Wicked Wednesday

Drew is Temporcidal

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polyamory

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...]

A Night of Erotica With Ataraxy

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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...]

Feels So Good

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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."

Privacy is in Ashes

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The Seventh Commandment by Pascal, adultery

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...]

Blowjob Foursome

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Howdy Partner by Dollen

"Wait, explain this again. Your new girlfriend gave you a blowjob," Dana said with exasperation. "Yes, she did." Brad grinned and gave her bare shoulder a squeeze. "Masterfully, I might add." "Let me finish here before responding, here, Don Juan." She pushed a strand of red hair out of her face. "This happened the first time you met her." Brad waited. "Nod yes, shake head no. Your restaurant?" He nodded and sighed. "While it was open?" He nodded again. "She fucked me in my favorite booth." Priscilla released his cock from her mouth and roared, "She fucked you there, too? The biker chick...um...Melinda?" Dana held a hand down to help calm her friend. Her eyes returned to Brad. "And now you're in bed with us?" He [Read more...]

Blowjob is Brainwashing

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Freckles by Emarline

"How about the word blowjob?" Dana asked and glanced up at Brad. Brad glanced at her and shook his head. "Legalities, we can't say things like that. The L.E. would be down their throats so fast." "L.E?" Her eyes returned to the screen in front of her. In the dark room, her freckled face was even paler in the bath of the monitor light. "Law enforcement. Here." He moved his chair closer so she could see his laptop. "This is a site from Australia called Escorts & Babes. All these beautiful ladies have profiles but never get too specific on the details." His eyes dropped to Dana's bare pale breasts momentarily. Dana put her hand on the trackpad and scrolled down. "Wow. Three hundred dollars for half an hour. I'm in the wrong [Read more...]

Waves of Pleasure – an excerpt from Darwin’s Sword – Savannah Book Two

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Author's note: this is an excerpt from the upcoming novel of erotica, Darwin's Sword - Savannah Book Two, which will be out in November. Being Wicked Wednesday was where Savannah made her first ever appearance, seems the appropriate place to give a little tease of what's to come. "How do you stand this fuckin' heat?" Jasper lifted her rum and Coke to sip on. "The alcohol always helps." Savannah glanced over at her. "That and the lack of clothes at these resorts." Many wandering eyes were on the brunettes at the bar. Most were flirting and playing with their own partners while trying to attract others on the sandy beach that surrounded the bar. Overhead, the sun kept a spotlight on all of them, whether simply flirting or couples [Read more...]

Boned in Blasphemy

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Helga felt the scream pushed from her with his thurst. He, allegedly, was Donald. Could have picked the name from a cartoon duck, for all Helga knew, but that was his claimed monicker. Driving past, he had found her masturbating on the curb. As any horny dude would, he had circled back and picked her up. Helga was not a hooker. Although it seemed, now that her clutch held twenty-five crisp twenty dollar bills that Donald had given her, that title was up for debate. "You look like a brunette Madonna," he said as he pulled into the motor inn parking lot earlier. The sun glistened off his bottle-black hair that matched his Thomas Magnum mustache. The street sign had said 'hourly rates available'. Helga was hoping for multiples. She [Read more...]