Wicked Wednesday

Swept Away in the Rainstorm

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Steam lifted off the darkened street as cars passed through puddles. The streetlights offered spots of light between the deluge and the wind. The full-length windows muted the sound of cars skidding past below. Kent stared into the darkest part of his reflection to look outside. The fluorescent lighting in the hall made it difficult to see much out there. He stood in his blue uniform with his first name embroidered on his right chest with a broom over his shoulder. No one would mistake him for a soldier carrying a rifle, but he still smiled at the thought. A car sprayed water on the sidewalk causing nearby pedestrians to scatter away from the edge. Kent chuckled and returned to his hall trek. He began whistling "If I Only Had a Brain" [Read more...]

Erotica for Just the Fifty of You

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Author's note: It's been awhile since I've offered a new series here, and after a few weeks off it is about time I returned with a Wicked Wednesday post. This is the first part of a new project I'm calling "Black Rings". Based on my notes, this one may go for a while. For the record, the last time I said something like that was the beginning of Savannah. This could be fun. She walked towards him from the club's bar area. A grin crossed her lips as she thought he looked perfect for the thoughts of erotica that her mind was basking in. He sat with his eyes transfixed on a ring on his right hand. A leather coat was open showing a dark button-down collar shirt beneath it. His graying, brown hair flickered with colour from the stage lights [Read more...]

Preparing to Find Savannah

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Author's note: Part two of the new teaser series for the upcoming project, Savannah's Alternate Universe. "So who were Benz and Grayle?" The man lifted his eyes to look over his reading glasses across the table. Brad shrugged and gave a wide grin. "Grayle was, oh I don't know, a fed investigator of some sort. Benz was her informant, I guess." "And this,..." his eyes lowered from Brad to the open manila folder in front of him. "Benz?" Brad nodded. "He was leading Grayle to...?" "To meet Savannah." The man's eyes widened and, with pen in hand, he pushed his reading glasses further up his nose. "Yes, Savannah." Brad gave a grin that was more like a grimace. With eyes returning to the file folder, the man tapped the [Read more...]

Winter Howls

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Author's note: This week's Wicked Wednesday prompt is Winter. Being I've missed a number of prompts recently, I had to get back in on this one. Who better than a Canadian, such as I, to write a piece or erotica about winter? So how's about a little tale from the British Columbia Rockies of a pair lost in the snow? How about the first real snippet of my next big project that I announced last week? Oh, and maybe, just maybe with a cameo of my most prolific of characters, so far. To set the scene, we have Benz and Grayle trudging through a blizzard after abandoning their vehicle on a mountain road somewhere just south of Yekooche, British Columbia. Press play: "The mercury's falling," Benz's muffled voice called out through his [Read more...]

Just the Girl On a Cold Night

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Author's note: This past week marks thirteen years since the passing of Robert Palmer. His music has inspired this piece. Evan waited with his fingers tapping on the dashboard. The evening was cold enough that those walking past the car breathed out white puffs of air. It was not yet cold enough to snow, but that would not be far behind. He didn't like waiting. Especially now as the car windows fogged up and there was nothing good on the radio. This was improper as she should be waiting for him. He was still the new guy to Meg, though. Meg's family and vanilla life kept getting in the way of their explorations, but they were dealing with the opportunities they had. Evan smiled. Meg was his now. Domestic Darryl, as Evan [Read more...]

Sex on the Two Broken Chairs

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Darryl lay back and stared up at the stucco ceiling. "I need more friends like you, Rufus. Most either don't want to hear about this, or don't care." Rufus stared across the room at Darryl with a pad in his lap, ready to take notes. "Meg and I have become like two chairs." Darryl turned his head to look at Rufus. "She's the majestic dining room chair, like that one beside you. It's so sturdy and confident that it will succeed in whatever it is called upon to do. I'm the wooden one you're sitting on that's ready to collapse." The open window allowed the sound of rubber on the road, as cars passed on random quests below. The room was mostly dark with only a single shaded table lamp ignited. It offered enough light to see the wall [Read more...]

Covers to Covers

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The mobile phone announced it was six thirty by playing the opening of AC/DC's Thunderstruck. An arm shot out from under the covers as Darryl attempted to destroy the menacing mobile. "Get up, sleepy," Meg murmured. With her right knee on the side of the bed, she leaned in and kissed Darryl's cheek. "You need to pick better tunes for your alarm." Darryl's blue eyes slitted open and he grinned. "The tune is fantastic, but it's too fuckin' early." As they took in Meg's tight black jeans and jacket, his eyes widened. "Wow, you look fantastic." She giggled. "This surprises you?" "Nah, but you have that vintage look. Like Whitney Houston's album cover back...I don't even remember when that was." "The 80s aren't all that vintage [Read more...]

Alpha of Dominance and Control

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Meg pushed her hips back hard, feeling his tongue claiming her. Her knees, red and sore, shook with the want to no longer stay still. Evan, on his back beneath her, lapped at her pussy. "I do love tasting my cum from you." She giggled and twitched but, as Evan had commanded, she stayed on her knees above him. Her ass was warm from Evans' earlier work, but his tongue heated it further as his stubble tickled between her cheeks. He had drawn blood from her with the flogger this evening. It had been unintentional. Although he had cleaned it up quickly, she imagined she would be going home with a light path of blood down her right buttock. The thought brought a grin that was pushed aside by her next moan. His long arm reached up [Read more...]