Wicked Wednesday

Dogging and Spanking Approach

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no idea why this is in a public park by Richard Schatzberger

"You have any limits I should be aware of?" Ellen pulled Travis by the hand through the park. "Limits? Well, I don't really want to get caught by the cops or anything." "Yeah, that's not why I do this either. I'm good being caught by others wanting to join in, but not being caught." "No pain and no humiliation." She nodded and glanced up at him. "The humiliation goes hand in hand with getting caught by authority type folks." "Yeah, and...where are we going?" The park was lush with the first spring growth. The asphalt path was black and still wet with the fresh melt of this year's snow. Ahead, two triangular sets of stone slabs allowed the walking path to continue beneath a road overhead. "The bridge," Ellen growled. [Read more...]

The Best Kiss

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Author's note: I really don't write enough humour anymore...I apologize in advance, and though the initial attempt was to take this week's prompt seriously, I failed. They once said that the kiss of Buttercup and Wesley blew away the top kisses of all time. Hogwash! This is vanilla propaganda, at its worst. The best kiss, though. It, of course, happens only once and causes us to spend the rest of our lives attempting to recreate that moment. I invite you, dear reader, to picture a half-full parking lot bathed in sunshine on a frigid day. I in my parka, and her in her cap, we had lunched and moved outside from the pubbish restaurant towards our vehicles. Knowing we each had to return to work, it seemed to be an event [Read more...]

The Age Old Question

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"Does age matter?" Veronique smiled at the mic in front of her. Her brunette curls fell down the back of her deep purple sweatshirt. Her black tights and slippers were not something that would be seen as sexy, but she was able to do this out of uniform. "In a sex club? Only with regards to legal age, after that, no. The club I work for limits it a bit further, though, and you have to be over 25." "You have no limits?" the host asked in a deep voice through Veronique's headphones. First, Veronique shook her head before remembering he couldn't see her. "Not at all. I'm paid to be there and to bring pleasure to all, regardless of whether they are 25 or 75." Clover, the full-grown boxer that shared Veronique's apartment, wandered in [Read more...]

Wouldn’t It Be Good

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Author's note: My Savannah series has used a soundtrack as I wrote each part of the series. Just Prey - Savannah Book One used the tunes of Rush and Darwin's Sword - Savannah Book Two (pre-order available, and released on March 24) used the music of Peter Gabriel. So I've cheated...this week's Wicked Wednesday prompt asked for a random tune. Instead, I offer an excerpt from The Orphan War - Savannah Book Three. As you will soon read, this also worked for this week's Masturbation Monday prompt, as well. The book will be released on October 7, 2016 (my 5th annual 42nd birthday; complete coincidence). With this, I am pleased to share the two acts that are providing the soundtrack to my writing process for this one: Press [Read more...]

Pumps

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Veronique Tempest was her name. At least, that was the name most around this place knew her by. It had seemed a name that would bring thoughts of erotica to the minds of those hearing it. Her first want, to dance at the Bee-Bee Burlesque Club, would have demanded such a name. And she had a great time dancing there until the day Xavier "discovered" her. He came to her with his perfect smile, perfect physique, and simply too much money for her to not accept his offer to work at Calypso's. With such thoughts, she would have used finger quotes, but it might have caused the gentleman currently pounding her pussy pause. Her brown eyes squinted up at him as the only sign her thoughts were not on his actions. "Pounded" was the wrong [Read more...]

Swingers Threesome at Bowery Bliss

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With how many threesome stories I've written, it should be easy to come up with something new, right? I mean, in the swingers' lifestyle, these things are bloody near common. However, I've been bad. I have a new Skelly Manor short releasing on Amazon today and a new novel, Darwin's Sword - Savannah Book Two, out next month. So I may be a touch busy. Lovely Marie Rebelle took my suggestion for a prompt, and here I sit in a New York City hotel room trying to come up with a story about threesomes. Well, it is now 10:23 AM EST, and we have a lunch reservation for 11:30 AM, followed by a miserable day on Broadway seeing Bruce Willis in Misery for a matinee, and Les Miserables for an evening performance. Yesterday, no chance to write [Read more...]

Not Right Now

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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...]

Machine

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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...]