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Preparing to Find Savannah

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Author's note: Part two of the new teaser series for the upcoming project, Savannah's Alternate Universe. "So who were Benz and Grayle?" The man lifted his eyes to look over his reading glasses across the table. Brad shrugged and gave a wide grin. "Grayle was, oh I don't know, a fed investigator of some sort. Benz was her informant, I guess." "And this,..." his eyes lowered from Brad to the open manila folder in front of him. "Benz?" Brad nodded. "He was leading Grayle to...?" "To meet Savannah." The man's eyes widened and, with pen in hand, he pushed his reading glasses further up his nose. "Yes, Savannah." Brad gave a grin that was more like a grimace. With eyes returning to the file folder, the man tapped the [Read more...]

Winter Howls

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Author's note: This week's Wicked Wednesday prompt is Winter. Being I've missed a number of prompts recently, I had to get back in on this one. Who better than a Canadian, such as I, to write a piece or erotica about winter? So how's about a little tale from the British Columbia Rockies of a pair lost in the snow? How about the first real snippet of my next big project that I announced last week? Oh, and maybe, just maybe with a cameo of my most prolific of characters, so far. To set the scene, we have Benz and Grayle trudging through a blizzard after abandoning their vehicle on a mountain road somewhere just south of Yekooche, British Columbia. Press play: "The mercury's falling," Benz's muffled voice called out through his [Read more...]

Please, It’s Melody

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He heard her moans as he walked down the dark hall. He moved slowly with the carpet muting his footsteps. A louder pleasured scream came from the door at the end of the hall. The open door to his left allowed the noon sunlight to filter in. Glancing in revealed that room to be a full washroom with little toothbrushes and stains of fruity toothpaste around the sink. The towels hanging beside the window featured some character made of strawberries. A quieter moan filled the hall. His eyes turned to the end of the hall where the door was not fully closed, but a crack of light along the left showed it would be pushed open without restraint. Glancing at the walls, he saw the anonymous, seemingly happy family photos staring back at [Read more...]

Nurse Gertrude Rolls Her Eyes

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Author's note: I have been having site difficulties lately, so some issues posting. This said, I am pleased to introduce a new series today, Nurse Gertrude. Allow me to dress the scene for you...we are in a home in Ralph, one of the lesser-known suburbs of Milwaukee, WI. Our characters stand in a living room with a massive fireplace crackling left and a fully stocked bar to the right. Two glasses of brown liquids sit on the bartop. Crystal Carruthers, daughter of toilet mogul Devlin Carruthers, wears a spaghetti strapped pink dress to her knees and her pageboy brunette hair keeps falling into her eyes. Blane May, quarterback for the Milwaukee Pylons, has just put his glass back on the bar and is blinking wildly as if something in his drink [Read more...]

Shadows of the Primary Alpha

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It was the bruises that caught Kelvin’s attention. Even as he dressed in the shadows of 4 am, they were obvious. Candy had, again, been with her dom the night before and come home late. As usual, she had crawled into bed beside Kelvin without disturbing him. That he was sleeping under the influence of a large bottle of spiced rum made it unlikely much would have woken him, but it still seemed impressive to Kelvin to always find her morning reappearance. The extent of this morning’s hangover was feeling the gag reflex kick in as he tightened his necktie. In her haste, Candy had fallen asleep with her pale, naked pale skin on top of the chocolate brown king-sized duvet. Her brunette hair splayed out beneath her head across the white [Read more...]

Just the Girl On a Cold Night

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Author's note: This past week marks thirteen years since the passing of Robert Palmer. His music has inspired this piece. Evan waited with his fingers tapping on the dashboard. The evening was cold enough that those walking past the car breathed out white puffs of air. It was not yet cold enough to snow, but that would not be far behind. He didn't like waiting. Especially now as the car windows fogged up and there was nothing good on the radio. This was improper as she should be waiting for him. He was still the new guy to Meg, though. Meg's family and vanilla life kept getting in the way of their explorations, but they were dealing with the opportunities they had. Evan smiled. Meg was his now. Domestic Darryl, as Evan [Read more...]

Sex on the Two Broken Chairs

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Darryl lay back and stared up at the stucco ceiling. "I need more friends like you, Rufus. Most either don't want to hear about this, or don't care." Rufus stared across the room at Darryl with a pad in his lap, ready to take notes. "Meg and I have become like two chairs." Darryl turned his head to look at Rufus. "She's the majestic dining room chair, like that one beside you. It's so sturdy and confident that it will succeed in whatever it is called upon to do. I'm the wooden one you're sitting on that's ready to collapse." The open window allowed the sound of rubber on the road, as cars passed on random quests below. The room was mostly dark with only a single shaded table lamp ignited. It offered enough light to see the wall [Read more...]

An Evening With the Baker’s Dozen

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Author's note, this is part 5 of the PolyWorld series. 5pm... As with any good manager, Evan knew how to warm Meg up. Spread eagle and blindfolded on the bed, she squirmed causing the chains of her restraints to jingle as a tongue found her clit. She had no clue who the tongue belonged to, but there were no complaints forthcoming. The tongue danced a grind against her, warm and wet. Heated humid breath added to the light pleasure of the experience. With the first pleasurable shock gone, Meg settled back on the bed and enjoyed the tongue lapping at her. Senses returning and she could now hear the muted movement of those around her. Imagination had her picturing a lineup of twelve naked men, each waiting for their turn at her. [Read more...]