Check What’s Up: Things Are Happening

Sometimes when life gets busy, you get beaten down and exhausted. On top of that, I’m still fighting the winter blues. Things are happening, but unfortunately, for the past three weeks, they haven’t been happening here. I feel bad because the last post, Possession Episode Three, truly was a placeholder to give me time to write and focus. Focusing is damn hard in the winter. I honestly wish I could hibernate a week or so at a time during the cold, overcast months.

So without further ado, let me tell you what’s been happening in the background.

I’ve started several posts and haven’t finished any of them. Ideas flow, and I write them down, but nothing is grabbing my attention. The day job is pulling me in several directions (sometimes all at once) so I end up feeling fuzzy-brained when I get home. Today is the first day I finally allowed myself to take a nap and if I had given myself permission over the past three weeks to do just that, I might not be as far gone as I am.

You’ll remember in this post about Gio and the SistersInSmut doing a podcast together. Unfortunately, that podcast was completely and irrevocably corrupted. I guess our hot smutty goodness was way too much for the service and something went pffftz. Anyway, we have rescheduled to attempt take two of the podcast and hopefully it will be as awesome (if not more so) than the one that went pfffftz. (Pffftz isn’t a word, I know, it’s a sound. You’ve heard it or made it yourself. It’s fun. Pffftz.)

I’m doing my best to keep up with Possession – and pretty much faltering at everything else. Getting an episode out every other Thursday instead of every Thursday is temporary (which means, I’m writing this post instead of Possession because I took a nap). I’m taking care of myself (now). Last night, I treated myself to Valentine’s Day Dinner and that’s the first time I’ve gone out in quite a while. When winter comes, all I want to do is stay inside, which makes things worse. Cabin fever didn’t even hit me this year – which usually happens on the day of the deepest snow and coldest temperature.

The good news in all of this, is that I had a super smutty, super hot dream, and once I get out of this little funk, you’ll have a new story to read. 

Luckily, I have my Sisters in Smut to keep me going. They’re the most supportive people I’ve come across in a very long time. They beta read my stories more often than not. We offer each other constructive criticism. We chat every single day, either through twitter or text. We have skype sessions. I may not get to see them every single day and hug them and squeeze them and pet them… wait where was i? Oh, right. It’s awesome having Oleander Plume and Dr. J. (and Nicci Haydon when she comes out of her writing/editing cave) to keep me going even when all I want to do is fight the dust bunnies for a spot under my desk and take a cat nap.

Speaking of hugging and squeezing – once I get plane tickets, the Sisters and I are going to cause some serious trouble in May. Lookout for strange weather patterns, zombies wandering the streets, smutty goodness breaking out in the shopping malls. Or, I don’t know, the potential to cause a nuclear meltdown with just the three of us in the same vicinity. I honestly cannot wait. I want to pack my bags and be on the beach right meow. (Yes.  I said it.)

And, if you think it can’t get any hotter while Oleander and I are visiting Dr. J. – change your mind right now because we’re hoping to meetup with several other smutty community members as well while we’re there.

Alright folks, I’m off. Probably going back to bed shortly. Note to All of You: Take care of yourself. You’re the only You there is in the world.

Excerpt: Possession: Episode Three – Kendrick

Hey everyone! I hope the first month of the new year has been going well for you. Keep up with those resolutions if you dared to make them, I know you can do it. If you need a smutty break (and who doesn’t?) here’s an episode of Possession for your enjoyment!


“You’ll put my name on the list, right?” Todd’s face appeared earnest but I knew him too well. However, we were alone in the dorm room, so it might be genuine since there weren’t any women around for him to gawk at. He’d already asked me five times and I reached the end of my rope.

“No, man. I can’t do that.” I tapped with one finger on my phone to help keep count while I did exercises for my arm and shoulder. My anger levels had risen a little since not being active. Running drills, lifting weights, taking a long run in the evening used to blow off whatever steam I had in the off-season. During the season, all I needed were a few good hits. I never realized until I’d been put on the permanent injured list how much Todd truly irritated me.

“What? Why?” He stopped throwing the orange squeeze ball at the wall and sat up, swinging his long legs over the edge of the bed. “I thought we were best buds.” The wounded note in his voice sounded real. Who is this guy?

“Look, I start training tomorrow after my last class. I don’t even know if there is a list. I go through some kind of special orientation tomorrow afternoon. That’s all I’ve been told. Sorry, man. And don’t be showing up at the door throwing my name around, either. You’ll get me fired and then I’ll have no choice but to go home.” I gave him the look I gave opposing teams, the one that let him know he’d be hurting pretty bad if he decided to mess with me.

“Yeah, man. Okay, I got it. Brand new job. You get all the breaks.” Todd hopped off the bed and headed for the door. I stayed silent, wondering if he’d realized where he went wrong in that statement.

When he paused and looked back at me, I was sure he was about to apologize. “Look, so maybe in like a couple of months you’ll get me in, right?”

“I’m going to throw this weight at you if you ask me again.” My voice was very soft, with a bit of effort as I lifted the stupid little weight. I needed to heal. I followed every rule the physical therapist gave me. She let me know I could push a little, but not so much that I land back on the operating table.

“Alright, I’m out. Don’t wait up.” Todd closed the door hard enough to blow my concentration. I set the weight down and stared at it. I wasn’t sweating from the exertion, I was sweating because of my emotions. Or so I told myself.

Closing my eyes and breathing didn’t help as much for me, either, so I got up and grabbed my towel. The exertion with the weight had taken a toll, so I grabbed my sling and put it on, then headed for the shower.

******

Maryann giggled and I smiled. “You’re such a bad boy, Kenny. Do you mind if I call you Kenny?” The way her fingers drew down my arm and her voice went all sultry caused my heart rate to spike. We were sitting close together in the club. Her thigh rested against mine, soft pale skin against my khakis. Everything seemed fuzzy around the edges and we were completely alone.

In the short time I’d known Maryann, she hadn’t appeared to be the type to giggle in the way she was right now. She appeared serious but someone who could also have fun. The giggling and my surroundings made me realize that I was dreaming. Once I realized it was a dream, I decided to fully engage.

And then my alarm started screeching. I hit snooze, but the bubble had popped and I couldn’t recapture it. I stretched, careful of my shoulder, then sat up. Todd’s bed was empty across the room. Not knowing how much time I’d have alone, I got up and started getting ready to go. The quicker I was out the door, the less I’d have to worry about hearing his sexcapades from the night before.

It didn’t take long and I headed for the nearest coffee cart. I kept thinking about tonight, the training I’d be doing. The brochures Maryann had given me were full of information. I had even searched online for some of the things mentioned before falling asleep. I felt a little in over my head, but there was nothing for me to do but jump.


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Masturbation Monday: Ring My Bell – Part Three

Well boys, I hope you’ve enjoyed the ride! This is the end of Ring My Bell. Have fun! In case you missed something: Part One | Part Two


“Sounds like someone is super desperate to come.” The baby girl voice taunts you. You want to grab her by the head and fuck her mouth until you explode into sweet bliss, but your hands are tied. Your ankles, also bound. Struggling does you no good at all.

“I’m sure we can make him beg harder. Maybe what he really wants is a rough rubdown.” Two hands roughly massage your torso, your upper arms, applying pressure and kneading away at your tension. Or, at least some of your tension. Currently, it all resides in the super sensitive head of your cock. Jizz drips down the side to pool at the base, drip ioto your balls, and is then lapped up by an eager tongue.

“Or maybe he wants light caresses instead.” Feather-light touches follow the baby girl voice. Up and down your calves, along your thighs. Fingertips twitch and tap against your heated flesh. It’s all you can do to not scream out in need.

