Masturbation Monday: Skinny Dipping

A little skinny dipping is exactly what Elle needs to get herself back on track, luckily Owen can read her like a book and amps up the pleasure.

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The water sluiced down my skin as he lifted me above him. The sun warmed my as the water chilled me, goosebumps popped up all over my flesh and a shiver caused Owen to tighten his hold.

“You okay, Elle?” Droplets glistened on our skin like diamonds in the setting sunlight, the heat of the day slowly waned. The last thing I ever expected from this bad boy that healed abused animals of all sizes and restored antiques like a pro was to  heal me, too. Everything he touched turned to gold, the way the sunset bathed us in its golden glow.

I could feel the flush as it heated my face, love overflowing from my heart as it rebuilt my faith and trust whenever I spent time alone with Owen or his family. “I’m more than okay.” The whisper left my lips and I placed my forehead against his, my hair hiding us even though there was no one around to see.

We clung to each other, kissing and nibbling, as we connected together in a way we hadn’t before. Our hearts became linked. Chains wrapped around me, through me, linking me to him. In the past, I’d have felt trapped, weighed down, broken. But entangled with Owen, all I felt was freedom and joy.

“Oh, that’s it, right there… don’t stop.” I pressed my face against his shoulder, nails biting into his muscled flesh. Bruises would blossom on my ass from how tight he held me, but I didn’t care. I would proudly bear those marks of passion.

Kisses rained over my face, neck, and shoulders. Across my collarbone. Back to my lips, he nipped with his teeth. “See, I had a feeling a swim would help you get back on even footing.”

“Yes, exactly what I needed was a swim. Skinny dipping with you was a bonus.” We pulled apart reluctantly, heading back to our clothes and the bike before anyone caught us trespassing. We still had a long ride ahead of us, but the journey was definitely worth traveling.

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Sizzling Nibbles: Pay Up, Boy

Oh, here we go again, back in that silly park, except this naughty public display takes place way outside the park. 

The early morning fog hovered thick around us at the park. The neighborhood cookout would be gearing up this afternoon and there was a lot to do. The fog was actually a pleasant surprise. We’d have a little shelter and cool damp air to work in rather than a burning morning sun. Shoveling mulch into wheelbarrow tended to be messier the hotter it was, so the fog was exactly what I wanted.

The owner’s nephew Blaine was on the other side of the truck, shoveling as well. He kept looking at me and the scowl on my face continued to deepen every time he did. We were polar opposites. I had some serious prison time, tattoos and all, under my belt, while he had never known what a hard day’s labor was… until I had been named his new supervisor.

When I told his uncle that I wouldn’t allow excuses from his nephew, he grinned. “That’s exactly what I want from you Shawn. I want you to bust his ass, his balls, break his fucking back. I need someone like yourself to keep him on the straight and narrow path.” When his eyes shifted, mine widened. I understood. His entitled nephew was getting into trouble and he wanted me, a former convict, to make sure it stopped.

Growing up on the streets, I did whatever I needed to in order to survive. I paid for every one of those sins, some more than once. Some sins I paid for others, but now I was out from under that dark cloud. I never planned to end up there again. I was thankful that Zeke had taken me on. Grateful to have this job, to be trusted. I still had a lot of life left to live as well.

“What the fuck are you doing, Blaine? Quit looking at me and watch where you’re aiming that shovel.” My voice, rough and growly made him freeze like an animal when it realizes it’s being stalked.

“Sorry, sir. I’m a little hungover. I forgot we were working this morning.” A flush filled his cheeks. Before he’d started working for his uncle months ago, he’d been pale. Now he was tan from working under the sun. The skinny arms and legs had gained muscle. And when he lifted his shirt the other day to wipe the sweat from his face, my cock almost jumped out of my pants. I wanted to lick every muscle, taste every drop of saltiness.

“Don’t call me sir,” I growled. I kept shoveling, this time a little rougher. “You need to learn to be more responsible. You were also ten minutes late this morning. I clocked you in. You owe me.” Ideas of how he could repay me ran through my filthy mind. He had an excellent set of dick sucking lips.

“Oh, fuck boy, where the hell did you learn that.”

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“Yes, s-Shawn. I’m sorry. I’ll repay you however you see fit.” Blaine struggled reaching for another shovel of mulch. Then gave me an excellent view of his ass when he hopped into the back of the truck to start shifting the load forward.

Looking at him from the side, I watched the muscles of his arms and legs as he worked. I wanted to see more. The fog hadn’t burned all the way off yet, but I decided to remove my shirt anyway. Wiping my face, I tucked it into my belt. It wasn’t long before he followed suit and I could watch his core flex as he moved mulch from the back to the front of the bed.

