Wicked Wednesday

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...]

A Night’s Turn About

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Wendy closed the cab door behind her and turned to look up the steps of her building.  The building looked back with its non-descript door between the closed security garage doors of retail outlets on either side. Inside would be a straight run of stairs up three flights to her apartment at the back. The building stood guard over the shorter buildings around it at the corner of Bathurst and Bloor. There wasn't much up there for her tonight. She tapped her toe on the sidewalk and glanced around. There was a bottle of rum, an overstuffed pillow, and a night with Netflix if she turned the key now. Thoughts of watching the gorgeous, goofy redhead on Kimmy was appealing, but she didn't want to resign her evening to that just yet. A [Read more...]

Servicing the Captain’s Daughter

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"Starship captain?" Her smile was wide and honest. "Yes." "A military vessel?" Demlin shrugged and pulled her hair gently until he found the right spot. "Precisely," she hissed. Her head moved back with each pull of her hair. "Well, Captain Linda, it is an honour to have you in my shop." He glanced at the mirror and briefly locked eyes with Linda's daughter, Marcy. Snip Three-inch strands of hair fell to the ground as passersby in the mall were unaware. Marcy pretended to flip through a magazine. Her eyes shot up and joined Devlin's with a don't you dare stare. Her brunette locks were next in line for Demlin to have his way with. With mother here, however, that was the only service she would be getting this [Read more...]

The Choice is Yours

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Nina smelled fear in the air. The crisp cold air carried it to her nostrils quickly, and she imagined this had to be what Leslie Nielsen felt in one of those Naked Gun films. A glance down at her rifle confirmed the paint-cartridge was cocked and fully loaded. It was one thing to ride Kevin, but it was quite another to blast the fuck out of him with red paint. Good thing he wore a mask. She glanced around the tree, but couldn't see him. Her ears had picked up movement over the ambient birds, breeze, and babbling brook, but nothing in sight. Her long blonde hair was tucked, uncomfortably, into the blue camouflage helmet. In fact, she was entirely decked out in what was likely the unsexiest outfit ever; loose-fitting blue fatigues. A [Read more...]

Director Jake and the Opportunity of Karine

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Author's note: This is an excerpt from Director Jake in the Dungeon of Crimson, which will be available on Kindle June 17. Sensual overload. I’m not sure how else to describe Crimson Drake’s party. I’ve never experienced anything remotely like it. There were bodies everywhere and, being the reporter that I am I feel the need to mention that none of them were dead. Quite the opposite, in fact. “Karine? Are you okay?” It was Jake asking me and even with his masque his blue eyes showed his concern. I think I jumped on hearing his voice as the scene had taken me almost like the fog of war. My ears were ringing from all the orgasmic moans around me just as they would if a grenade went off beside me. Pulling myself together, I [Read more...]

The Freedom Cage

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The cage moved. It swung forward and back, almost to the beat of the tune wafting in from the overhead speakers. It was four feet from the floor, and the audience gave it a wide radius to avoid injury. The first time this had happened, Kara had been rather concerned. It had swung causing her to lose balance and crash against the side of steel bars. The bruises were odd and, unlike when Jon flogged her, not at all pleasant. She had learned, however. Learned to keep her balance as the cage moved. Learned to dance and keep rhythm even as the scene might spin around her. Tonight the scene was as usual as this place ever got. "I'm going to fuck Emma tonight," Jon had told her. He had zipped up the back of her dress earlier and [Read more...]

Whistling for Tidbits

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Author's note: Marie Rebelle was kind enough to let me pick this week's Wicked Wednesday prompt. This is my third attempt to write this piece as inspired by music...which is something my writing is always inspired by. This week also holds special meaning for me as tomorrow (May 11) marks fifteen years since the passing of Douglas Adams (Towel Day is May 25...tell your friends!). My first attempt was using the music of Level 42, a band who's very name shows how Douglas inspired them. The next attempt used Pink Floyd, a band that inspired Douglas. Both pieces that, with some work, will show up on these pages later. But then I realized, there was only one song I can use for this: Press play... "I liked their porn." "Carson, watch [Read more...]

Dogging and Spanking Approach

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no idea why this is in a public park by Richard Schatzberger

"You have any limits I should be aware of?" Ellen pulled Travis by the hand through the park. "Limits? Well, I don't really want to get caught by the cops or anything." "Yeah, that's not why I do this either. I'm good being caught by others wanting to join in, but not being caught." "No pain and no humiliation." She nodded and glanced up at him. "The humiliation goes hand in hand with getting caught by authority type folks." "Yeah, and...where are we going?" The park was lush with the first spring growth. The asphalt path was black and still wet with the fresh melt of this year's snow. Ahead, two triangular sets of stone slabs allowed the walking path to continue beneath a road overhead. "The bridge," Ellen growled. [Read more...]