Giggling from the one girl ensues, and then cackling from the other. You’re blind-folded and have no idea what might be making them giddy with this kind of excitement. A drawer opens and closes. A buzzing sound appears next to your left ear. There must have been a vibrator of some kind in the drawer. You hadn’t checked things out that thoroughly before. A moan is ripped from your lungs when it touches your flesh. Vibrations against your nipples, both at the same time. Both girl has their own toy to tease you with.

“Where do you think we can use these sexy things?” The baby girl runs the toy along your inner thigh. The buzzing gets louder as she speeds up the toy. You can’t spread yourself open the way you want to, so she goes back down along the back of your knee instead.

A little touch is all you need. A little buzz of joy and you’ll come screaming. You hope and pray they decide to finish you off. The other woman uses her toy to taunt one nipple while she pinches and twists the other. She switches off and on to keep you guessing and writhing against the sheets.

“I wish I could ride him. I’d ride him until he burst.” The husky voice comes closer to your ear as she speaks and then nips your ear lobe. Thoughts of how happy you are that this place exists run through your mind and then vanish as pleasure forces your thoughts elsewhere.

There’s a vibe against your balls on a very low, intermittent setting. Buzz Buzz Buzzzzz. Then it stops. Buzz Buzz Buzzzz what seems like an eternity later. And then, a trickle of fear runs through you when you hear the tinkling of a bell. The masturbation bell.

The buzzing against your balls continues, but the women stop their torture. You can hear them moaning again, fingers making their pussies wet and slick while they move them in and out. A hand firmly grabs your cock and works it, but not very well, they’re too focused on themselves. All three of you are going through this torment of edging pleasure. When will you be allowed to come?

Within moments, within a handful of strokes, the ringing stops. All three of you are panting. The smell of sex fills the bedroom even more now. It takes a few deep breaths and some light laughter as the ladies regain their composure.

“Do you think they’ll let us ride him? I need a good fucking. I can’t keep my orgasm from happening much longer.” Light caresses run up and down your sternum, to your belly button, then back again. You’re not sure which lady is doing it, but it feels so good. Exactly what you need after being teased with an awkward hand job.

“I hope so. We’ll take turns. Should we flip a coin?” Giggling again. You can’t help but lick your lips and take the touching and whatever else they come up with this time. The Buzz Buzz Buzzzz continues against your balls and sweat breaks out on your upper lip. It’s enough to keep you hard. Did they forget about it? Wiggling your hips makes it worse. Now the vibe is under your balls, pressing against your ass. The vibrations snake in between your cheeks to delight the nerves in your backside. Buzz Buzz Buzzzz.

You keep shifting and moving trying to get the attention of the women as they play and touch, but they simply keep pinching and licking you. Gasping for air, you know you’re about to explode. You can’t hold it back any longer. The sound of a gong reverberates through the speakers in the room. The ladies cheer and bounce on the bed. The vibrator keeps buzzing against your ass. Something rustles and hands are on your hard shaft again. Something is rolling down the length – a condom you think. Does it mean you’ll be allowed to come?

“Me, first,” the woman with the husky voice says. She sounds like she might take the other woman down if she tries to mount you first. The woman straddles you and presses her bare chest against you. Hot breath against your ear again, and then she speaks. “Do you want to fuck me, big boy?”

You’re incapable of speaking all of a sudden, so you nod your head like a bobble. The vibrator keeps buzzing against your cheeks, and even though it has been more than a few minutes, the intensity has not lessened. It’s insistent, unforgiving. Buzz Buzz Buzzzz.

You feel warmth and hear the woman above you moan as she impales herself upon your shaft. Inch by slow inch, it’s more fucking torture than just being played with. You’re afraid of shooting your load too soon, so you think about anything other than this. Stats come to mind, boring stats, not sports or anything exciting. Something to dull your need to spew your load.

It only works for a few moments, though, and then she’s off to the races, riding you like a racehorse. Quick, sharp bounces against your pelvis, you hear the sound of your skin slapping together, the smell of sex intensitifies.

“Girl, why don’t you let him taste you? Maybe we can come at the same time?” The woman riding you is breathless with pleasure. Your nipples get rubbed, back and forth, like wipers, slow but steady. It only fuels your edge like the tides. Pulling back and then pushing forth, you are so close, yet it keeps getting further away.

“Okay! Do you want to tongue-fuck my pussy, guy?” Again, no words appear so you nod enthusiastically. Before you know it, there are thighs straddling your face, the fresh scent of wet pussy in your nose. “Open up and say ahh!”

You open your mouth and taste her sweetness. Your cheeks become wet with her juices and you wiggle your tongue back and forth along her opening. She moves against you. The entire bed starts moving against the wall. Bang Bang Bang to match the Buzz Buzz Buzzzz.

“Oh girl, you look so good riding his face like that. Can I stick some fingers in your pussy?” You know the other woman squealed yes somewhere in her moans of pleasure, because you feel the fingers enter and begin fucking her hole while you suck on her clit.

For a split second, you’re afraid you might suffocate between the smooth, fit thighs holding your head hostage. But then everything flies out of your mind when a pussy starts clenching down on your cock. Moans start gaining in volume from the woman riding you. Your shift your hips up and down, trying to slam into her harder like she’s begging you to, but the vibrator continues to allude your movements. Buzz Buzz Buzzzz.

“Pinch his nipples, lady! Pinch his nipples!” Your moans are muffled by the woman’s thighs as she rides your tongue. But the woman riding you listens and pinches your nipples. It was a special request you included on the notes when you checked in. Something you’d forgotten on the original paperwork. An addendum you had filled out when you arrived to check-in.

And then she was pinching your nipples, pussy clenching your cock. One set of fingers on your nipples were slippery from the woman’s pussy juices that ran down your chin and along your jawline. Jets of semen shoot out of your cock and fill the condom. Both women drench you in stickiness. You finally settle down, awaiting your freedom, the vibrator stuck to your ass. Buzz Buzz Buzzzz.

Slowly the women dismount your body and you take a break, filling your lungs to capacity. The ladies take a moment to situate themselves from the sound of clothing. There’s a sliver of light now at the bottom of the blindfold. It went askew as the woman rode your face.

“Leave the blindfold on, sir. We will unbind you and then leave the room. Even though you saw a bunch of people come in, we would appreciate if you respect who was left behind.” Slowly, they unbind your wrists and ankles, then rub them like professionals, bringing feeling back into the numbed parts. With light kisses, one on each cheek from each woman, they quietly exit the room. When you hear the outer door close and a loud click of a lock engage, you pull off the blindfold and lay there contemplating everything.

After a hot bath with jets and bubbles galore, you sleep like the dead and check out the next morning. When you’re given a website to fill out a satisfaction form, you already have ideas on what you’re going to say about your stay. And you now know where you’ll be coming when you plan a real vacation from work and everyday life.

I truly hope you had a good time!


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Adventures in Writing: Pleasure Platform

Dr. J.’s Famous Last Words: I have a pleasure platform and I am going to use it.

I tweeted this out while doing a four-way podcast with Dr. J., Oleander Plume, and Gio from Consensually Speaking. Of course, when the three of us get together, we come up with all kinds of ideas. Gio being there watching us, listening to us, gave him an insight most people don’t have. He saw how we play off one another, not just online, but also when we’re speaking. And, if that weren’t enough, he was there to infuse our insight with his own.

Obviously the ‘famous last words’ in the tweets I did for the four of us were to be funny, we’re not going anywhere. You’re stuck with us and we’re not sorry about it either.

