Wicked Wednesday

In the Cold

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Author's note: this week's Wicked Wednesday meme is to write a tale of erotica based on something that happened on Titanic...um, yeah, but... "Calli, this is going to be much too cold." "But we can heat it the fuck up." She grinned up at him. "Chicken? Paul, are you chicken?" Unbuttoning her coat, she dropped it from her shoulders into a pile of snow. Her naked athletic physique caught shine from the sunlight above and reflected off the blues and whites of snow below. Her naked hips moved with rhythm and grace, leading her towards a wall of white. She was as tall as he was with a similar shade of black curls, albeit much longer down her pale skinned back. "Oh, you are so beautiful and brave," Paul said with a grin as he [Read more...]

First Glimpse of Tapestry

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Author's note: ...and, we're back. We all thought, with all the celebrity deaths and the idiocy of Brexit and Trump, that 2016 was a bad year. We had no idea. Anyone watching our host, Marie Rebelle's, Twitter feed knows what she's going through...and our thoughts are often with her. We've had a similar first half to 2017, albeit not as extreme. My father has had two surgeries so far, one being of the major cancer variety; Laura, my wife's father has had a recent severe setback in his battle with dimension and hearing loss; and Laura herself has been out of work for a while now. Thus the stress levels have been high, and this is my excuse for not writing at my typical clip. As such, today this excuse gets kicked to the curb. These books [Read more...]

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...]