By the time lunch rolled around my balls were ready to burst and my cock ached. “Let’s go to lunch, boy.” I put as much snark and sarcasm as I could into calling Blaine ‘boy’. He was only a couple of years younger than me. Thanks to most of my illegal activities being done before I was legal, I spent more time in juvie than prison paying all those sins.

“Okay. Should we get the others?” He looked around, the fog gone, the sun high in the clear sky. No one could be found. The park was big and they all had their assignments to get things done.

“Nah, they have to finish putting down the last of the mulch before they go, but our job here is done.” I put my shirt back on and tossed my shovel into the back of the truck. Blaine laid his down next to mine and hopped down. We got into the truck and headed out.

Blaine made a face when I passed all the fast food joints to pull into a place that offered fast but healthy meals that were also organic and locally sourced. “Quit making that face and eat like an adult. You’ve got to feed your body good food or exercise won’t do jack for you.”

“Alright. I’ll give it a try.”

We ordered food and I drove around to the shady side of the parking lot. We ate in silence and watched people as they came and went. A couple of sweet rides passed by and I motioned for him to look. A hum of appreciation at the lines and customizations emerged.

“How do you plan to repay me for that ten minutes?” I wiped my face and hands, then tossed the napkin into the bag. Turning towards him, I couldn’t help the smirk that took over my mouth.

Blaine took a long drink of his tea and disposed of his trash like I had. “I’m not sure.” He coughed, clearing the sliver of fear in his voice. “What do you want me to do?”

Ever since I caught Blaine sneaking peeks at me from his first day working, I had a feeling he might be just my type. At least, in the sack. And I couldn’t help myself, dreams of his lips wrapped around my length continued to plague my sleep. “Suck my cock.”

Reaching over, I ran my thumb across his bottom lip. “You’ve got a perfect mouth for sucking cock. I have a feeling you’ve heard that before.” Before I could pull back, he bit my thumb, but not hard enough to cause any discomfort. I grunted as my cock filled close to bursting all over again. Wanking had not cured my need to have him.

Wet and hot, the tip of his tongue touched my thumb and then he let me go. He looked around the parking lot, the people coming and going. Just because we were on the far side didn’t guarantee our privacy.

“You taste fantastic.”

As he turned back, his eyes widened in shock as I stroked myself in front of him. “You owe me ten minutes. Make it up to me, boy.” I couldn’t help the growl in my voice. And I had no idea what I would do if all of my instincts were horribly wrong and he ran to his uncle.

“Yes, Sir.” Blaine lowered his eyes to stare at my hand as I moved up and down the shaft. One more glance at the parking lot, then he bent over and licked the shiny spot from the head of my cock.

Clenching my teeth and opening my pants a little more kept me from grabbing him by his hair and forcing him all the way down. Shock and tremors ran through me as Blaine didn’t just lick and tease, but swallowed me down like a pro.

“Oh, fuck boy, where the hell did you learn that.” For a moment, I thought he was going to stop to answer me, but instead teased me another way – by riding my length with his mouth. I pushed my feet into the floor, straining as he sucked me off like he’d been doing it his whole life. I could feel him working his tongue and taunting me with his teeth.

Without realizing it, I grabbed the ‘oh shit’ handle as I came so hard and so much down his throat, I thought I’d hurt or drown him. Blaine didn’t stop until every drop emptied from my balls. Then he took his time cleaning me up, causing me to twitch and groan.

I slumped against the seat, my junk on display for anyone to see if they happened to walk over. Sweat covered me as though I’d been working out in the hot sun for days and my muscles were like water. Blaine sat quiet in the passenger seat as I fought to regain my composure.

“My secret ex-boyfriend. We broke up when summer break started. You remind me of him.” His eyes shifted to my cock, the tattoos on my arms, and then away. “You taste fantastic.” I watched as he licked his lips.

“I honestly wasn’t sure if you’d do it. But fuck, you’re welcome to be ten minutes late any day of the week if you repay me with another blow like that.” I put my clothing right, started the truck and drove us back to work.

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A Penny for your Thoughts: I’m an Idiot

When you haven’t done something in quite some time, it’s stupid to throw yourself overboard.

And that’s where i make a boating pun when this has nothing to do with boating of any kind. Dr. J and I are trying to keep each other in check. We’re trying to make sure we keep our goals in our hearts and get our bodies and minds working. I promised to start exercising again in earnest, which means actually exercising. I cancelled my gym membership. Yep, you heard me, I cancelled it. I hadn’t gone in over six months, so I found it to be worthless to me and beneficial to them.