There are so many things I say on a regular basis, but a lot of them end up being in a conversation either with a friend or a coworker or my sisters in smut that never seem to make it here in a post. So, now that the podcast is over, I’m catching up on twitter and thought I really should write down my thoughts. Here are some basic thoughts that everyone really should just take a moment to think about.

Gio’s Famous Last Words: My hand does what I tell it to.

Reviews. I know, I harp a lot about reviews. All content creators harp on reviews. The reason being is that we do things out of the love for them, but we need to know that people like what we’re putting out there. We also need to know what people think could be done better. When you leave a review on a book along the lines of ‘I just loved everything, 5 stars!’ I don’t give it a second thought. As far as I’m thinking, you didn’t read the book. Maybe you got a free copy to review honestly? Then please, do us all a favor, take a little longer, read the book, all the way through, and make an effort on the review. The author will thank you to the heavens and back. They will saint you. They will build a fucking pedestal and put you on top of it. Even if your review says ‘Here are all the things I hated….’ They are going to prefer that to the previous option. It gives them somewhere to go. And yes, they also know that not everyone is going to love everything they do.

Oleander Plume’s Famous Last Words: Mute me if I say anything stupid.

Find people who support you, regardless of what it is. Even if you do different things. Having a team to cheer you on will help you through the rough patches. The days you’re freaking because you are swamped and have no idea when you’re going to find time to do the thing you want to do. When you need help seeing passed your own faults and how wonderful something you’ve created really is. That’s what your support group is there for, to give you a critical eye with a kind heart. Dr. J., Oleander, and I had a lot of fun making cards for our podcast with Gio, even though no one would really see them. (You’ll hear about it when the podcast comes out in a couple of weeks or so.) The ladies and I try to have chats regularly. We text every day. We call each other when we have something we absolutely need to share (usually with happy tears and squeals of joy.) It might take time, a year even, but if you keep your eyes open, you’ll find your tribe, your family.

Being an erotica author, I’m here to help you reach a pleasurable peak. To increase your libido when you feel the need for a release. When you need to relax and forget the outside world for just a little bit. Some people say that people who read (or play video games or paint or sculpt or whatever) to escape reality are hiding from their problems, but what they don’t get is that when you step outside reality for a little while your subconscious doesn’t stop working on those problems. Your mind is capable of wonderful things. When you come back to reality you may find ideas to help whatever situation you’re in waiting. It’s like a computer you set to do maintenance. You can continue working on things in the foreground while it cleans itself up in the background.

My Famous Last Words: Who, other than Horatio Slice, needs a 5 gallon bucket of lube?

My pleasure platform will always be here to give you a positive experience. I hope I never leave you disappointed. Please feel free to let me know if you’re not finding what you need. I’ll be more than happy to find someone who can give you what you’re looking for. I want people to learn how to be more positive about sex. I want people to be more confident in themselves. I want both women and men (and everyone in between) to learn that they are worthy of love. I honestly believe in learning to Love Yourself First. Once you can love yourself, no one can shame you into anything you don’t want to do. When you love yourself, when you are confident in who you are, you can come forward. You can set boundaries. You can tell someone that you are not comfortable with them.

Please take some time to visit all three of these wonderful, intelligent, insightful, amazing people.

Gio | Oleander Plume | Dr. J.

Masturbation Monday: Ring My Bell – Part Two

Welcome back to another exciting installment of Ring My Bell! I hope you enjoyed part one, if you didn’t read it, please do so.  In this part, you’ll find out that there’s more to choose from this awesome kinky hotel! Enjoy.


After the screens go dark, you sit there for a few moments contemplating everything. The orders started out simple enough. Now you’re sitting on the couch, hard, ready, leaking, but not allowed to come. What’s a guy to do?

Hotter than you were before the mutual masturbation session, you remember you still haven’t drank any water. Getting up, you head back to the kitchen and grab a bottle from the fridge. Hunger hits you as well when you see the food waiting to be heated up and devoured. Some of your favorite meals were prepared beforehand.

After satiating your thirst and hunger, you wonder what to do next. Shower? Whirlpool bath? No commands are coming through either screen, so you head to the bathroom. Afraid to miss anything, you take a quick shower and setup your bathroom items for the next morning.

Afterwards, you go back to the living room to see if there’s anything interesting on the tv. Maybe some new commands will pop up for you. Grabbing the remote, you turn it on and porn appears. Some woman is being taken from behind, handful of hair getting pulled to arch her back just so. You’re not sure if it’s just porn or if it’s really happening around you, so you switch to another channel. This time, it’s a man tied to a chair watching a woman being force-fed cock by another man. Another flip of the channel and you find a man tied to a bed while two women are licking and slurping as he begs for release.

You wonder how that sort of thing can happen to you. What do you have to do in order to have this kind of fun. Is this really happening right now? The screen on the coffee table lights up again and a menu appears.

Do you see something you like? You can order off this personal menu for private sessions with the Sexperts.

It starts off with a basic menu. The ladies on the large screen continue licking and caressing while the man continues begging. Then something interesting occurs to you. All of the people were different body shapes and sizes and colors. They had to be real people doing these things right now. You find a menu item called Bound and Blind. You tap on the item and see the options. Picking two women, hemp rope instead of fuzzy handcuffs, and a silky blindfold you enter your order.

Waiting is the worst. Fidgeting on the couch, naked, you sit and wait. But not as long as you think you do. Finally, there’s a click when the door is unlocked. A group of people walk into the room. Not just the two ladies you asked for, but an entire group of people. Before you even realize what’s happening, you’re shuffled into the bedroom and made comfortable. Pillows are used to get you into the perfect position. Hands are touching you – so many hands. Within moments, your blindfold is on and your wrists are bound to the headboard. Your legs are spread wide and your ankles are bound to the foot.

You’re alone again. Or are you? There’s the sound of breathing and then a giggle. People are moving, the women are there, waiting to taunt and tease you into oblivious bliss.

“Are you ready?” The voice is a little high, but in a cheerful tone. She sounds like a cheerleader.

“For some naught fun?” The other voice sounds deeper, sexy ramped up to a million. Fingernails glide from your ankle to your hip. You twitch in response and lick your lips.

“Yes, I’m ready.” Are you ready?

At first, it’s just fingers and nails, gliding along your muscles, causing you to gasp and strain. You’re not sure which woman is on which side. You only got a glimpse of the them. Attractive and curvy on one side and slim but firm on the other. Other than the touches, nothing major has happened yet, but you’re gasping and straining.

“Relax, big boy. We’ll take good care of you.” Flashes of the television earlier ripple through your mind and now you understand why you’re feeling anxious. Others are watching what’s happening to you right this minute. They might be watching you and getting turned on, masturbating or fucking while you wait for your turn.

A nipple is pinched, licked, and then suckled like a lollipop. And then a bell rings, tinkling through the speakers in the room.

“Oh, sir, we have to masturbate. The bell tolls. Don’t worry, we’ll help you.” The bed shifts and the women get on each side of you. You can tell they aren’t facing you however, knees touch your thighs. You can hear the way they move their fingers in and out of their pussies, how sticky and wet they are from the sound. The smell of sex fills your nostrils. A hand takes your cock and works it up and down at a steady speed.

At first, you’re confused, but then you remember the rules printed on your paperwork. When the bell rings, you will masturbate until told to stop.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so good.” Your hips lift and you jostle the woman’s hand. She holds on a little tighter in order to keep her grip.

“Remember, sir, don’t come or you’ll get us all in trouble.” The saucy voice of the slim woman makes you wonder if she wants to get into trouble.

