’ breathing in short sighs and the occasional short pleasured gasp. She could see his blue eyes holding her gaze past her veil of brown …