Escitalopram and the Erotic Blur

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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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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...]

Polyamory and the Celebrity Couple

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One thing that I despise is celebrity culture. When I was really young, Star Wars first exploded through cinemas and I had my first tastes of pro sports. Back then, I cared. I wanted to know what Mark Hamill was doing, I wanted to watch Chico Resch or Craig Morton practice, and I had a massive crush on Lynda Carter. Things were different back then, however. In the early 80s, Entertainment Tonight was just starting out while TMZ and Twitter still a quarter Century away. Since then, the combination of paparazzi and social networks combining in the age of acceptable Big Brother has left us with a ridiculous level of gotcha journalism. We now know too much about celebrities. These are just people who often have pretty faces. Many [Read more...]

The Snuggler’s Vignette

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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...]

America, A Once Proud Nation (Four Nights in Hotlanta)

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As we met new people, our declaration of being Canadian was usually followed by apologetic faces on their part. I mean, we're the Canucks; we're the ones supposed to be apologizing. The female partner of one couple we met said, "Why are you here? You must hate us." We don't hate the US. As one who studies Canadian - American interactions pointed out, Canadians often make fun of Americans as we get smothered by their presence being we are such a smaller country. One Canadian comedian wrote a piece about, after Orange was first elected, how Canada was at the same bar and trying to convince the US it had too much to drink and now better get home to face its spouse. (I've been unable to find the link and will edit this if I do). Let's be [Read more...]