“Do we want to get into trouble?” The giggle from the other girl distracts you and keeps you from losing your mind, and your load for a little longer. Do you want to get in trouble?

“Wow, look how much he’s leaking. Are you sure you didn’t make him come?” A tongue lathes the head of your cock and it’s all you can do to keep from bursting. Sweat breaks out on your forehead and upper lip. You can help but let a groan escape, your fingers dig into the rope at your wrists, wishing you could grab one of these women and fuck them until you can’t fuck anymore.

The bell rings again and the women, sounding out of breath for the moment, stop masturbating themselves and you.

“Wow what a rush.” Cheerleader sounds super excited about being forced to stop, but it’s all you can do not to beg them to get you off right then and there, consequences be damned.

“Yeah, that is. I think we did good keeping him entertained, too.”

Before you can reply, tongue and teeth are slurping and nibbling along your rib cage, your nipples, your collarbone while the other mouth trails a tongue along the sensitive skin of your pelvis without touching your cock.

“Please, please fuck me. Let me get off. Please.” You remember those words being a lot like the words of the man on the television in the living room not so long ago.

Ready for Part Three?


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Sharing is Caring: Crap Kitten Writes

Welcome to another installment of Sharing is Caring! If you need some free advertising, slide over to the Sharing is Caring page and fill out the form. If you don’t want to fill out the form, you can also email everything to: mischaeliot at gmail dot com. Enjoy!


Excerpt: Dave froze. Her creamy legs were splayed open on his bed, black stilettos strapped to her feet and she wore nothing else. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy on his pillow, and her long dark curls were wild against the white of his sheets. Her hand firmly clenched a pink glass dildo, and his eyes drank in the sight of her dripping pussy. Dave felt his cock press against his pants, while his heart began to beat fast. It was his Kitten. Dave’s mind raced: She shouldn’t be here. Why is she here? God, she’s here. Mine.

Continue reading on Crap Kitten Writes!


Bio: I am a dorky kitten who loves to write about sex romps and adventures. I’ve never had my own website before and I’m excited to have a place to share my stories. Really excited. Wet. Dripping. Throbbing……err I hope you read my stuff!

Social Media:  Facebook | Website

Random Facts About Yourself: 

  1. I hate the color yellow.
  2. I always wear two different socks mostly out of laziness.
  3. Spankings are my favorite.
  4. I like lists.
  5. I like ending lists with an odd number.

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Masturbation Monday: Ring My Bell – Part One

I actually feel bad on one side that I’m breaking up this story, but my inner sadist is rubbing her hands together and cackling in glee – I’m sure John Brownstone would be proud. Feel free to follow along with the story guys, or wait until it’s complete and then pick and choose what commands you wish to follow.


Upon entering the room you’ve been assigned, the door locks behind you. Testing the doorknob doesn’t do a thing. You’re locked in. There’s no escape, unless you say the safe word. But where’s the fun in that? You signed up for an adventure and now you’ve arrived. Glancing around, you’re truly impressed. A large kitchen and dining area, a full living room with smart television, a balcony. The furnishings are superb. Turning down the hall leads you to the master suite. A large tub with jets greets you when you peek in the bathroom. Separate shower, too. You take some time to settle in and unpack.

As you wander around checking things out, you notice the cameras. At first, you’re a little uneasy, but you remind yourself that it’s going to be fun and light and – the best part of all – a learning experience. Something different, new, exciting.

When a friend mentioned the filthy new hotel in the area that caters to freaks, your inner kinkster had to know all about it. Living the vanilla life wasn’t meant for a rocky road type person, but here you are, doing just that. None of your friends at work have any idea just how naughty you really are and it’s rare that you get to unleash the beast.

After all the research, review reading, and more research, you finally felt it was worth shelling out the dough to go to a kink-minded location that will allow you to be free. To spread your kinky legs and let enticing things ensue.

The room is warm, a little too warm. Once you locate the thermostat, you frown a bit. 78 degrees is a bit high, even with the open kitchen and living room layout. Then you read the little sign under the lockbox. “The room is cozy warm so that you can walk around naked. This is your first order. Strip.”

A ripple of excitement barrels through you as you do exactly that. Off comes the shirt, off comes the pants. To damnation with underwear! The socks are gone. You pick everything up and put them in the bag for cleaning, then set it by the locked door.

You still feel a little too warm and decide ice water is the way to go. Heading for the kitchen to get a cool drink, you open the cabinet and grab a glass. After filling it with ice, you open the fridge to get a bottle of water. There, you find another note. “Still too hot? Use ice to cool off. No water for you. Grab an ice cube and rub it around your nipples, down your chest, then your cock.”

Grabbing an ice cube, you study it. It’s too small really to do what you’re told, so you pop it into your mouth and fish out a larger cube. While sucking on the cube, you touch the other to your nipple. At first, it’s intense. Between the heat of the room and the freezing touch of the ice, you’re not sure if you’re sweating or shivering, but orders are orders.

The ice in your mouth melts too quickly, so you tip the glass up and suck another between your lips. Switching nipples, you continue following orders. After all, that’s why you’re here. You set down the glass and reach in for another cube. If you’re going to torment yourself, using an ice cube on each nipple is the way to go.  Muscles tighten at the cold engulfing your nerves but the intensity is wonderful.

When you can’t take it anymore, you spread out the discomfort by running the ice down your torso, along the sensitive areas of your stomach, along your hips and down your thighs. Are you ready for a more sensitive area?

The television turns on all by itself, interrupting your naughty self-torture. When you turn to it, you see yourself on the screen, ice cubes poised over your skin. Tossing the two cubes into the sink, you grab the glass full of ice and a kitchen towel, then head over to the sofa a few steps away. Sitting on the towel, you resume teasing yourself with the ice cubes. Sucking on one, letting it stick out of your lips when you turn it around. Two others you rub against your skin, leaving wet trails behind.

Your mind is running while you watch yourself on the screen. Who else is watching? What will happen next? Will there be more orders coming? Where will they come from? How will you respond when they do?

The coffee table hums in front of you, it starts to shift and a little screen pops out. Text appears on the black background. You haven’t touched your cock with the ice cubes yet. What are you waiting for?

What are you waiting for? Ice is cold and everyone knows what happens when you apply cold to cock and balls. But you want to please your anonymous masters. Steeling yourself, you slowly adjust your position on the couch. You want to make sure they can see everything. Once you check that your privates are clearly visible on the big screen, you take the ice cubes and run them along the shaft of your cock. Not being as sensitive as the head, it’s still a form of torment.

Breathing deep, you run an ice cube around the head of your cock. It’s exhilarating and too much all at once. Enough so, that you drop the other ice cube right on your balls. It doesn’t take but a few moments for that ice cube to melt, but the twitches take a little longer to wear off.

A bell rings. Just a tinkling. More text appears on the screen. Please use your favorite lube to stroke your cock, but do not come.

That’s when you notice the lovely basket sitting on the table next to you. Pulling it over, you unwrap the bow and mesh netting to find lube, condoms, and a butt plug. All your favorites. You did a really good job being honest on the form. Honesty was encouraged in order to give you the best experience possible, after all.

Oiling up, you stroke yourself. The television view changes, zooming in on your cock and hand as you work yourself until you’re fully hard and on the edge. Drops appear, pearl in color, sliding down the shaft, but just a little. You’re still there, on that edge. Permission hasn’t been granted. Glancing at the screen that appeared out of the coffee table, you read another message.

Keep stroking. You’re entertaining other guests right now. They’re about ready to come. Just like you.

The television breaks up into multiple screens and you see both men and women masturbating. A groan erupts as you try so hard not to come. Are you allowed to beg? Will they hear you if you beg? Are you begging now?

