Masturbation Monday: Friday the 13th

I wanted to post this on Friday, but I’m sure it was worth the wait. Enjoy!


Rolling my eyes as my coffee companion tossed a pinch of salt over his shoulder before cleaning up the mess, I continued our chat. “So yeah, you still haven’t answered my question.” I stirred my coffee, even though it had nothing in it. I used to add cream and sugar and flavoring, but then the cost of having coffee out became ridiculously expensive once I did the math. I’d rather have my own place than pay that much for extras in my caffeine fix.

“Look, I’m not boycotting. Do what you feel is right, I’ll do what I feel is necessary. I get you want to support people in their rights to be heard, but I have no idea how boycotting social media for a day is going to mean you’ll be heard. Instead, it’s going to mean there’s a new way to shut you down. You’re giving them a new weapon.” Rick couldn’t meet my eyes, but I understood his position.

“Tell me more.” I lifted the cup and sipped. Pink gloss stained the mug, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t giving up my pretty in pink gloss for anything. “And then we’re going to talk about your superstition issues.” Rick snickered at that one. It didn’t surprise me, though.

“Look, women want to be heard. I don’t understand how boycotting a social media site, or all of them, for 24 hours, is going to make them feel heard. I think what they truly need to do is to come forward. Tell their truths. Tell the things that have happened to them. Become bold and courageous and be heard.” Rick slumped into the booth. He looked exhausted. “None of this ‘wives/daughters/sisters stuff, either. All women have a right to use their voice.”

The waitress came over and I put my hand over my mug. The last thing I wanted was even more of their burnt black soulless coffee. Today’s was especially dark, like my emotions as of late. Every time I turned around, I was saying the wrong thing, doing the thing, supporting the wrong cause. Luckily, I had someone like Rick to turn me around.

He looked especially sexy today. His hair was mussed and he hadn’t shaved in quite awhile. The sweater he wore was dark and hugged him the way I wanted to wrap myself around him. I sighed and he touched my hand, which made me smile. Rick thought I was sighing about all this insanity with the world going on, but in truth, I was sighing happily about naughty thoughts of us naked together. Thoughts of rubbing my face against his hairy chest, his treasure trail, his thighs.

“Here you go.” The waitress found our check after I turned down the coffee and slid it on the table, next to my hand. She winked at me and I felt the flush creep up my skin. For fuck’s sake. I’m a gay man wearing lip gloss and eye liner and the women still hit on me. I’m always shocked they don’t go for Rick who looks uber-straight, alpha male, and has smooth charm exuding from his very being.

Rick took the check after she walked away. I was too busy looking at her in utter confusion to get it first. “Oh-ho… lookie here. You got her number. You going to call her, Steph?” I saw the glimmer in Rick’s eye as he teased me a little. We’d been talking and meeting up for a few weeks now. But only for coffee and maybe a slice of pie. I hadn’t had the nerve to ask him over and I had no idea if he were interested in me enough to show me his place.

“My name is Stephen.” I stuck my tongue out at him and flipped my hair over my shoulder. I really needed to get it cut, but life had been pretty busy lately. Between night classes and trying to earn my way up the ladder properly at the local paper, this was my current social life right now, other than social media and forums.

“Okay, how about we do something different. Instead of boycotting, we link to positive blogs and posts supporting women and women who have opened up to share their stories about sexual harassment and abuse that has happened in their lives. We can help give them a little oomph, get them to a bigger audience.” I pushed away the mug and sat back in the booth. Rick was no longer slumped, it appeared his energy had popped right back up to full force.

“Okay, we should include sex-positive articles as well. It is Kink Month, after all.” When I felt Rick’s hand touch mine again, a little zap of electricity went through me and straight to my cock. “Why don’t we get out of here? I have the afternoon off. There’s a little fall festival in the park down the street.”

For a moment, my heart stuttered. Was he asking me out? Would this be an official date? Swallowing, I nod. “I’m actually covering that for the paper, so it would be perfect. Yes.”

“Excellent. Let me take care of this.” Rick stood with the check and I shut my mouth. Normally, we split the check or took turns paying, depending on the reason. He’d paid last time, too and I wasn’t about to ruin what might turn out to be a good thing. Next time, we’d get pie and I’d grab the check.