I have Zumba Core Fitness and some exercise thing I downloaded for the xBox 360. I originally planned to do a Zumba warm-up, medium intensity, and cool down and go about my way. I also planned to do this right when I got home, however, it was such a beautiful day, I decided to sit out on the front steps and write. Then I made something to eat and had dinner.


However, I did get 1800 words written today!

Instead, I ended up doing a Zumba warm-up, then I did the yoga routine on the other program. I felt pretty good, so I continued with some so-called boxing, which turned into doing the box smashing thing, and then for some stupid idea I decided to do the fitness routine I’d put together when I first used the program.

I hate lunges. I can do side lunges all day long, but I hate normal lunges. They hurt, they do nothing for me (personal opinion – I’m sure they do, I just hate them that much). My personal routine turns out to be 48 lunges and 48 squats.

Yeah, that hurt.

But, I did it. I didn’t do them perfectly, I didn’t do anything perfectly, but it’s been months since I worked out, so I gave myself plenty of leeway. However, i plan to workout again tomorrow, and the next day. I certainly won’t be doing any lunges for a couple of days, but sure, I can do other things that will get me back into shape pretty quick.

Have you had an idiot moment? Feel free to share it in the comments (I could use some company in my little bit of misery).

Masturbation Monday: Bliss

It may be the end to the Month of Masturbation celebration, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t continue to learn about yourself, your body, the things that make you feel enticed and satisfied. Remember, love yourself first and others will want to know what you love.

Fingers teasing, sliding along soft skin. Lips parted in a silent gasp of glee. A pinch here, a lick there, and a nibble just behind your ear. Nails dig into muscular arms, gripping tight, pushing to the edge. Hips thrust up, hoping, praying, begging for more.

Taking the time to taste and touch is the goal. Tongues tangled in a kiss making hearts race. Sweat beads along skin, salty and sweet. Nipples hardened and ready for sucking, while your body writhes against soft sheets.

Sticky fingers, pressed against lips, slipping inside, against the secret spot. The sound you make when your mouth opens sends a thrill from spine to toes. Tingling and electric, little hairs stand on end. Every spot touched, teased, licked, nibbled or pinched. Until the pleading becomes unintelligible moans and squeals of bliss.

So tight, so slick, heated to volcanic levels, thrusting and squeezing, meeting in the middle. Breathing rapid and shallow, whispers in your ear. A low moan becomes a loud exclamation of satisfaction. Soft kisses, quiet giggles, and snuggling into sleep.

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Friday Flash: Lovers Dance

If you aren’t reading and following F dot Leonora, then you’re missing out! Today is her birthday and we are celebrating her birthday week by writing short Friday Flash fiction. Happy Birthday to a beautiful woman, a wicked tease of a writer, and someone I’m thrilled to have as part of my Twitter Tribe.

The lights twinkled above them, winking in and out of existence. Laser lights and colored spotlights shifted and swirled following the music in some bizarre pattern. Bass thumped, thumped, thumped in time with the hearts beating on the floor as the club goers writhed together. Bodies rubbed and brushed and reached out with a questing hand to pull someone a little closer.

Except them. I watched the two from my perch. They came in every month, the same couple. They moved to the music in a way that only a couple of lovers could. The woman caressed his face and I wished I could feel the softness of her skin, the prick of her nails against my own. As she nipped his earlobe between her teeth, I pinched mine.

Watching from the shadows afforded me the ability to watch them without being seen, without anyone knowing what my hand was doing beneath my skirt. While they touched and teased in front of everyone, as if no one else existed in the world, I flicked back and forth against my clit. While they kissed each other, tongues writhing against each other, I slipped my fingers deep, pumping to the beat of the bass.

I’d been so close to the edge during the night, watching them, playing with myself. Tweaking every nerve, holding in every gasp. The way he ran his fingers down her arms, or cupped her face to gaze into her eyes made me want that. I wanted them, too. I wanted it all.

Coming together, their hips swaying, he wrapped his arms tight around her and pulled her even tighter against his muscled flesh. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked at him, their hips meeting in a movement as old as time. I bit my lip and gave in to my base urges.

I watched, desire flooding me to the brink, as the couple rocked together, clinging tightly to each other. Thrusting my fingers deep, I played myself like a well-loved guitar. I spied the way the man’s hand moved up his woman’s thigh, to slip between their bodies, up inside her skirt. Muscles flexing on his forearm as he moved turned me into a gooey puddle. He wasn’t even touching me, but the way he touched her, gazed into her eyes, was all I needed.