The bell rings again. More text, but this time it’s on both the little screen and the television.

STOP.

You stroke yourself once, twice more, but the text flashes and turns red. Now you remember the punishment list where you checked off the punishments you were willing to take if you disobeyed. Were you ready to be held down, hog-tied, spanked, or the hardest to endure, wear a cage? Those weren’t the only punishments you’d marked, either. There were others they could pick from.

You pause and let your cock go, wondering if the others had to stop as well.

Report back next Monday for more Ring My Bell!


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Adventures in Writing: My Word for 2018

Everyone always talks about their resolutions for the new year, but I just choose a new word. Something to remind me what I need to work on for the year regarding my writing. Last year, I chose two words. Proficient and Consistent. I think I did well with both thanks to my biggest supporters (Dr. J., Oleander Plume, and Kayla Lords to mention a few).

With the weekly prompts for Masturbation Monday, I felt really good. It was a weekly goal to get that story, or part of a serial, up every single Monday. Sometimes, I hit the publish button shortly before the deadline. Other times, I was much more prepared. One time, I actually forgot to add the link to the page. But, participating in Masturbation Monday gained me readers far and wide. If you’re looking for a way to boost your numbers, participating in a weekly word prompt that offers a linkup is definitely a great way to go. (If you want stats, at the end of 2016 I had just under 12,000 page views. At the end of 2017, I’m just shy of 29,000 page views.)

Most authors keep details throughout the year when it come to the writing they do, such as how many words they wrote for each story or even their blog posts. I don’t do that, so I can’t tell you how many words I wrote last year. I would rather be writing to be honest than filling out a spreadsheet with numbers of how much I wrote. I know this is a great way to keep motivated as you can see the progress you’re making, but I feel it’s one more thing I would have to do. I even debated on starting to do just that this year, but changed my mind.

Every time I turned around last year, I felt like a ping pong ball. Let’s go in this direction. Let’s try this idea. Ooh, new idea, let’s do that instead! And my OneDrive is littered with story ideas that are barely touched and unfinished. I have a story idea that I worked out with the sweet Nicci Haydon that I want to work on. I have Possession that’s an ongoing serial and I need to write weekly episodes for Radish. So, instead of hopping into every new idea my muse throws at me when she throws it at me like last year – which helped me be consistent, I’m going to take a step back. (I’ll still keep my idea sheet because you never know which idea might be a lightning strike when I need one.)

For 2018, I’ll be working on the idea I outlined with Nicci and Possession for Radish. In between, I’m going to work on stories that I can submit for anthologies or submission calls. Making it into the Big Book of Submission Volume 2 and getting excellent reviews for my story has boosted my confidence. My story (Chased by the Wolf) didn’t even have sex in it, yet Chrissi Sepe says that is one of the reasons why she loves it so much. I’m an erotica author, yet I prefer it when my stories have a more romantic element entwined. Why are these people together? What are they looking for?

My word for the year will be Focus. I want to take Possession and the other project deep. I want every character that has a major part to play to feel so real that you laugh with them, your heart races with theirs, and you clench your jaw when you want to moan out loud for them. While I’ll continue to participate in Masturbation Monday, my involvement will be cut back. When I started writing for the prompt, it was to help my writing get to where it is now. It was to help me find other like-minded authors. I adore Kayla Lords and John Brownstone and the work they do for the kinky community. I wouldn’t be where I am today without their generosity.

There’s still a lot of free stories in the Masturbation Monday, Wicked Wednesday, Friday Flash, and Sizzling Nibbles that you can check out. If you want to read all of Possession, it’s only available on Radish. There’s also some other fun reads on the Radish app you won’t find here, such as Rough Riders and Zach and Roman Take a Vacation (from Fucked by the Fire in Public Affairs) under the Naked and Wanking serial.

Writing isn’t easy. It’s a difficult endeavor and when you have the writing bug, it’s even more difficult. Please remember that paying for writing means that the authors you love can keep doing what they’re doing, even when it’s only part-time like me. When you pay for my stories that money helps keep this site running, it helps me buy cover photos, pay for a monthly subscription to Photoshop and more. So be nice to writers. Don’t demand their writing for free. Leave reviews on their stories. Let them know what you loved and didn’t love so much about their story. Every little bit helps. Have a wonderful 2018. I hope you’ll hang out with me and have a fun ride!

Excerpt: Possession: Kendrick – Episode Two

Happy Holidays everyone. I hope your holiday season is running smoothly and drama-free. I wanted to give you another sneak peek from Possession, so here is Episode Two, following Kendrick. If you didn’t see Episode One, here’s a link. FYI, Possession is exclusive to Radish. It won’t be available anywhere else. Thank you!


“So, it is a sex club.” I felt the heat fill my face when Maryann answered me. Uncertainty filled me to the point that I felt a little sweaty and sick. I swallowed, then took a deep breath. I needed this job. There wasn’t any other option if I wanted to stay at school. I didn’t even have to load the coolers, just serve beer and the handful of mixed drinks offered.

“Not exactly. We’re a BDSM Lifestyle Club with a training center. During the day when the club is closed, we have several classes going on for employees and those interested in learning more about whatever kinks have caught their eye.” Maryann handed me brochures with photos and information about the classes. “During the night, we have live shows on the floor and we have areas available to people who want to play. It’s very rare that anyone has actual intercourse, and if they do, it’s probably a private event or in a private room.” The way she spoke, so straight-forward, just the facts amazed me. She was my age and working at a sex club. I wondered if she only managed the office or if she participated as well.

“But, what does that mean for me? Are people going to be asking me to play or…?” I ran a hand through my hair, messing it up even worse. It needed cut, but I hadn’t had time between class, physical therapy, homework, and job hunting.

“You don’t have to participate in anything if you don’t want to. We also want to have Dimitri, head of security, train you in some defensive maneuvers in case of an unruly guest. That’s just a precaution and we’ll wait until you’re cleared by your doctor. You’ll wear a black band stating you aren’t involved in any shows or interested in playing.” She handed me a set of colored armbands, each one a different color. Red, Blue, Purple, and Black.

“What do all these colors mean?” There was too much at once, but I was determined to work passed my personal issues and make an effort to give the job, and the club, a chance. It wasn’t my place to judge what people did with their lives, their bodies. And maybe I would learn something about myself along the way. Maybe I’d learn I didn’t want anything to do with it and just be a well-paid bartender until school ended.

“Red means you’re dominant, blue means submissive, purple is for switch, and black means none of the other colors matter because you aren’t involved in any shows or playtime. We try to keep it simple. Everyone gets armbands, it’s just protocol.” Maryann smiled at me, adjusted her librarian glasses and pulled out a folder. “Shall we get started filling out the paperwork?”

Making the decision that would help me stay at college and finish my degree shouldn’t be difficult. It’s a simple yes. So why was I having a hard time saying yes? It’s not like I was a virgin, and I had seen various types of porn. Knowing that people were going to be willingly bound and more in front of me made the difference. Willing. If they were willing to have this done, and enjoy it as well, then it shouldn’t be an issue for me to work among them, knowing they wouldn’t try to go against my personal preferences. Whatever my personal preferences happened to be, I didn’t really know.

“Yes. Let’s get that out of the way. Thanks so much for this opportunity.” Putting myself on solid ground in my head helped. I could do this, all I had to do was keep an open mind and keep my boundaries solid. No problem.

Stepping into the bright sunshine after walking through the darkened club, I squinted at my phone. Todd had texted me several times. He’d never done that in the past, so I quickly unlocked my phone. I grumbled when I saw the contents were simply him wanting to know if he was right.