Standing, I grabbed my jacket, but before I could slide into it, Rick was there, helping. He squeezed my shoulders, slid his hands down my arms and then grabbed my hand. “By the way, I told the waitress you’re all mine. I hope that was okay.”

A little rumble of pleasure escaped me and I grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him quick on the lips. “I’m yours.” We made our way out of the busy café. The waitress glanced at the two of us, a dreamy look in her eyes that made me wonder what she was thinking about as we walked out the door.

Rick put his arm around me and pulled me in close. The leaves were changing colors and just being in the crisp air with this burly man made my entire being feel energized. Warmth seeped into me from his body and I snuggled in closer.

“Anything you want to do first?” Rick’s voices had changed a little. It was deeper, growly, and I felt his chest rumble as he spoke.

“Make out with you.” I laughed quickly after the words escaped, trying to play off that I was being funny. Rick didn’t fall for it though and the smile on his face told me he was thinking the same thing.

“How about we skip the festival and head to my place?” Leaning down, he nibbled on my ear. I stuttered as I tried to hold back the sound of bliss that tried to escape.

“Y-yes.” My dreams were coming true. I wanted to take this man and eat him up. I wanted to be devoured by his lips and tongue. To become one with him, breathe the same breath, our hearts synched in perfect time.

Couples along the sidewalk were staring at us, which wasn’t a big deal. It was a bigger deal with those who ignored us on purpose, as if we didn’t exist. It made me want to scream out that yes, we were men who liked to kiss and fuck and to deal with it, but instead, I headed to the privacy of Rick’s apartment a short walk away.

Once the door closed and locked behind us, we were stripping each other bare, leaving a trail of clothes as he guided me towards the bedroom. I stopped him before we could go that far, however. He was naked and glorious. I needed to admire his flesh up close. I drew my fingertips down the trail that led to his cock.

“Do you like what you see?” Rick’s voice sounded small, as if he had doubts about himself. I couldn’t believe it. Broad shoulders, muscled torso, arms most men couldn’t get no matter how much they went to the gym, and his cock.

“Very much so.” Licking down his chest and abdominals, I lowered to my knees. I needed him in my mouth. His body hair tickled my tongue. It was so fucking soft and made me a little jealous. I removed all of my body hair because nothing I did could make it fine and soft.

Swirling my tongue around the tip of Rick’s cock caused him to gasp. When he closed his eyes, I pinched him lightly on the leg and sloppily let his cock fall from my mouth. “Right here, big boy. I want you to look me in the eyes while I suck you off.”

“I’ll do my best.” Rick shifted my hair back from my forehead and I resumed tonguing his cock and balls. Looking up into his eyes made things a little difficult, but seeing him react, watching his lips twitch into that smoking hot grin made me dribble from the head of my cock.

“Please, please let me fuck you right now. I don’t think I can hold off any longer.” Tormenting him a little more, I swallowed down his length and then slowly released him from the confines of my hot mouth.

I was already bent over the bed before he made his way there, cock in one hand and a tube of lube in the other. “My original plan was to find a little secret spot at the festival and fuck you without anyone realizing it, but I decided that I wanted you all to myself instead.”

Rick came up behind me and spread enough lube over my hole to grease up an entire football team. I wasn’t complaining though, the more lube, the faster the fuck once we got settled. “Yeah, get me all oiled-up honey.”

Fingers, thick, rigid, and calloused started working on me, opening me up for proper use. “Oh, good gravy, that feels so good. Please, faster. I want you.” Rick kept working at me and bent over my body to kiss, nibble, and lick along my shoulders and down my spine.

“Not like this though, I want you on your back with your legs on my shoulders.” The fact that he wanted to fuck me face to face rushed enough adrenaline through my body I broke out into a sweat. I’d never found anyone that I wanted to do that with, but Rick, I felt drawn to him.

With regret, I pulled away from him and turned over onto my back, holding my legs behind the knee. “Sounds perfect to me, big guy. Get over here and give it to me.”

That was all he needed. Rick grabbed my ankles and put them over his shoulders. He tossed the lube onto the bed and worked his way into my tight ass. “Relax baby, I won’t hurt you.” Greasy fingers pinched my nipples with a gentleness I’d never experienced before. He caressed my skin as he worked himself inch by inch into me.

