Kinky Elle

Bite me…please #snaperotica #ASMSG

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Sunday morning and Greg lay cuddled behind Elle in the bed. Sunlight slipped into the room past the blinds, giving a dim illumination to the dark green walls and black furniture.  The computer alarm kicked in with some Nik Kershaw doing an acoustic version of "Wouldn't It Be Good" that wafted from the speakers. Only a top sheet was left on the bed as the humidity of the evening before had both too warm for anything more.  The duvet lay strewn on the floor across the foot of the bed and stared up in disgust at being cast aside. As was typical, Greg's erection awoke first.  In turn, the hardness poking at her ass woke Elle who turned and grabbed on...thus waking Greg as well.  Early morning kisses followed, soft at first, but quickly [Read more...]

Elle Freezes Over … #snaperotica by Stranded #ASMSG

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Elle pulled her dress on and danced slightly to help it fall straight. It did not work, so Greg stepped up behind to help...sort of.  He straightened the waistband of it and then lifted the skirt. "What are you doing?" His answer was one hand on her hip and the other pushing between her shoulder blades in the international symbol of "bend over". Elle obliged. With skirt lifted, and Elle bent over on the bed in front of him...what was a guy to do other than unzip and drop his jeans to mid-thigh?  The next obvious course of action was his erection pushing between her legs. Elle, knowing where this was heading, spread her legs just a little farther apart. This did not help, unfortunately, as it lowered Greg's target and he [Read more...]

BDSM – Bur-Elle-Esque Show #snaperotica

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Elle's eyes widened as the tiny brunette danced around the golden pole and the crowd clapped along. The tiny brunette...well, she was usually brunette and currently pseudonymed as Carla Clitoris...was one of the receptionists at the club.  At the moment, she wore a Foxy Cleopatra style wig and nothing more than a gold sparkly thong and pasties. Greg and Elle were new to this place, and it was different.  This club was an older Victoria-style mansion with a pool.  Nudity anywhere and, unlike other places they had been, anytime. The lounge and bar area, where everyone was partaking of Carla Clitoris' burlesque talents at the moment, was on the ground floor along with the pool and jacuzzi areas.  The second floor was lockers and a [Read more...]

Elle and the Mistress of Eye Contact

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Author's note...this post came as result of me going to our swingers club with The Fellatio Project in mind...a few helped inspire this, and specific thanks goes to Nine, Hazel, Shy...something about those Peter Gabriel tunes, whether from his Genesis era or not, and how they kick the ass of Jackson tunes... and of course Elle "Is she bi?"  "I told you she was," Greg said with a chuckle. "Maybe you did."  Nellie turned to watch the show going on in front of them. For a Friday night, the creepy single guy factor was low...a nice change.  The walls and ceiling had their normal orange-ish glow thanks to mood lighting and whatever actual colour of paint was on the walls. Sitting together, they were on a golden-fabric [Read more...]

Sharing Elle

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Greg watched as her tongue circled the tip before her lips posted just enough to take it inside her mouth. The liquid in the clear glass bottle slowly vanished as Elle drank. A grin around the long neck formed, knowing Greg was watching her and knowing her task for the evening. Pulling Elle to the dance floor, he put his back to the wall and they danced with him behind her so she could see...so she could choose. Buck Cherry belted the dance floor speakers with drums, guitar and words... "Hey, you're a crazy bitch, but you fuck so good I'm on top of it..." Due to the volume, words were not exchanged much beyond Greg asking, "Want another drink?" Once again they were at the club. It was Friday night meaning the place was [Read more...]

Elle On Top

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Greg padded through the carpeted corridor in his bare feet. Each foot fall involved sidestepping someone in the darkness. Couples wandering through or simply standing against the wall while they did their business in nothing more than towels...though often in something much less. The back area of the club was very dark with only select lighting in some psychedelic feeling colors. The painted walls and ceiling seemed to be in some Santa Fe color tones, but with this light it was difficult to say. Finally, proper-ish light appeared from the locker room ahead and Greg quickly found what he was looking for on the reception desk...a fresh towel and a condom package. With a sigh, and new-found determination, he spun in his heels...and knew he [Read more...]

The 800th and 80,000

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The 800th post on this site...and at last check, in 30 months, my writing on this site (and the writing of the guests that have honored me by allowing me to share their words here) has been viewed 80,000 times. Wow. That's really all I have at the moment. I am mid-move, so a bit limited in creative thought, at the moment, beyond trying to figure out where my collection of Tarot Cards and mini-football helmets will go. So, the current situation is taking a few days off during this move and inventory at work...hoping my creative juices will build back up... Who am I kidding...of course they will.  The good thing is that this break is for busy reasons...not that I've run out of ideas at the moment.  I have had breaks like that [Read more...]

Second Star to the Right

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Second star to the left...and straight on 'til morning...Greg thought as the heavy dance music bass lapped at his ears and the Black Eyed Peas claimed they had a feeling. He sat on a bench made of peach fabric wearing nothing but a towel. Although, even that was strong as the towel was open and nothing was hidden. People mingled about in the near dark of the area. Limited lighting kept anonymity as an option. Random thoughts flashed through Greg's mind about how...great as the dance tunes were for club-play, he would love to hear a Rush our Foo Fighter tube mixed in. Maybe the DJ could throw on a Heart or Pink Floyd cut as a shout out to the over forty set in attendance. However Greg's distraction quickly went to oblivion as he [Read more...]