Fiction

Orders Given

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erotica

Master's hand stroked her cheek as she knelt silently beside his chair. He wore a black suit, white shirt, and red tie. He sat with his right leg crossed over his left, towards her, in his plush armchair. From the corner of her eye, she could see Kelly on the opposite side of him, in the exact same situation; kneeling back on her calves and naked except for the thin leather collar around her neck. "When the guests arrive, think of yourselves as the appetizers," Master said in his deepest baritone soothing style. "You greet the females with as you see fit. You greet the males with a short blowjob, a tease with no climax intended." He held up a finger to accentuate his next point. "Ask for consent first." Jenn felt herself [Read more...]

Escitalopram and the Erotic Blur

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erotica mental health

I claim to be an erotic writer but seems I’ve not been writing anything of much lately. In September of 2017, I left work for six weeks due to stress. The firm our company hired to “assist” employees going through short term leave bullied me back to work by demanding I get on medication or lose my job. This writer does not understand how such company reps, without medical degrees, are allowed to do that even when one’s own doctor does not agree; but that is a story as old as the hills and for another time. Thanks to the aforementioned bully, I began taking Escitalopram; a medication intended to assist with anxiety and often used in cases of PTSD. Admittedly, shell shock was not my situation, but the meds did the trick. It curbed the [Read more...]

I Heard

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erotica C.P. McClennan

Author's note: This post was inspired by my being a judge for Smut Marathon this year. The fourth project had me coming up with this as I was reading the entries. Thus, this follows the rules that it must have some reference to "eavesdropping" and must be 225-250 words long. I had more trouble with that last part but, ignoring this note, I did it. The result is the first part in a new series I'm not working on called "Oh, That Couple." After hearing that I was doing this, Marie Rebel insisted I add this for Wicked Wednesday. So, here goes... “You heard it all?” Malcolm smoothed a crease out of his pants that protested and reformed immediately. “Yes, Mal. Everything.” Ruth leaned forward with her elbows propped on her thighs. Her green [Read more...]

New Entitlement

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Let the next person help. I don't feel like it. This bus has just departed downtown Windsor, Ontario and will deposit its passengers in Toronto about five hours from now. Getting in this bus was a challenge as this is a continuation of a journey that the coach began in Detroit, Michigan. It was already two-thirds full when it got here and those waiting to board added another quarter to capacity. Good for Greyhound Corporation, but not so much for passenger comfort. Especially when there were many asleep on two seats after the ten minute trek from Canadian border services to the Windsor bus depot. The first person asked to "excuse me" to move his baggage and free up a seat ignored me. This was rather shocking but, rather than make a [Read more...]

A Triad of Parallel Men

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erotica polyamory ethical non-monogamy

Maggie woke with a snort as her snoring habit went off to hide too late. She blinked her eyes a few times before closing them tightly to help them adjust. To the left, grey daylight filtered in through the blinds of the sliding doors. Through those blinds, white snow passed sideways as the wind carried it along. April, she thought. This is spring, dammit. Not supposed to fucking snow in April. Bob gave a snort-snore of his own and shifted on to his right side, facing her. Sleep held him, however, as his eyes shifted beneath his lids in search of dreams. Will, on her left side, held his position. He slept like he was dead, on his back and with his hands intertwined over his belly. Maggie grinned and considered how few [Read more...]

The Snuggler’s Vignette

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erotica

She put her feet up on the bench and looked out. Her perch was sixty floors up. She doubted anyone could see she was naked through the hotel room window. Charlie snored from under the covers of the bed. There had been worse johns than Charlie. In fact, she considered as the flashing lights of an emergency vehicle on the streets below caught her eye, Charlie was unique. He had made her cum. Not earth-shattering, but she found the business made it harder for her to orgasm. So an evening that began with her doing a lap dance at the airport club led her here. She squinted out at the twinkle of the streets below and tried to remember the path. *** Fiesta Zahn entered the darkness and looked over the crowd. Her eyes fell upon a man nursing a [Read more...]

Politics Within Ethical Non-Monogamy

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Someone on Tumblr, also claiming to enjoy ethical non-monogamy, called me a Canadian libtard this morning. I followed with the obvious thought that I finally won Tumblr. Being I've been trying to work on novels lately, it has been too long since I've posted here. This was just the spur I needed. So here we go. There is a politics behind ethical non-monogamous lifestyles that I've seen by not heard mentioned. My hypothesis here is that people who stick to swinging and ideas such as the hot wife or cuckoledism only, tend to be more conservative and right wing. Those who preach polyamory only are more liberal and far left. I say "far left" as liberal in places like Canada and Britain tends to be more center than left. Funny [Read more...]