“I’m going fuck you so good.” The way Rick drew the words out made me want to rush him. Shifting my hips to meet him caused a happy groan to hit my ears. “Yes, keep doing that, Stephen.”

Before long, Rick was pausing to take a breath. “Hang on, I don’t want to blow my load now that I’m inside. Fuck, your ass is so damn tight.” He reached between us and played with my balls.

“Oh hell, that’s cheating.” I squirmed against his hand, enjoying the way he played with such a sensitive part of me. And then his other hand reached for my cock.

“Maybe I can get you to relax a little if you shoot your load, baby.” While he played with my less impressive hardon, Rick groaned. My squirming was causing him issues as well and I wanted to have fun with it.

I started rolling my hips against him and he tried his damnedest to hold me still, but if he wanted to get me off, he couldn’t hold my legs, too. It didn’t take long before he gave in, grabbed my hips and short-rammed me until I exploded all over myself.

Rick removed my legs from his shoulders with a gentle touch and wrapped them around his waist. He then picked me up and crawled onto the bed with me as carefully as he could. Every jolt, every movement, pushed me even deeper into satisfaction. I never wanted it to end. I wanted him to fuck me over and over until I drenched both of us in come.

After getting us even more ramped up while getting us situated, Rick kissed me. His tongue traced along my lips and then slid inside. His hips moved ever so slow against mine, the puddle of come sticking to our skin. The smell of sex and his alpha male musk assailed me and I squeezed him tighter to me.

“Stephen, I have a confession to make.” Rick stared down into my eyes and stroked the locks of hair around my face. “I wanted to fuck you the moment I saw you the first time we met up. But one we started talking, I knew you were worth waiting for and I’m glad I did.”

“Me, too Rick.” He used his teeth to graze along my jawline, to my neck, and then my collarbone. He angled himself to nibble and lick my nipples. But our hips, while barely moving, were synched as we rocked into one another.

“Now… now, I’m going to fuck you.” Rick’s eyes went a little wild and I shuddered, wondering, waiting to see what he would do next. As he grabbed my wrists and forced them above my head, I tightened my legs around his waist.

One hand held my wrists, while the other lifted my hips just so. “Yes, right there, hard and fast.” I lifted my hips to meet him and then he held me fast.

“Don’t move.” Rick dug himself into the mattress and used the springs to bounce into me, hard and fast. Jolts went to all of my senses. I wanted to close my eyes and dig my head into the pillow, but his voice brought me back. “I want you to look at me while I come inside you, baby.”

So, I did my best. I watched his face and stared into his beautiful warm, loving eyes as he filled my ass to overflowing. Kisses rained down upon my face once Rick regained his senses. He licked his lips and slid down off of me, licking up the mess I’d made earlier.

“This is the best Friday the 13th ever.”


You can find more delicious and naughty stories over at Masturbation Monday hosted by the lovely Kayla Lords. If you haven’t submitted your own story as well, and write romance, erotica, or some combination of the genres and sub-genres, please consider doing so.

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Technical Blather: Theme Issues

Another Update

Okay, so the slider is across the page… which is the only way it displays anything properly. Nothing I’ve tried with the css is working for it to be displayed inline with the sidebar, therefore, giant slider.

At this point… this is what it is. I’m not happy, at all. I may once again revert entirely to the old theme (right now I’m somewhere in between the two and I have no idea how… it may be because I was messing with options and saving/publishing prior to downloading the legacy file).

We’ll see. not happy! And if I’m not happy, how am I supposed to write glorious smutty stories to get you off?

End Another Update

Apologies for the downtime, folks. For some reason my theme likes to go wonky and not update itself. No idea why, but everything is okay. The bland theme you see here now will not be hanging around for long. Once I figure everything out that is…

The site may go down again due to an upgrade with my lovely hosts who like me enough to save me some cash. Please be patient.

And now that it did update, it messed up everything. I tried a rollback with a legacy options upload, but everything is still messed up. Please bear with me.

A Penny for your Thoughts: Safe, Sane, and Consensual

First, I want you to take a moment and follow Professor Sex on Twitter. October is National Kink Month and she’s doing lots of education tweets about the Kinky Life.


