Wicked Wednesday

The Age Old Question

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"Does age matter?" Veronique smiled at the mic in front of her. Her brunette curls fell down the back of her deep purple sweatshirt. Her black tights and slippers were not something that would be seen as sexy, but she was able to do this out of uniform. "In a sex club? Only with regards to legal age, after that, no. The club I work for limits it a bit further, though, and you have to be over 25." "You have no limits?" the host asked in a deep voice through Veronique's headphones. First, Veronique shook her head before remembering he couldn't see her. "Not at all. I'm paid to be there and to bring pleasure to all, regardless of whether they are 25 or 75." Clover, the full-grown boxer that shared Veronique's apartment, wandered in [Read more...]

Wouldn’t It Be Good

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Author's note: My Savannah series has used a soundtrack as I wrote each part of the series. Just Prey - Savannah Book One used the tunes of Rush and Darwin's Sword - Savannah Book Two (pre-order available, and released on March 24) used the music of Peter Gabriel. So I've cheated...this week's Wicked Wednesday prompt asked for a random tune. Instead, I offer an excerpt from The Orphan War - Savannah Book Three. As you will soon read, this also worked for this week's Masturbation Monday prompt, as well. The book will be released on October 7, 2016 (my 5th annual 42nd birthday; complete coincidence). With this, I am pleased to share the two acts that are providing the soundtrack to my writing process for this one: Press [Read more...]

Pumps

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Veronique Tempest was her name. At least, that was the name most around this place knew her by. It had seemed a name that would bring thoughts of erotica to the minds of those hearing it. Her first want, to dance at the Bee-Bee Burlesque Club, would have demanded such a name. And she had a great time dancing there until the day Xavier "discovered" her. He came to her with his perfect smile, perfect physique, and simply too much money for her to not accept his offer to work at Calypso's. With such thoughts, she would have used finger quotes, but it might have caused the gentleman currently pounding her pussy pause. Her brown eyes squinted up at him as the only sign her thoughts were not on his actions. "Pounded" was the wrong [Read more...]

Swingers Threesome at Bowery Bliss

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With how many threesome stories I've written, it should be easy to come up with something new, right? I mean, in the swingers' lifestyle, these things are bloody near common. However, I've been bad. I have a new Skelly Manor short releasing on Amazon today and a new novel, Darwin's Sword - Savannah Book Two, out next month. So I may be a touch busy. Lovely Marie Rebelle took my suggestion for a prompt, and here I sit in a New York City hotel room trying to come up with a story about threesomes. Well, it is now 10:23 AM EST, and we have a lunch reservation for 11:30 AM, followed by a miserable day on Broadway seeing Bruce Willis in Misery for a matinee, and Les Miserables for an evening performance. Yesterday, no chance to write [Read more...]

Not Right Now

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Press play... "All I said was that the bird was pining for the fjords, but it seems Trisha thought I wanted more." The class erupted with laughter. The room was dark save for a white spotlight overhead featuring a black massage table at the centre. A single step surrounded the massage table where the students stood in shadowy rows around with the taller folk up on the step. It always made her happy to get the right jokes in at the right time. It always tended to take the nervous students' minds off the fact that all in the room were naked. She always felt that humor in erotica added to the stories for her, so it seemed important to add them to her BDSM teaching, as well. Her eyes fell to the gentleman on the table. "What's your [Read more...]

Machine

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Author's note...I write using music as inspiration, constantly. Ninety-five percent of what I write, in these pages, has bands heavily entrenched in the 80s/90s rock realms playing soundtrack as my fingers fly across the keys. Then came a discussion with one of my Facebook friends, Patient Lee about music...and it spawned this. The following story is a result of that discussion and this meme. I am turning on my usual 97.7 HTZ FM, an alternative hard-rock station out of St. Catharines, Ontario...and my song choice is:   "What are you doing? Playing with your camera again?" Brenda squirmed against her restraints. Her bare breasts leaned against the cool glossed wood of what felt like a St. Andrew's cross. Each arm rose [Read more...]

Director Jake and the Toybox of Doom

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Dee Lee Doo wooden dildos by Iris Trstenjak

Hamilton laid the briefcase on the bed and dragged the zipper around to open it. "If you're gonna make a sex video, a piece of art, a bit of erotica..." "Porn," Jake corrected. The greased ends of Hamilton's handlebar mustache lifted as the lips beneath it formed a grin. "Yes, porn." As though commanding hands, his eyebrows raised to signal the briefcase was being opened for the grand reveal. "Whatever the fuck you are making, you need the right toys." With the speed that his mouth fell open, Jake was surprised not to be picking up his jawbone from the floor. "That's... um... wow. I've never seen..." "Impressive, I know." "And what is this going to cost me?" "Product placement, my dear director. I require no monetary [Read more...]

Cropped Communique

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Press play...   "This is like a scene out of American Psycho." Crimson turned from the CD player and grinned at her. "If that were the case, we'd be listening to Genesis or Huey Lewis. I would think this music offers much more erotica than either of those would." "Archaic as CD players are now, Pink Floyd is a much better choice on any level." Crimson picked up the riding crop and grasped each end in order to test it for flexing. "Don't get me wrong. Huey, Phil, and the boys have their place, but not here. Pink Floyd takes me to my happy place." SNAP! The crop flew and slapped against the mattress. "Sir, we are in agreement." Nancy smiled up at him from the bed. She was on elbows and knees with wrists bound [Read more...]