Yeah, fucker. You were right. But I’m still taking the job. I get to see hot women who are mostly naked doing naughty things – and they are paying ME. HaHa!

I hit send, snickering as I got into my car. That would definitely put a cork in his mouth. Maybe. There wasn’t much that caused Todd to be quiet. He did everything loud and I mean everything. It was difficult being in the same room with him.

Excitement filled me, enough that I was turned on all over again. I kept picturing Maryann in something skimpy, her hair wrapped in my fist as she begged me to spank her harder. Cheeks flushed from desire and ass cheeks flushed from my hand smacking them. I shook the thoughts away before I put the car into a ditch and sat up straight in the driver’s seat. I would start my training tomorrow after my last class. It would be stupid to wreck now.


If you enjoyed this, Radish is free to download for your phone. You can read all kinds of stories. The first 3 episodes are always free. You’ll also find lots of great free content by many authors. 

Adventures in Writing: Time Moves Fast

Where Did It All Go?

It seems like time is just flying by. Sometimes, I wonder if the super massive black hole at the center of our galaxy is sucking in the time that I feel I’m missing. I want to move a little closer to it, just a smidge mind you, so that time can slow down just a wee bit.

(Yes, ‘just a wee bit’ seems to be my favorite phrase lately. It’s crazy.)

Vacation time first appeared to be forever-away, never to be truly gained. And then, BAM! Here it was and let me tell you, I was packing right up to the moment we left. And I even told them “I’m going to keep putting clothing in this bag until you tell me to stop and drag me out of the house.” I meant it, too.

And things slowed down. Literally. Everything was 2 minutes slower thanks to those silly clocks all being slower. Life felt relaxed and calm. I couldn’t sleep in to save my life, but I didn’t mind. It gave me some quiet time to think and drink my coffee and try to write down my thoughts.

Now, I’m back to work. Things aren’t crazy, but they are going to be getting crazy. Next week we have people coming into the office and there will be meetings. Surprisingly, I’m only in one. Which is also excellent. I hate meetings. These meetings have an actual purpose, so I don’t have issues with it. I hate meetings that are created to waste time.

Broken Promises

I think I am making too many promises to myself and others. I have an excellent story for Masturbation Monday that I want to write. The idea is itching my brain. My muse is giving me dirty looks because I haven’t written it yet. I can’t figure out which way I should write it. It’s going to be a little like Obey. It’ll also be more geared towards men. I’ve had some interest in an Obey-type story specifically for men, so they will have it. I wanted it to be done and up by now. And yet, I have to write it first.

I don’t want to break that promise to my readers or myself. I’m going to reread over Obey and the comments I received. I know many people enjoyed it, the aspect of being told what to do, of a contract signed, of the potential to either continue following orders or safe word.

(Obviously the safe word for a story would be to click the X on the website, or return home and find something else to read.)

So, please, just give me a little more time. I want to rock your world. I want you to touch yourself without even realizing what you’re doing. I want it to feel so natural and right. That means getting the words down and making them work not just for me, but also for you. I won’t break my promise. The story is coming.

What are you working on? How are things going in your life? Remember to stop and breathe, to drink water, to eat, and to take care of yourself. If you don’t, you’ll not be able to take care of your loved ones as well. Stay Tuned – there’s always more to come.


Did you enjoy Fucked by the Fire in the Public Affairs Bundle? Check out my story on Radish Fiction called Zach and Roman take a Vacation under the Naked and Wanking section.

A Penny for Your Thoughts: Returning to Reality

Well, my vacation in the mountains is officially over. I’m sure you think I’m going to brag about how much writing I have gotten accomplished. Well, I’m not. Other than the Thanksgiving post below this one and a few paragraphs here and there, nothing-nada-zilch.

According to Kayla, the Smutlancer, this is okay. I’ll be completely refreshed and full of ideas. I honestly hope the ideas start flowing. I slept like a rock more often than not – literally – not a care in the world and no pesky dreams either. Which worries me. Why am I not remembering my dreams at all? My fitbit says I’m dreaming, but anyway.

I wanted to attach a snap video of the fog outside the balcony, but it won’t support the media file. Let’s just say I can barely see the mountains behind the fog. And the people driving up and down the mountain should consider slowing down.

Things you need to do if you vacation in Sevierville:

  1. Rent a cabin (preferably with a pool and further off the road).
  2. Eat at Paula Deen’s. It doesn’t matter what you think of her, the food is incredible.
  3. Drive around and see the sights. There’s so much to do, you won’t get it all done. Not even when you’re here for a week.
  4. Take the trolley. It only costs 50 cents per person and saves you money on parking.
  5. Talk to people. Talk to the locals. Talk to others vacationing. You learn some great things.
  6. Don’t try to cram everything into one day.
  7. Walk up Clingman’s Dome, but take water and take your breaks. It’s a hell of a climb, even for people who are in shape.
  8. Make sure you make a list of things to pack prior to going to the mountains and renting a cabin – they only provide so much. (Our cabin was said to sleep 8 – which it could, but it didn’t have enough cutlery and so forth.)
  9. Don’t leave your party members when on trails – they might be eaten by a bear. (I’m only somewhat joking here.)

I’m sure there are more tips that I can give you. I plan on working things that happened into stories over time. I’m sure it’ll be fine. Like leaving ya’ll Easter eggs or something. (See, I got a lil southern on you there.)

These photos are from Clingman’s Dome. It’s worth walking up the path (paved, by the way) to get to the viewing point. I would love to do this again earlier in the fall when the leaves are bright and colorful and sometime in early spring when they are fresh and the brightest of green.

Yes, I’ll definitely go back at some point in the future. It’ll be worth it, because I still haven’t seen everything. There are also trails here that I want to follow and see where they take me. What thoughts they might generate while wandering them.

Most people want to go to the beach and sit in the sun and sand on vacation, and while I do have plans for that in the future, this was definitely an amazing vacation. I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.

And now to return to reality. Back to the day job. Back to running errands. And, the best of all, back to writing. I hope you’ll continue to stop by and read all the delicious treats I have in mind. But first, laundry. There’s always laundry, even if you’ve brought home clean clothing.

 

A Penny for Your Thoughts: Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving to those of us in the US. For everyone else: Feel free to jump on the thanksgiving bandwagon. Have a random feast with family you can’t stand (or love to hate) and hash out all those silly differences over booze and turkey. For those traveling this holiday: I hope that your family was able to make it to you safely. I’m officially drinking vacation coffee. For some reason, I think it tastes a little soapy, which doesn’t make sense. I brought my carafe, my cup, my everything. Weird, right?

I’ve run away to the Smokey Mountains. And now I’ve gotten a new cup of coffee. That last one really did taste like soap. Blech. No idea why. This is live-posting right here folks. You might not be reading along while I write and fix typos, but I suppose for now, this is as close as it gets.

We left around 4 in the morning and arrived around 4 in the afternoon. Yep, 12 hours, including stops along the way. My coworkers are all jealous. My daughter is jealous. The first thing we did after getting here was, well choose sleeping spots and put food away. The second thing we did was change into our swimsuits and sit in the hot tub. It was perfect. Cold as fuck, but perfect. (And by cold as fuck, I mean a chilly 50 degrees.) (Not the hot tub, silly, we turned that up to 104 degrees.)

I noticed something right away. All time is off by two minutes. The rental car – two minutes slow. The clocks here in the cabin, two minutes slow! It’s crazy. When you aren’t on vacation the rest of the world moves 2 minutes faster. That’s my theory anyway. It’s Science!