Confiscated From Pinterest

It seems to be inevitable. Each time I mention ‘safeword’ on Twitter, someone has to reply that their safeword is basically something that’s just there. It exists, but it doesn’t really have meaning. I feel that this is unsafe, dangerous, and abuse. If you’re with your partner for years, and not trying anything new, perhaps you know them well enough that you can slow down, or stop, from just watching their body movement and reactions. However, that’s not the case with people who are exploring kink.

You should always have a safeword, and it should always be obeyed.

Hell, when I was researching rope bondage with my friend, we both agreed to have a safeword. There wasn’t anything else involved other than him binding me, but on the chance that I freaked out for some reason, felt uncomfortable, or ended up in some kind of pain – we were prepared. I trust this person with my being. I pretty much tell him everything. I would have skipped the safeword altogether, but we both know that things go sideways.

If you practice gagging and use ball gags or other mouth bondage devices, you still need safe signals.

I will never, ever stop supporting the use of safewords. If the Dom continues the scene after the sub uses their safeword – that is abuse. Yes, there can be “Sorry, did you safeword?” mistakes. But, there are people out there who are malicious and will not obey the guidelines of safe, sane, and consensual.

If you follow me on Twitter, you know I don’t live a kinky lifestyle. I’m single, not seeing anyone, and my cat thinks he’s my boyfriend. I do read a lot about the BDSM Life. I have many friends who live kinky lives. Every time I pick up a book and find out that there’s no discussion between a couple, no safe word chat, no “Oh, hey baby, can I tie you up?” it makes me want to throttle the author. This is unsafe practice. If my friend had taken me into a room, blindfolded me, bound me to a stool, and then stood back to watch me freak out, I’d be pissed. I’d never speak to him again. And yet these authors are putting these stories out into the world where the sub doesn’t know anything about the world of kink. Mainly because their partner decided to just do whatever they wanted instead of talking to them. This teaches people in the real world that it’s okay to do that. It teaches submissives that it’s okay to have that done to you. It’s not okay. It’s abuse.

If you’re new to the kink lifestyle, try following LovingBDSM on Twitter. Tons of advice and a Podcast!

There’s another acronym called R.A.C.K. (Risk Aware, Consensual Kink). However, once again, I will stress the need for safewords. Know your partner. Know your surroundings. Have a verbal agreement. Get rid of the grey areas in your kinky life. One safeword sometimes isn’t enough. It’s okay to use Green/Yellow/Red as your safewords, but you need to discuss what they mean.

I’m also a huge supporter of the Emphatic Yes. “Do you like that?” Yes. “Would you like me to do that more?” YES. “Do you want me to do it harder/faster/deeper?” Yes Yes Yes! You can’t deny the good feeling when someone is very clearly saying “Oh yes, more of that, please yes, give me more, I want that again, yes yes yes!”


Please, be safe in your kink! A safe BDSMLife is a Happy BDSMLife. Don’t end up in the hospital because someone decided to go way beyond your comfort zone. Be Aware. Be Safe. Be Kinky!

Masturbation Monday: Possession – Episode One

Good evening, folks. I am (kind of) cheating this week. I am so far behind in my writing, it’s ridiculous. And I’m hungry. A starving artist is just that – hungry for actual food.


“Kendrick, this is Maryann over at Possession. We’d like to discuss your starting date and a time to fill out employee paperwork. Please give me a call back. You have our number.” I looked at my phone, mouth open, eyes wide. I’d just gotten out of class and saw the blinking light that I had a notification. Thrill ran through me. I got the job!

“Hey man, are you okay?” Todd smacked me hard on the shoulder and my expression changed from one of shock and happiness to pain. I clenched my jaw but my grunt of agony could still be heard. White spots clouded my vision and when the pain subsided, Todd’s voice rang in my ears. “Oh hell, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’ll make sure my physical therapist knows you’re abusing me more than she is.” Surgery had waylaid me from athletics. My scholarship went shortly after. My part-time job didn’t pay enough to cover my expenses, so instead of packing up and running home, I decided to do my damnedest to make ends meet. When I saw the job for a bartender making twice an hour what I currently pulled in, I couldn’t resist.

“Um, so what was that all about? Did something happen?” Todd’s eyes roved, leering a little at some of the hot girls on campus. Todd could be such a dog and the girls fell all over him.

