Press play... "All I said was that the bird was pining for the fjords, but it seems Trisha thought I wanted more." The class erupted with laughter. The room was dark save for a white spotlight overhead featuring a black massage table at the centre. A single step surrounded the massage table where the students stood in shadowy rows around with the taller folk up on the step. It always made her happy to get the right jokes in at the right time. It always tended to take the nervous students' minds off the fact that all in the room were naked. She always felt that humor in erotica added to the stories for her, so it seemed important to add them to her BDSM teaching, as well. Her eyes fell to the gentleman on the table. "What's your [Read more...]
Author's note...I write using music as inspiration, constantly. Ninety-five percent of what I write, in these pages, has bands heavily entrenched in the 80s/90s rock realms playing soundtrack as my fingers fly across the keys. Then came a discussion with one of my Facebook friends, Patient Lee about music...and it spawned this. The following story is a result of that discussion and this meme. I am turning on my usual 97.7 HTZ FM, an alternative hard-rock station out of St. Catharines, Ontario...and my song choice is: "What are you doing? Playing with your camera again?" Brenda squirmed against her restraints. Her bare breasts leaned against the cool glossed wood of what felt like a St. Andrew's cross. Each arm rose [Read more...]
Hamilton laid the briefcase on the bed and dragged the zipper around to open it. "If you're gonna make a sex video, a piece of art, a bit of erotica..." "Porn," Jake corrected. The greased ends of Hamilton's handlebar mustache lifted as the lips beneath it formed a grin. "Yes, porn." As though commanding hands, his eyebrows raised to signal the briefcase was being opened for the grand reveal. "Whatever the fuck you are making, you need the right toys." With the speed that his mouth fell open, Jake was surprised not to be picking up his jawbone from the floor. "That's... um... wow. I've never seen..." "Impressive, I know." "And what is this going to cost me?" "Product placement, my dear director. I require no monetary [Read more...]
Press play... "This is like a scene out of American Psycho." Crimson turned from the CD player and grinned at her. "If that were the case, we'd be listening to Genesis or Huey Lewis. I would think this music offers much more erotica than either of those would." "Archaic as CD players are now, Pink Floyd is a much better choice on any level." Crimson picked up the riding crop and grasped each end in order to test it for flexing. "Don't get me wrong. Huey, Phil, and the boys have their place, but not here. Pink Floyd takes me to my happy place." SNAP! The crop flew and slapped against the mattress. "Sir, we are in agreement." Nancy smiled up at him from the bed. She was on elbows and knees with wrists bound [Read more...]
Her eyes fluttered open. The poking had awoken her, of that Drew was certain. Good thing she enjoyed what usually followed. Leaning back, she felt him move behind her, shifting to his back. "Still asleep," she whispered, "but hard as a fucking rock." Her eyes climbed the tent of the rumpled white sheets over his midsection. In the darkness, the shrouded erection was but a massive ghost in shades of grey lifting the sheets up from him. Her eyes shifted to the empty champagne bottle on the bedside table. A warm tipsy memory of Jon crouched between her legs with that bottle walked through her mind bringing a smile. There had been paddle whacks, handcuffs, and a blindfold, but the bottle sliding into her had been the newest and most taboo [Read more...]
Author's note: I've used the character of Bronx before...but been quite awhile as he's been in limbo since 2011. I have yet to decide if this is a continuation or a reboot...but we'll figure that out shortly. The Ferrari stopped and the tinted windows opened to reveal an old man with a slight fringe of dark gray hair and big 1970s-esque mirrored sunglasses. Bronx shook his head as he watched the car through the storefront window. "Those fuckers keep getting older, I tell ya." "He looks like Stan Lee," Brooklyn pointed out with a nod. "I'd do him." Bronx's brown eyes turned to her with a few blinks. "What? Silver foxes are hot. Ironic that they're calling this the Ferrari of dildos," Brooklyn lifted the orange phallic device from the [Read more...]
Press play... "What's with the disco? She feeling retro again?" Silk laughed. "No, Argyle, She got a new toy." "Oh, is that why we're...?" "Of course, Argyle, why else would we be? And you know as well as I that 70s disco means it's her playtime." "I see how it is. She masturbates with these machines..." "Preach to the choir, reverend!" "and we're..." Argyle stopped to take a big breath. "Yeah, forgotten," Silk growled. "...left like yesterday's newspaper." Priscilla screamed in pleasure from on top of the bed. "Selfish," Argyle said with a cluck of disgust. "Just selfish. And why i" Silk sighed. "She doesn't seem to understand we can't fold ourselves."
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...]