Licking sticky fingers as the music wound down and house lights flared to life caused the languid feeling that had taken over my muscles to split, and so did I, quietly out the back door to await my special couple next month.

I chose the Lovers Tarot card to write this post. To find out a little more about The Lovers tarot card, please visit Trusted Tarot.

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Adventures in Writing: Mind of a Smut Writer

Have you heard the song by Korn called ADIDAS? If not, feel free to check it out at the end of this post, it’s pretty fucking good.

I have to be completely honest here… I don’t think about sex all day. I do get ideas at random times from random comments I hear. Sometimes if I see a hot person my insides get all gooey. I do have a switch for my dirty mind and a filter for my naughty mouth. More often than not, I try to behave myself while at work. Either way, I’m Trouble – yes with a capital T.

What really cracks me up is when I’m trying to have a real conversation and those around me are making everything dirty. Yes, they know what I write, so everything I say ends up being considered dirty in some way. I’ve had people make something I would never have thought to make dirty absolutely filthy.

However, that’s the fun part of being a smut writer – you don’t have to do all the work yourself because the people who know you write smut and find it amusing or confusing will lighten the load. The Punished by the Boss story ideas came on their own, however, the original idea for the larger story (or series) that it will become happened quite a while before it. All because someone said something – not even to me, but in conversation – while walking by.

I’ve had people say to me all the dirty things they want to do… and usually I smile, or laugh, and make my own comment back. A lot of times it falls flat to me, but sometimes there’s a nugget of gold in all that foolish dirt.

Then there are the days I’m wandering around work because someone, I won’t say names (ELIZA) retweets a photo and tags me, along with others, and I’m dying of laughter – which of course means I have to show it to others. All but one person got the pun, some it took a few moments, another I had to tell them to turn on their dirty switch. That always makes me laugh, too.

(Okay, so I will say names and point fingers and link to their twitter profile so you follow them.)

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, sure, there are days that I’m daydreaming of sex, but for the most part, I’m just waiting to get home and put all the naughty words on the page that I had to ignore. Every writer gets ideas from those around them. Authors are people-watchers. Creatives can use anything that happens as inspiration for something amazing. Tap into that. Find the creative in you and get to work.

Make sure you stop by tomorrow to read my birthday story for F dot Leonora!

Wicked Wednesday: Unleashed

Ahh, Wicked Wednesday has such a great prompt today. What will sex be like in the year 2517? Perhaps like in Demolition Man where no one physically touched in fear of disease? Maybe there will be bionic implants involved? Or perhaps something different. 


Roger felt every nerve in his body burn and his innards turned to ice. “Mistress, he is Unleashed.” Sweat broke out along his brow and he backed away until he hit the wall, sliding down to hold himself while the fear sliced through him.

“How is this possible? I thought we’d rooted out all the freeman in this quadrant.” Pursing my lips, I ran my fingers along the muscles of the unconscious man’s arm. With a glance at Roger, a bitter taste entered my mouth. He had been from a line of men known once as Politicians.

“Get others and take him to my quarters. Bind him. I will interrogate him personally.” The idea of this man, in our Capitol without a chip unnerved me. I needed to know if there were more and where they hid. I retreated to my office while they followed orders.

After another devastating war that almost obliterated everything, women and some pockets of men, created a device. In the beginning, it looked sort of like a shock collar, but now it was a chip embedded in the back of the neck. Since women had taken over, the world had become mostly peaceful.

After finishing up my day, I retreated to my private quarters. When I entered, I picked up a remote and turned off all the cameras except the ones that were connected to my private servers. I’d been trained for years to interrogate unleashed males, but had never gotten the chance to actually put it to the test. I planned to use every weapon in my arsenal.

Storm-colored eyes met mine, then slipped to my cleavage peeking out of the top of my dress.

And this particular male, despite his roughened look, was amazing to behold. The muscles alone got me excited in a way I’d never felt before. I touched his cheek, running my finger down his face, extended from the ball gag in his mouth. His arms were cuffed to the arms that stood straight out from the chair, his ankles the same to the legs, which were spread open. His eyes flickered open.

“So, you’re awake. Good.” I slipped behind him and untied the strings to the gown he’d been put in after decontamination. Once I’d untied everything, I tossed it to the side. I ran my fingers along his muscled arms as I returned to stand in front of him. I bent over, his storm-colored eyes met mine, then slipped to my cleavage peeking out of the top of my dress.

“Well, do you like what you see, big boy?” I grabbed my breasts and played with them beneath the thin fabric, smushing them together. “If you answer my questions, maybe you’ll get to play with them. What do you say?”