A lot can happen in two minutes!

You’re all still out there, right?

Uhh, anyway.

I wasn’t the first one to officially wake up, well, perhaps I was. I originally woke up at 615. Stupid brain. I turned over and went back to sleep. I am the official first person up, though. And while I am trying to type slower, this keyboard sounds so loud, though the clicking of the timer on the fireplace (yeah, timer) is louder. Everything echoes. Everything. Every move, every squeak of floorboard. It’ll take a little getting used to.

I’m up due to my head. I’m not sure if it’s allergies or caffeine withdrawal or a combination of the two. I took some drugs (the legal kind) and then made coffee. It seems to be dissipating. If my sinuses keep acting up, I’ll pop my last allergy pill. Yep, just the one. Allergies stopped where I live, soooo….. yeah.

I know that you’re supposed to sleep in on vacation. But we went to bed at like 9pm. I can only “sleep” so much. I haven’t synced my fitbit yet to see what kind of sleep I got. The mattress is nice. I’m definitely considering a firmer mattress for my next purchase.

This is my first official vacation since 1999. Yeah. Do the math again. I mean official vacation because I’ve gone somewhere. I’ve also left the state, which makes it even more official. My last vacation was a lovely 9 day jaunt in Arizona. Oh that sun. That heat. And the chilly nights. Good memories.

Hang on, don’t go anywhere, I’m going to try and get a photo of the sun off the balcony. Let’s hope I can open the door. (The doors don’t like me here. Well, actually, I need to kick in my inner sadist – the doors like to be roughed up.)

We’re also pretty sure this place is haunted. I’m going to buy a giant bag of rock salt. (I might be kidding, I might not be kidding – who’s to say?)

Today we are going to try to have Thanksgiving Brunch or Dinner at Paula Deen’s in Pigeon Forge. We do have second and third dinner plans if that fails. Okay, I’m going to sign off. Pay attention to Twitter as I may  (will) be tweeting photos now and again. You’re not following me? Why wouldn’t you follow me? I’ll lead you to the Smutty Goodness Garden. It’s like that other garden, but much more fun and naughty.

Masturbation Monday: Pickled in the Middle

Aha! Here it is you smut lovers – Part Three of Live Action Mannequin. Enjoy how well Ronnie and Lawrence work together to get Betsy blissed out. Oh, apologies to those coming from Masturbation Monday – I forgot to post the link to Juicy Bits, so if you missed it – read that first. 


Opening my eyes, I realize Ronnie is gone and slipping out of the door. Lawrence doesn’t stop what he’s doing and it feels so amazing. I can’t help myself and grab him by the hair to shove his face deeper into my snatch. “Oh yeah, tongue-fuck me, Lawrence.”

Ronnie bounces back onto the bed and sucks one of my tits into her hot mouth. I shake and shimmy against the super soft sheets, moaning, eyes rolling in bliss, but still not getting to that happy place I desperately want to be.

“Betsy, my sweet, I want you to experience something glorious tonight.” Ronnie has a glint in her eyes that I know all too well. She’s about to push my boundaries. At this point, I’ll do anything she wants to get off. She switches to my other tit and this time nibbles on the sensitive skin. Nerves flare to life and sizzle through my body.

“Yes, please, oh fuck yes. Anything!” I’m begging and screaming now. Lawrence backs off at the same time as Ronnie and the devious grins on their face almost put me off. They’ve been plotting something in their time alone.

“I want you double-stuffed.” Ronnie pulls out one of our favorite strap-on dildos and attaches it to the thong she’s wearing. She must have put it on while out of the room.

“Double-stuffed?” The blissful edge goes away and Lawrence reaches out to pinch my nipples with a gentle touch. Pinch, release, pinch, release. I’m squirming again and press my chest into his fingers. “Oooh, that’s so good. Don’t stop.”

Ronnie leans down and pets my hair. “Baby, will you do this for me? I want you to feel how amazing Lawrence fucks. I want you to feel what I feel when he fucks me. And I want to get you stuffed so full of him and our favorite toy that you work off all this stress.” She has that look in her eye, the one that pleads with me to do this one thing for her. I love her, I’d do anything for her. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a real cock inside me. I didn’t really need it, I had Ronnie.

“Yes, Ronnie, for you, yes.” She squeals and pulls out the big bottle of lube. I didn’t know she’d wanted to do this and I couldn’t understand why she hadn’t told me before. Seeing her happy and the way she stroked the dildo excited me all over again.

“Good lord, you taste so good. Your skin, it’s like a delicacy.” Lawrence kept nibbling here and there along my body. Along my ribs, down my belly and back between my thighs. “Your pussy is going to feel incredible on my cock.

“Here’s the lube.” Ronnie hands it over the Lawrence. He slides off the bed with a flourish and gives us a teasing dance while taking his pants off. By the time he’s done, we’re giggling with tears in our eyes. When he crawls back into the bed, cock in one hand, lube in the other, Ronnie and I squeal in delight.

“Open up and say ahh, Betsy.” Ronnie helped Lawrence lift and open my legs nice and wide. “I’ll get you back to that edge you were enjoying so well earlier, sweetness. And then Ronnie will fill your ass with that dildo she can’t stop stroking.”

I can’t help but watch as Lawrence presses the head of his cock against me. His big head. Ronnie helps me relax by running her fingers along my forehead, then down my jaw, to my neck, and across my collarbone. She continues the path, purposefully circling my nipple, then heading down my torso. Lawrence continues bobbing his cock, just the tip, in and out of me.

“Please, give it to me, Lawrence, give me your cock.” The look that appears on his face is mischievous and I wiggle my hips against him, hoping to get another inch of cock inside me when he pushes forward. He grunts and grips my hips with his hands. Fingers spread wide for better control.

“You want it bad, don’t you? I’ll give it to you.” Lawrence sank himself into me, balls deep, but took his damn time doing it. His cock spread my pussy wider than any dildo Ronnie and I used on a regular basis. I held on to his forearms, nails digging into his skin. It felt amazing, the heat and skin of his cock. I could feel his pulse as he held me to him, both of us gasping and biting back moans of pleasure.

“Mm, Lawrence, you have such a nice ass back here. Sure you don’t want to be pickled in the middle?” Ronnie giggles and smacks his ass a few times. The jolts ride through him and into me. Both of us are sweating now, trying to hold back.

“Maybe next time, Ronnie. But remember, we promised Betsy she could be filled to bursting.” His arms snake around me and we roll over so I’m on top. Lawrence grinds us together a few times. Instead of holding back, I ride his cock and cream all over him.

“Good girl, Betsy. That’ll relax you.” Hearing Lawrence’s voice in my ear is a new experience, the way his chest rumbles against mine when he speaks is exquisite. His hands are on my ass, spreading my cheeks open.

“There you go, Ronnie. Get in there and give it to her good.” I feel the tips of his fingers tease me. Lube gets drizzled over my ass and then two sets of fingers are rubbing and teasing my backdoor. I squirm against him, getting closer to coming all over again.

They take turns prodding me open with their fingers until I’m ready to take the dildo. When I feel the head of it pressed against me, I can’t help it and rock back and forth on Lawrence’s cock. I want to be filled by both of them, I want to know what Ronnie feels when she’s stuffed to the gills.

As she works her way inside, I hear her moans and mewls of pleasure. It’s then that I realize she’s got our super special toy, the one that pleasures her when she fucks me. Hearing her and having Lawrence’s grunts in my ear as they work in and out of me is too much to handle.

