Good Girl

At Brat’s End

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One last time...press play... "We thought it was time." Apple smiled at Cliff.  "But I hadn't even met you." His red sweatered chest puffed out.  "I know, but I'm taken."  He clinked his wine glass, full of red, with her's.  "Congrats on your promotion." "Promotion?" Cross grabbed her naked hip and kissed her cheek.  "You mean you don't know?" Cliff walked away and Apple turned her attention to the naked man grabbing her.  "Know what, Cross?  The fact that you were likely the best lay I could have had and I missed it?" Cross' eyes were confused for a moment.  "No...but that's true, no matter what Steffan says..."  He turned and gestured with his glass to where Prince Steffan was currently impaling Bette with his erection.  "Of all [Read more...]

Frozen Moustache

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Author's note:  This "Wicked Wednesday" piece has a bit of a "Movember" theme to it.  I have had a moustache and goatee for the last fifteen years...more recently, I have gone to a full beard...as such, living in Canada I do know a thing or two about frozen moustaches.  Second point, lately I have added music to these posts...but for the life of me, I am unable to find a good online version of the song I want.  "Lost in the Snow" by Bruce Hornsby...the link is not a great version, but this is what was playing as this idea...*ahem*...sprung to mind. One street lamp was our light in the cold snowy evening.  Cold enough, in fact, that my moustache was now solid as a plastic comb. We huddled together on the park bench for the warmth and I [Read more...]

Best Redhead Ever!

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"He's right, you know, you are a good girl." The blonde smiled up at her, "Thank you." "Oh, I'm Apple, by the way."  She offered her hand. "Um, nice to meet you, Apple," the blonde looked confused. Apple got off the blonde and sat on the edge of the bed.  Her naked skin was sweaty from their previous activities and she still had difficulty catching her breath.  Absently tugging at the leather collar still around her neck, her blue eyes caught the blonde's.  "And you are?" "She doesn't know."  The male voice made both women jump. In one quick motion, the blonde slipped under the purple duvet and turned to the voice.  "Who the fuck are you?" Apple, seeing the tall muscled man, smiled and did not cover up at all.  She stood and leaned [Read more...]

Collar for a Good Girl

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Press play... She allowed me to lift her head from the pillow.  I can only imagine the feeling of the leather I slipped under her neck, followed by the slight clink as the buckle was done up.  It brought a smile to her lips. It was her birthday, and I had promised her something special.  As the first part of her gift, I had given her the blindfold.  My specific instructions were to undress completely, lie on the bed and put the blindfold on.  I left her to her task and, unbeknownst to her, allowed the guests to quietly enter. The four-poster bed was covered in a deep purple duvet.  As with most bedrooms, it was normally up against one wall but for tonight's festivities I had moved it to the middle of the room before bringing four [Read more...]

Black and White

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Press play... She waited on her knees, as instructed.  Her black corset was tight, but breathable.  Cuffs bound her wrists behind her back and were connected by a longer chain to her black leather collar. I had her bend over, "doggy-style", to link the chains and put on the cuffs.  As always, I was gentle but firm with her.  She knows when to resist, and this was not one of those times. Now, however, she remained on her knees with little motion.  Her ass seated on her ankles, hands behind her, and blonde hair free.  Her black stockings showed just enough flesh of her thighs without offering too much detail.  Her black pump stiletto heels could have punctured the mattress she waited upon.  Her piercings of navel and tongue both [Read more...]

Halftime Tension Release

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The day had been horrid. Work stress was nasty with customers whining about deadlines that really were not that urgent at all...not like any lines were actually dying. My neck was sore...my back was sore...and before she arrived, my mind was deep in the flow of alcohol that I had opened myself to. She quickly became my caretaker.  Her blonde hair flew as she fluttered about and cooked dinner for us.  She forced me...FORCED ME!!!...to sit and put on the football game while she floated about the kitchen. Beers would appear on the table.  Really, it was necessary considering how badly my Broncos were losing at halftime.  Losing 24-0 was hard to watch, not that I was feeling pain at all. During halftime, she fed me a nice steak, potato and [Read more...]

Cock Worship

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I sit at my typewriter working on the great erotic novel. Yes, I use a typwriter. I clack it old school. In the background Mike + the Mechanics play one of their newer tunes, "I Don't Do Love" as the dusk begins to settle in. Speaking of old school, I am typing by candlelight. It is something every smut writer should do as the candles add a sensuality to it. They add a flavour to the process and production on the work. Weatherman says their should be snow on the ground tomorrow. Not sure what it is about the white, but it always puts a bit more romance in my writing. One minor point, I hate the word "smut". I will contradict something I said a bit earlier...I am an erotic writer...a romantic erotic writer...I do not write smut. Always [Read more...]

Restraints for the Holidays

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The bed was four-poster.  Made of walnut stained to give it a grey hue.  The manufacturer had even worked with the knots typically found in walnut, as opposed to around them.  Though it was a modern style, the knots gave it an aged look. An ostrich-style lamp was on each of the side tables.  To the right the table was shared with the typical hotel copy of The Bible and a digital clock radio.  On the left table the space was shared with a magnum of champagne and two half-full flutes. The dresser off the back-end of the bed held a blank television and a laptop computer.  The computer, opened to iTunes, currently allowed the vocals of Lawrence Gowan to drift across the room as he croons about his Criminal Mind for about seven [Read more...]