The male’s body stiffened, in more ways than one. I knew he’d try to resist, but I wanted him to for as long as he could. The more fun for me the longer he lasted. I flicked his nipples with my fingers, then pinched them with increasing pressure. “Are there more of you?”

His chest rose and fell in rapid succession as he tried to control his reaction, but the way his cock stiffened told me he was enjoying the pain. “You like that. Well, I can do better.” I opened a drawer and pulled out clips and attached them to his nipples. He writhed and struggled against the bonds that held him, but the way his hips thrust gave his true desire away.

Control. I needed to remain in control.

“Are there more of you?” I would continue to ask this until he gave me the answer I wanted. I knew he couldn’t have survived alone. There had to be more men, and perhaps women who hid them. This quadrant was too well patrolled for him to have just wandered in, but it was also unbelievable that it could also be the case.

I stripped off my dress and kicked off my shoes. Next came my matching lingerie. I rubbed his face against my breasts. Saliva that had slipped out from between his lips and the ball slicked up my skin. “I’ll let you suck on them if you give me an answer.” I backed away.

When he didn’t reply, I kneeled before him and ran my nails up his thighs. “Are you sure you don’t want to tell me? I could make this quite painful for you. And not in the pleasurable way you’ll enjoy.” He slumped as much as he could being bound, his head rolling back while his eyes slipped shut.

Flicking my tongue back and forth over the head of his cock caused muffled moans and more hip thrusts. Perhaps he’s just an unchipped pet someone kept for themselves. The thought disconcerted me. While women were allowed to have a pet, it was always best to keep them under control.

“Are there more unleashed males where you come from?” I needed an answer. I craved an answer. I hadn’t tasted such tasty male in a long time. I wondered if it had to do with his unleashed state. He hung in the chair, eyes barely open, staring at me.


A sliver of fear wormed its way inside. Were they plotting against us? Did they send this one to us to check out defenses? To steal intel or tech secrets?

“Are you plotting something? To free the men of the world that are Leashed?” I was screaming in his face, spittle flying from my lips, hand embedded in his too long hair.

The male shook, his eyes were screwed shut tight. When it came to me what I was doing, I backed off. “You’re a pet?” Control. I needed to remain in control.


“Good. You’ll tell me everything. If you want to be mine. Do you want me?”

The unleashed male nodded so fast and hard, I thought he’d break his neck. Moving forward I embedded myself onto his thick cock. Once I settled firmly in place, I removed the ball gag. A moan so long and loud exited him I feared for his throat.

“Oh fuck, you are perfect, you hit all the right spots.”

“Such a good boy.” I rode him, pumping my legs up and down, digging my nails into his chest. The clips on his nipples stood out, rubbing against my own as I bounced. “Oh fuck, you are perfect, you hit all the right spots.”

I pulled his hair and he pumped his hips, trying to meet every downward movement with his own thrust. “Oh yes, that’s it! Keep doing that.” Faster we met, the rhythm becoming wild. I removed the clips from his nipples and he cried out. I could feel him filling me up as I clenched down onto his length.

Nuzzling against his neck when I could move again, I kissed and nibbled him, reveling in his wild taste. “Mine.”

“Yes, Mistress. I belong to you, now and until my last breath or until you tire of me and send me away.” I kissed him soft and gentle, slipping my tongue inside his lips.

“Good boy.”

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Masturbation Monday: Distracted

I love it when a good story pops into my head. No idea where this one came from… the original story I worked on earlier today for MM was about ass worship, but this one overrode the idea and hey, who am I to tell my muse no?

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Thud thud thud.

With every smack of the wooden ruler against his palm, I shivered.

“Leo, are you listening?” Grayson slapped the ruler against the table this time. His jaw tightened but only for a moment. “I see you’re distracted. Perhaps it’s time for a break.”

Grayson had taken over my tutoring when I’d been put on academic warning. The past few months had not only raised my grades, but had raised interesting questions about myself as well.

“Take off your shirt and get on your knees.” He moved from across the table. Ruler in his strong grip.

A flush came over me. It was late, but we were in the library. There were pockets of study groups all over the building. Our floor appeared relatively empty and no one was in our direct line of sight, but still, chances were we could be caught.


“No stalling. Take it off.”

Swallowing, after a quick glance around, I removed my shirt and fell to my knees before him. “Yes, Sir. Please forgive me. I keep thinking about….” My mind flashed back to our last session and every muscle in my body tightened. I closed my eyes, wanting to revel in the memories.

Grayson flicked the ruler against my chest, focusing on my nipples. With every smack I flinched. “Focus, Leo. I require you to focus on the work, not on what happened last week.”

