Reality in Rhythm

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Author's Note: This is the second part of my newest series of erotica, "Those That Know", and my first piece since hearing about the passing of Rush drummer and lyricist, Neil Peart. I'm not a big one on celebrity culture, but my regular readers will know that Neil will now hold a place for me along with the likes of Douglas Adams and George Carlin. Although the words below have little to do with that (mostly), I wanted to mention this having found the prompt for this week's Wicked Wednesday, "Time Keeping", well...er...well timed. Millie looked at the two erections in front of her. Her naked body was positioned on a comfy chair. She sat with legs together, specifically so her knees would fit between the two men, and her hands on her [Read more...]

Reality Expenses

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"Why is there no sex version of Guitar Hero," Millie asked as she lowered onto the erection beneath her. "There should be one!" Carter nodded and watched as his wife lowered completely, sheathing the hard cock, before stepping forward and offering his own to her lips. "I suspect," Greg said from beneath Millie in more grunt than actual voice, "they'd be worried about it causing too many insecurity issues." Millie rose and lowered on Greg's cock three times as she considered this. "They watch porn, don't they? That's pretty unrealistic and yet there is generally still a drive to have sex for folk in spite of those images." She wrapped her fingers around Carter's erection and stroked. She felt the warmth of desire to have it on her [Read more...]

Orders Given

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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...]

Polyamory and Introversion: The Anxiety of it All – A Blogiversery of Sorts

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Nine years ago...Nov 15, 2010...I began the Stranded in Toronto site on WordPress. It seems like eons ago. I recall sitting at the computer and debating the title, finally settling on Stranded as I simply missed my Rocky Mountains. That's right. They're mine. You gonna make something of it? I was listening to the song linked above by Billy Joel as I began writing this mess. A melancholy song about trying to evolve before it's too late. During that time, I did evolve. I began to push myself outside my comfort zone...made easier by the fact I found an audience that fed my need for assurance and was single, giving me the ability to search without restraint as I needed. I went so far out of my comfort zone, in fact, that I declared myself solo [Read more...]

The Shame Of It

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shame /SHām/   verb gerund or present participle: shaming (of a person, action, or situation) make (someone) feel ashamed. There is a problem with the definition above. The word, shaming, has become a word that is associated with how people are made to be ashamed over that which they cannot control. We have all heard the damage this does and how it is a form of bullying people for something they cannot necessarily control. I'm not a little guy and I've been shamed over my size being a shape, not in shape. We all have heard how a certain president was accused of raping a 13-year-old only to have it go away when the accuser was bullied through slut shaming and death threats. That same president has also shamed [Read more...]

Steph Curry and the Jets

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This morning a radio story made me angry. I'm heading into work on my usual short commute and the broadcasters tell a sad story of basketball star Steph Curry. First off, I don't like basketball...not my thing, but I understand how it is to be a fan. This, however, is not about basketball. It is not about Curry, either. He is one of, not the one, in this scenario. It seems they feel bad for Mr. Curry as he took a flight from Shanghai to New York in order to talk another player, Kevin Durant, face to face about signing with his team. He took a private jet with his own money and found out it was all for naught as Durant signed elsewhere before the flight landed. Poor Mr. Curry. All that money and time lost. Poor us. All that jet fuel [Read more...]

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...]