Grabbing onto Lawrence, embedding my nails into his muscles, I scream out as the hardest orgasm I’ve ever experienced takes hold of me and doesn’t let me go until I’m wrung completely out. When I open my eyes, I’m still being held by Lawrence, but further up his body. His cock is no longer embedded inside me. Ronnie’s moans behind me tell me exactly what’s going on. She’s finishing him off when I couldn’t. Lawrence pets me like a beloved creature and Ronnie rides him like a champion.

Music to my ears the way Ronnie squeaks when she comes, my quiet girl, naughty to the core. Kisses and strokes and we curl up for the night.


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Adventures in Writing: Late Night Retweet Group

Dear Erotica Authors on Radish,

I’d like to introduce you to a new and exciting retweet group. I know, another set of letters you have to hashtag. It’s a chore. But, I promise, worth your time.

Due to various reasons (beyond our control), very few Late Night (Erotica) stories make it to the home page of the Radish App. I mentioned starting a twitter group for the authors and stories in that section to Dr. J and Oleander. They told me to run with it and hopped on board my crazy train.

After starting graphics and making a gmail.com address for Twitter, I stopped and said “Oh, do you think I should ask Radish before I do this?” Obviously, the answer was “Uh, yeah you might want to.”

So, I emailed my contact to say “Hey, had this idea for a Twitter Retweet Group for Late Night. Thoughts?”

Not only was I given the green light, I was also asked for a link once everything was up and running! This excited me and so I dove in head first. I wasn’t sure what kind of graphic detail I wanted for the header, so I did some research. I didn’t want anything truly explicit. So, I went with flirty reflection text saying ‘late night’ and naughty phrases. Still, nothing truly explicit. I think the naughtiest is ‘cuddle me naked’. It gets the point across.

I went with naughty phrases because if Radish wants to promote our Twitter profile on their public profiles, they wouldn’t have to worry about the content of the graphics that would be attached to the link. I’m hoping the touch of naughty will be enough to tempt the authors to peek in, follow, use the hashtag to get promoted (and to promote to their readers to check it out because they might find other authors here).

Please take a moment and check out the profile, follow and let us know if you’re an author writing for Late Night on Radish. We will follow you back and add you to the list, and also retweet you when you use #LNRTG.

XoXo,

Mischa, Oleander, and Dr. J.

Masturbation Monday: Juicy Bits

Technically, this is Live Action Mannequin Part Two, but I couldn’t resist the title that popped into my head this afternoon. No idea where it came from. Yes, I could’ve used it for something else, but it’s perfect for this story.


I didn’t get to see much of the neighborhood Lawrence lived in. He zipped us into the driveway and garage so fast, I felt a little worried for about ten seconds. Then we were out of the car and into the house lickety-split. Once inside, Lawrence stripped off his jacket and tie, which he hung up as soon as we were inside, then started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Come on in ladies, make yourselves at home.” Once his shirt was off, Lawrence stopped stripping long enough to pour us shots from his collection of whiskey. “Let’s have some fun, yeah?”

We tapped our glasses together, slugged them down. Heat saturated me, bubbling up from my belly and throughout my limbs. I started burning, but not in a bad way. Desire flooded my synapses and exploded between my thighs. I run my hand down the front of Ronnie’s body.

“I think we’re overdressed compared to him.” I bit my lip and started stripping her from her clothing. Lucky for Ronnie, her work attire was good enough to be worn to the show. I pulled her close and unclasped the front of her work pants. “Sexy woman.”

As I pulled out her blouse, Lawrence slipped up behind me and brushed my hair back over my shoulder. “Can I kiss your neck?” The warmth of his breath tickled against my sensitive skin. I tilt my head to the side and give him all the access he needs. Ronnie leans forward and runs her tongue along my jaw, to my ear, and then nibbles on the lobe. Being sandwiched in between the two of them brings a huge rush of need.

I stand there, four hands, two sets of lips, and two warm bodies rubbing and touching me. Within moments I’m naked and they’ve changed places. Lawrence is now in front of me, kissing me in a way I’d never been kissed. If I were to ask to rank the best kisses I’ve experienced in my life, Ronnie would cover the top five. But the way Lawrence kissed me felt as though he were drinking my soul, my desire, inflaming my need for him.

“Can I taste you, Betsy?” The whispered words against my lips were lost on me for a few moments. I wondered what it would feel like to have Lawrence use his mouth on my pussy. Unable to speak, and hardly capable of breathing, I nod.

“Let’s move this somewhere more comfortable, Lawrence.” Ronnie’s voice sounded commanding to my ears and I pressed myself against her. Before I knew it, Lawrence swept me up into his arms and carried me down the hall. He laid me down on the biggest bed I’d ever seen.

Before I could settle into a comfortable position, their hands and mouths were back on my body, tasting and teasing me into a moaning, squirming mass of sensitized flesh. Ronnie took control of my breasts and mouth while Lawrence was taking his time tasting the sticky mess that covered my inner thighs.

Two mouths. Four hands. I couldn’t get over being in the middle. Is this how Ronnie felt when Lawrence and I worked her over until she forgot anything other than orgasmic bliss existed in the world? My nipples ached. Ronnie kept switching from one to the other, never giving enough attention to either. My hips couldn’t go any wider, yet I kept trying to spread myself open so that Lawrence would get the hint that I wanted him to tongue-fuck me into oblivion.

“Baby, do you want Lawrence to taste you? He’s been asking?” Ronnie’s voice pierced my mind and I moaned, hoping she would understand that I wanted him. I wanted a man. Yes, I wanted his mouth on my clit, I wanted his lips teasing my labia. I wanted his tongue buried inside me.

“Say yes, baby. Say yes if you want Lawrence to tongue-fuck you.” I nodded, but that wasn’t enough for her. She asked again and again. “You gotta say the words, baby.”

“Yes, oh fuck please, yes.” Before I got out the second yes, Lawrence descended to feast upon my soaked pussy. Strong hands held me in place so well I could barely wiggle my hips. Ronnie grabbed my wrists and held them above my head.

“Do you want to taste me, baby?” She knew the answer was always yes to that, but I opened my mouth and lifted my head. After shifting herself, she teased me, pussy just out of reach of my tongue. “How bad do you want to taste me Betsy?”

I had taunted her in just such a way while she was being eaten out by Lawrence. “Please, Ronnie, let me taste you. I’ll do anything.” I gave her my best pout and sex eyes. Ronnie had a calculating look on her face, though. She’d completely forgotten about teasing me as the gears turned in her head.

Lawrence distracted me as he slid two fingers inside and tickled my happy spot. Arching my back, pressing my head against the pillows, I begged and pleaded for release. I was so close, just a little more, one more twitch or him sucking on my clit was all I needed.

“Anything, Betsy?” Ronnie rocked her hips back and forth in my face. I wanted to taste her so bad, regardless of the crazy amount of pleasure I was receiving from Lawrence. He was teasing and keeping me on the edge of a blade so sharp I thought I might split open from the anticipating of orgasm.

“Oh yes, baby, anything for you. Anything taste you.” I gasped out and sucked in a deep breath only to have it leave me in a whoosh as another wave of need assaulted my senses. Ronnie lowered her snatch to my face and I moaned my need into her wet pussy, tasting her salty sweetness on my tongue.

I licked and sucked and nibbled on her as though she were a feast and I was starving. Lawrence wiggled his fingers again and I moaned into her snatch. Ronnie let my wrists go and grabbed onto the headboard. Her panting turned into moans. Every time Lawrence stroked my g-spot, I moaned into Ronnie’s pussy and she would grind into me. My chin was covered in her juices and my saliva. I couldn’t get enough of her slick snatch.

Head on over to Pickled in the Middle for more juicy goodness!


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