Smack Smack Smack.

The pain cleared my mind and helped center my thoughts. As I expected another smack from the ruler, it didn’t come. Instead, something more delectable took my attention. Warm and hard and pressed against my lips. At first, I thought I had to be wrong, lost in a fantasy. But no, when I opened my eyes, there it was, Grayson’s stiffness against my lips.

“Hurry up, Leo. You don’t want us to get caught, right?” Grayson’s voice was low with a little taunting buried deep.

I went to reply, but ended up with a mouthful of cock instead. I grabbed his hips as he wrapped his hands around my head. My hair was too short to grab, so he wrapped his long fingers around my head as if it were a ball. As Grayson pushed me forward, I pulled him to me. I couldn’t take my time and enjoy the feel of his meat against my tongue, the taste of him on my lips. After using every little trick I learned from reading and porn, I found myself swallowing down every drop.

Through the entire thing, Grayson had been stone silent and unmovable. Quickly he hid himself and handed my shirt to me. I flinched a little when the tenderness of my nipples against the shirt kicked in. Grayson snickered a little, then reached over and pinched one.

“C’mon. Let’s get out of here. I have a feeling you’ll pay better attention if I take care of this first.” He patted the raised portion of my loose jeans and then started packing up our things.

“Yes, Sir.” I couldn’t wait to find out what he had in store for us back at his place.

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Sharing is Caring: Blackmailing the Babysitter by Liam Alexander

Welcome to another installment of Sharing is Caring! This time around I’ve gotten a submission from Liam Alexander. Please enjoy the excerpt from Blackmailing the Babysitter. Make sure to follow Liam on Twitter and say hello!

“Before we decided to hire a babysitter, Barb had me install a hidden webcam in the living room,” he explained.
Aimee’s stomach turned to ice. Holy shit! she thought. Could they have seen her when she was…no, there was no way they could have seen that little incident a week or two ago! It was too dark for a little video camera to pick up…
“Wh-what did you see?” Aimee asked, trying to appear calm and failing miserably. Robert looked down and sighed. He opened up a laptop on the desk.
“I was going through the recording of last week,” Robert said, pressing on an icon on the screen, “and this is what saw.”
Shit! Shit! Shit! Aimee kept repeating in her mind. A small window opened, playing a grainy black-and-white video. It showed Aimee, recognizable even in the night vision of the camera, sitting on the living room couch. There was a faint source of light that shined on her, presumably from the television screen.
On the video, Aimee was wearing a lightly-colored top and a dark miniskirt. The skirt was pulled up, though one couldn’t see much because her hand was in the way, her fingers fiercely at work on her clit. She was biting her lip, her back arching a little. Beyond anything else, the look in her eyes made one thing perfectly clear: She was certainly enjoying herself.

Bio: I’m a married father of two living in Washington state, though I grew up in New England. I have been working on a fantasy novel for years now but decided to try my hand at writing erotica (a therapist told me to keep my girlfriends on paper, so that’s what I’m doing). I enjoy writing because it is my escape from an otherwise mundane life.

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Random Facts About Yourself: I test bubble wrap for a living. I’m not joking, either.

Adventures in Writing: Winding Path

Writing isn’t easy. It’s hard. It was never meant to be easy.

My writing history has been a winding path. Sometimes, I barrel off that path into the unknown, machete waving back and forth trying to forge my own way. And that’s how it should be. We should all find our own way of doing this thing. Creating universes from nothingness isn’t an easy thing. And in a way, that’s what we do. We create something from letters, painting pictures with pretty words, that cause someone to feel bliss or anger or freedom.

I’ll be honest with you. I don’t feel like I’m very good at this whole writing thing. I’m not fishing for compliments. I have read so many amazing stories over the years and sometimes, like others, I get that “why didn’t I think of that!?” feeling. We all get that. I also have a hard time finding books that I can keep reading these days, or listening to. Sometimes, it’s me. Other times, it’s definitely the book. I’m sure there are hundreds, maybe thousands, of people who love the books I want to throw out the window, so I don’t feel bad about it.

There are so many story ideas written down in my files, and I’m working on way too many things at once, procrastination is attached to me like a symbiotic parasite and some days I feel all tied up. Ropes and knots rub and chafe. I feel like there’s no way I can finish anything because there’s so much to do. I’ve been asked to write guest posts as well, which I have no idea what to do there, how to do it… It’s a little scary and so I haven’t done it. I want to write something sexy, something intriguing. Something that makes someone feel gooey inside like a melty chocolate chip cookie.

