• D/s,  Masturbation Monday,  Short Fiction

    Five Minutes

    Closer now, you timid thing, no need to be so shy. I know, you’re so exposed and it’s all so new and fresh. I can hear your heart beating from here, I can smell your excitement and see it dribbling from your cock. My cock. Isn’t that right? Whose is this? I can’t hear you, Pet. Ahhhh yes. Very good. Next time I want that answer right away, got it? Good boy. I’ll give you five minutes. Five minutes to explore me and learn all you can … but by touch alone. Slip this on. There you go. Is it too tight? How does it feel to be robbed of…

  • D/s,  Daddy,  Every Damn Day In June 2019,  Masturbation Monday,  Short Fiction

    Put Me Into Slut Space – Every Damn Day In June – 18/30

    Confession: Sometimes I need to be held against you tenderly, breathing in your woodsy scent, basking in your forehead kisses and booty rubs. Other times I need to feel you switch off my mind with your words and touch, to become nothing but the warm meat you use to get yourself off, just a dutiful slut who takes what she’s given and whimpers quiet thank yous if required. Please use me roughly, flood my mouth and cunt and ass with your come. Stretch me and soil me, slap my ass until it’s red and raw, pissing a hot arc of your ownership over it. Laugh and tease me as it…

  • Every Damn Day In June 2019,  Short Fiction

    Call and Answer – Every Damn Day In June – 8/30

    I’ve been trying to do my best at revising old drafts and reworking some older pieces. I believe I published this long ago before this iteration of this blog. Am I padding my stats for Every Damn Day In June? Maybe. But does it matter? It’s a good piece. Let me know if you like it! The wind is picking up, warm and dry from the south and the candy sweet smells of a carnival are carried over the dry fields where the red and yellow tents sprawl. The storm clouds are menacing and dark, dripping with malice and flattening the light, muffling the creaking, lustful moans of the calliope.…

  • D/s,  Every Damn Day In June 2019,  Short Fiction,  Wicked Wednesday

    Breakthrough – Every Damn Day In June – 5/30

    My fingers are in my mouth because he wants them there. Three of them, my pinky and thumb hugging my cheeks which are slick with drool, my palm pressed into my tongue, the trap door of my throat pulsing as he goads me on gently. He’s proud of me. His voice is heavy and stern but thick with love, both a hug and a slap. He knows I’m humiliated as he calmly tells me to speak. I pull my drenched fingers from my mouth to sputter the single word he wants to hear and I’m instantly admonished, caught on a technicality; he never said I could stop sucking. It’s like…

  • LDR,  Short Fiction,  Wicked Wednesday

    Blueberry Pancakes

    It would be a beautiful afternoon, cloudless, bright and blue. I’d check into our hotel room around the time your plane arrived, knowing you’d have security to go through and the short cab ride before you’d swipe your card in the door and it would close behind and suddenly we’d be breathing the same air in the same room. I imagine the moment would be imperfect, your text from the lobby would be delayed or I’d have had a moment of anxiety, standing and sitting and pacing and sitting again, “acting casual” but rushing to the door at the last moment, both of us freezing in action as our eyes…

  • Masturbation Monday,  Short Fiction

    It’s 3am, I must be lonely

    It wasn’t a booty call. It might have been, except it was only a text and because we’d been messaging on and off for a few hours. He’d regaled me with the triumphs of making pizza with a friend that evening, I’d shared about my quiet Sunday. It was late and we both should have been asleep. Me: How are you doing? It’s late, aren’t you sleepy? Him: I dunno. I guess. Kind of horny. Me: Ahhh, well, don’t let me keep you … Him: But … I mean … we could … Me: I’m not much in the mood, but please, enjoy. Him: Okay 🙁 Me: Sweet dreams, talk…

  • Short Fiction,  Wicked Wednesday

    Double Your Pleasure, Double Your Fun

    The fee was exorbitant but Raymond had to admit, the data base seemed impressive and the testimonials were encouraging. He entered his credit card information and registered, and within minutes he was logged in. The website was a discovery borne of insomnia and the hefty payout from his recent redundancy at work. He was bored and horny and climbing the walls, so when he saw a banner ad on his favourite porn sight for DoppleBanger.com he was intrigued. It was an elite website selling lifetime memberships dedicated to helping people find, and hopefully fuck, their doppleganger. Ever the narcissist, Raymond had stiffened at the thought of fucking a living double…

  • #fridayflash,  Flash Fiction,  Short Fiction

    While the Desert Sun Sets

    “It starts,” she said, her lips achingly close to my ear, “Right here.” She snaked her arms around me from behind and her palms pressed into my solar plexis. She began to slowly stamp her foot, tapping my abdomen to the beat, the tempo increasing, an undercurrent of Spanish guitar conjured up by imagination. dun dun dun dun-dun dun dun dun And so we danced, stomping and turning, like a bull in a ring, we, a beast with two backs, clung together in the still desert night, dancing to ancient rhythms only we could hear. Her cheek was damp against my temple as her hips directed mine pushing me around…

  • Short Fiction

    The Waiting Game

    {as with all my work, the characters depicted here are intended as mutually consenting adults, regardless of the nature of their role}   She appreciated that he still read books, real books, made of paper, smelling faintly of ink, sometimes curled at the edges, their pages softening and thickening over time. She enjoyed watching him read, the casual care with which he cradled the spine of the book, the way his fingertips would move to the corner of the page as his eyes devoured the words upon it, perfectly timing the turning of the page, his thoughts and focus uninterrupted. High above him on the stairs, looking down into the…

  • Short Fiction,  Wicked Wednesday

    Show Me What You See

    “We should make some porn.” I say it casually, as I take a sip from my mug, waiting for his response. His eyes flash and his lip curls slightly. “Oh?” He’s intrigued and leans forward towards the webcam. His voice drops a quarter octave and he smirks. “Tell me more.” “Oh, I dunno. But wouldn’t it be hot? Between us we have all the gear and I’m sure we can find an opportunity. Or if not video, maybe you could just take some pictures of me.” He shifts in his seat and sips his water, thinking. “It’s an interesting suggestion from someone so camera shy.” That smirk is going absolutely…

  • Masturbation Monday,  Short Fiction

    Of Course

    She’s moving between my legs, dragging hot kisses down my thighs, her eyes peeking over my mound, eyebrows waggling. “Ugh, you don’t need to do this … I can’t believe you want to …” I’m cut short as her thumbs splay my cunt open and her lips latch onto my tender clitoris. I yelp and the pleasure of her mouth floods my body and I can’t stop her, I don’t want her to stop. She nibbles daintily, flat firm tongue following. I sink back into the sofa and push her hair back so I can see her angelic face, eyes closed with determination, mouth soft and pliant, moving around my vulva…

  • January Jump Start,  Kink of the Week,  Lingerie Is For Everyone,  Short Fiction

    Panty Thief

    Nate sat in the armchair in the corner of his room, naked, cross legged. His tablet was perched precariously on the arm of the chair, the same short video playing that he had been watching for weeks, ever since he’d moved in. Renting a room in a house with a woman was a new experience, one that he hadn’t expected would be so challenging, despite always having lived alone. Against his own better judgement, he had moved into this house with a woman that he found intoxicatingly beautiful and incredibly unattainable. In the beginning he had chalked it up to basic lust and being single for awhile, but now he…