“That job, I got it. I’ll be bartending every night for a few hours and making double what I’m making at the construction gig. They cut my hours and changed me to light duty after my injury, plus I was off all that time without any pay. I can’t ask my parents for more money since insurance isn’t covering some of my hospital bills.” I pulled the handle up on my roller-backpack, which was an embarrassment all on its own. Even though I still wore a sling occasionally, people still asked me about the damn thing. I liked it though.

“Wait, the job at the club in the middle of nowhere? What was the name again?” Todd’s eyes had widened and he’d stopped staring at girls to look hard at me. Nothing made Todd stop checking out girls, so I knew something had truly concerned him.

“Possession. Yeah, the one in the middle of nowhere. Why? What have you heard?” When he started snickering like a ten-year-old boy, I rolled my eyes. “Okay, don’t tell me then.” I started to walk away.

“Dude, it’s a sex club.” Todd was almost rolling on the ground laughing. Tears leaked from his eyes. People stopped to stare at him. Todd did his best to get himself back together, but still burst out laughing a couple of moments later.

“No freaking way. Nothing about the place says sex club. It’s just another place for the rich to throw their money away and I plan to rake up a hell of a lot in tips.” I shook my head and continued my way. I was using my other hand to go to my recent calls so I could schedule a meeting with Maryann about paperwork.

“No, really. I know some people who went there. It’s totally a sex club. They whip people there, man.” Todd pulled out his own phone, but I ignored what he was doing.

When I got her voicemail, I cringed. I didn’t have an excuse to walk away from Todd and his crazy notions. “Good afternoon, Maryann. This is Kendrick. I am available all afternoon tomorrow to fill out paperwork. Sorry to have missed your call. Let me know the best time for you. Thank you for this opportunity.” I clicked end call and pocketed my phone, only to look over and see Todd hitting play on a video of someone dressed in heavy leather spanking a woman who was tied down.

“See? This is what they do there. I swear. I’ll call the guy who sent me this and you can talk to him if you want.” Todd’s voice faded away as I watched the video. It was on a loop and kept repeating the same minute. The woman had mascara tracks down her cheeks and was looking over her shoulder at this big brute as he spanked her, telling her she was a bad girl and needed punished.

“I don’t care what your friend sent you. There’s no way they are a sex club. I did my research.” Deep down I was a little shocked, but not at the woman being tied down and spanked, not at finding out Possession was a sex club, but of the raging hardon hiding behind my untucked button-down shirt.

You can find a new episode of Possession Every Thursday – Exclusively on Radish!


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Adventures in Writing: Accidental Homework Assignment

This post comes to you today due to my Twitter Tribe – so many amazing people coming together to support and bolster each other in times of need. Today, we have challenged ourselves to a homework assignment.


I’m mostly writing a post so that all the details are in one place (for me, because I’m absentminded more often than not) and for those who possibly missed something due to real life projects. Totally by accident, we have a homework assignment due Friday Nightish (due to timezone differences) that has to be 1500 words (minimum it turns out).

Also, this keychain must be involved. I know, you love the mini flogger and fuzzy balls. Admit it. Anyway, Dr. J. asked what it invoked and it became an entire thing and now there’s a homework assignment (technically, that means it’s her fault, right?) Anyway. This keychain is central to the story along with a key, of course – what’s a keychain without a key?

So far we’ve mentioned a professor (please do not use any descriptions of real persons, dead, undead, alive, in the story – yes I’m being silly, but things have changed!! No really, no real peoples please!), a student, a lecture hall, a coffee shop, pumpkin spice, hot cocoa, and a maintenance person or janitor. It’s going to be comedic and absurd in an Austin Powers sort of way, but with actual sex. So far in this amazing heroic feat with lots of sexy comedy is: Dr. J., Professor Sex, John Benson, Gio the Arrogant, Nicci Haydon, PhAfterDark, and myself. These stories will not be available outside of email (unless changed to protect identities that may or may not have been utilized). There’s also no working together (no cheating) and no sharing. I’ve already got my title, folks and I can’t wait to dig in!

PS: This is why having a group of people who support, respect, and love you is important. They don’t have to write in the same genre as you either, but hopefully they’ll offer help, ideas, talk about plot bunnies and twisty ideas with you. They’ll hold your hand, physically or virtually, when things go sideways. They’ll laugh and cry with tears of joy when you get the best news ever.