I’ve seen people quit. Whether temporary due to crazy stress with every day life, or just poof, vanish altogether, never to be seen again. I wasn’t called to writing. In fact, I still believe the universe, multiverse, deity, spirit, God… whatever you may call it, wanted me desperately to be a therapist of some kind. I’m way too sensitive for that and way too empathetic to be able to handle the emotional stress that would most likely come along with that and I continually say no. On the other side of the coin, I have a very difficult time telling some people to suck it the fuck up and quit whining. Then I want to quote Yoda and say Do or Do Not, There is no Try.

I write because I enjoy writing. I may not be great when it comes to sticking to a tense (always learning) but we all have our faults. I bet my 9th grade English teacher would be devastated knowing that I write. He was a nitpicker, but I learned more from him than anyone. I barely passed that class with a D, but I kept my notes from that class for years.

Basically, what I’m saying is either shit or get off the pot. Nothing in this world is truly easy to do – except giving up.


A Penny for your Thoughts: Off the Rails

I feel like I owe an explanation for my lack of posting, twittering, and so forth. I haven’t been pressured for it or anything, but it’s weighing on me and I wanted to let everyone know that things are about to be back to normal (whatever normal is… I tend to be a bit weird.)

The past few weeks have been kind of crazy around here. If you’re here often, (or follow me on Twitter) then you know it drives me a touch {batshit} crazy to have two Masturbation Monday posts in a row. The simple fact that I didn’t have a post scheduled – when I knew things were going to be off the rails – is sad.

I’m almost always writing. I write blog posts that you’ll never see because by the time I’m done with them, the feeling is over and I can’t seem to recapture the zealousness I felt when the idea struck. Every week (minus the few in the beginning that I miss) I write a Masturbation Monday post. I have been working on a new Sizzling Nibble for months. I started trying out TMI Tuesday and Wicked Wednesday.

I ended up in kind of a funky brain fog for a little while. With my daughter heading into her last finals week, planning to move, and graduating college all in a very short span of time, things around the house were a bit stressed. It’s a lot, especially when it happens all at once.

After she moved out, I started getting the house back in order. I’ve always been a lazy cleaner, but there was so much to be done, I knew that if I didn’t tackle a lot of the big stuff at once, I would never do it. I took last Friday off work and scrubbed the bathroom to within an inch of its so-called life. Then I went through the burn box to separate stuff that actually could be burned vs. the items that aren’t supposed to be burned. I also rescued several books that I’m going to donate because they shouldn’t be burned. Once that was taken care of (the box still hasn’t been burned… because: lazy) I started on the rest of the living room which means moving furniture and so forth. After that, I swept and scrubbed floors, and started on the kitchen.

I’m still working on the kitchen but it’s coming together. I mean, I took time to scrub the fridge as well as I scrubbed the bathroom because pineapple juice is always and forever sticky until you get hot water, Dawn, and a scrub brush. I have to figure out what to do with some pots and pans that need replaced and reorganize the cupboards.

There are so many things I’ve been working on, and so many ideas that I’ve had piling on top of me, that I’ve also been procrastinating. The fact that I still have not finished 7 Days of Sin: Flashed on Friday yet makes me want to pull my hair out. The story is freaking hot. I keep getting more details about the characters and what makes them tick, which is definitely a good sign that the story needs to be written.

There’s also a Sizzling Nibble that’s been pinging around the back of my mind. I’ll be revisiting that day at the Park again with Soaked at the Park. It’s a naughty semi-taboo story. I’ve also started writing a story involving Jacob from Punished by the Boss (and the others that go with it). The incredibly talented Dr. J. and I have something in the works as well and I feel terrible because I haven’t touched it since it started.

And there’s more, because there’s always more. I think my muse likes to sit around and think of ways to torment me with salacious story ideas and then cackle in glee while I chase them around with a net that has a hole in it. However, there’s good news, too! The sun has finally found Ohio again and I’m starting to feel that funkified fog start to dissipate. I can see further down the road and I know that I need to make a list of things to do.

What have you been letting boil over on the burner due to fog or fatigue or your creativity train hopping the rails? 

Masturbation Monday: Sunlit Caress

Sometimes, you need a special getaway at an amazing spa with a masseur willing to step over the line to help you relax.


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Strong hands ran down my back to my hips, hitting pressure points and finding the tense knots embedded in my body. “Breathe. Let your thoughts flow freely.”

Declan’s words caressed my ears the same way his hands were caressing my body. If I were wearing panties, they’d have dropped to the floor, regardless of the fact that I was lying face down on a massage table.

The two-day spa getaway had been forced upon me, and seven on a Saturday morning was a worst-case scenario for a night owl like me, but once he got to work on the kinks in my body, I had no regrets. I’d never had a massage outdoors before, but the early morning sun kissed my skin and the chirping was pleasant and relaxing.

“Quit clenching your jaw. I can’t work out everything if you don’t let yourself go.” That honey-warm voice slipped over me.

“Sorry, sometimes I just can’t quite get there. I’m the worst person for a massage. It’s been a rough couple of months as well.” Just telling him this while he worked his magic fingers helped. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. The muscles of his arms, his warm, sultry voice, and his touch infused my fantasies.

“No worries. I have no other appointments this morning. I’m all yours.” Desire dripped from his words and heat filled every inch of me.

For a moment, I wondered if I had fallen asleep and this was all a dream, but then he went to work on my feet and a moan of pleasure ripped through me like never before. “Oh, fuck that’s good.” My fingers clenched and my lust raised to a new level. I wondered how much of him was all mine.

By the time I caught my breath and the glow of mini-climax faded, Declan had moved back up to my neck and shoulders. “Oh, now that’s much better. You’ve still got tension knots, but these are much more manageable.”

The grin on his face was all the ‘yes’ I needed.

I melted beneath his ministrations. His fingers pushed and pulled and pinched, then moved along. There wasn’t any way for me to stop the twitches and occasional squirming. My thighs were sticky and I wanted him to touch me elsewhere, massage me in a way that was most likely frowned upon in such a high-end establishment.

Declan slid his fingers down my back, over the slope of my ass, to my thigh. “How relaxed do you want to go, Lacey?” Fingertips squeezed and kneaded my thighs. For a moment, I thought I felt the heat of his breath against my skin.

“I want to be so relaxed I won’t want to move for a week.” The words came out as a whisper and I thought he may not have heard me. The table shifted and the blanket was removed from my backside. A cool breeze incited the heat between my legs.

Strong fingers, Declan’s fingers, lifted and separated my cheeks. I automatically opened my thighs further, giving him even more access. “God, you smell tasty. I wanted to taste you the second I saw you.” Warm, wetness covered my pussy lips. He licked me clean, like a melting ice cream cone.

As he worked his wicked tongue on me, I stiffened back up, a different kind of ache arcing through my limbs. Declan teased me with that tongue, flicking my clit with the tip, then licking me all the way up. I gripped the edge of the bed, nails digging into the mattress.

He wasn’t done with me. Declan lifted me a little and sucked on me, nibbled on me, and when I least expected, slid two thick fingers deep inside. “Yes, yes. There, oh right there.” Words failed me for the most part, all except the ones that mattered.

“What about there?” Declan whispered in my ear, all that honey and sex dripping from his husky voice and I shattered. My walls clenched onto his fingers as he worked me, his teeth nibbled on my shoulder. I dug my fingers harder into the mattress, blissful cries echoed off the wall that blocked the little grove we were in.

He moved off the table with the prowess of a man who knew what he was capable of. I laid there, in my blissful afterglow as Declan recovered my flesh. No idea where I got the strength from, I sat up to lean on one elbow and look at him. “Any chance I can have another round somewhere more private and with you naked?”

The grin on his face was all the ‘yes’ I needed.

In case you were unaware, May is Masturbation Month! Kayla is doing something really awesome and you should definitely stop by and check it out!

You can find more delicious 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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Featured From Elsewhere: Love Slave on FrolicMe

Do you like Erotic Films?

If you do, and you have a difficult time finding something that trips your trigger, you might want to try out Frolic Me. The website is run by people who love sex and love tasteful erotic films. You can tell the people in the films are happy to be there, that they enjoy their work. Yes, it is a pay site, but give it a go and I have a feeling you’ll enjoy what they have to offer.

Not only do they offer erotic films, they also have authors like myself, F. Leonora, Nicci Haydon, and many other incredible people that write short stories to go with the films. The authors have leeway to give the characters a background story and give deeper context to the films. Hand in hand they enrich and entice, inciting your desire and your imagination.

And now, I’d like to share with you an excerpt from Love Slave, a short story I wrote for the film of the same name.

Bulky leather cuffs encircled my wrists. Matthew’s warmth had dissipated from my skin and a shiver ran through my body. I could see shapes and colors, but the gauzy blindfold didn’t allow me to see much more. It was strange being cuffed yet free to move around. Normally, I’d be strapped down, awaiting whatever Matthew felt like doing to my entrapped body, but not today.

I could hear his breathing and movement. The soft sound of clothing being removed was easy to identify because I could see the shadowy movement that accompanied it. Running my fingers along the lace corset that covered my flesh caught his attention.

“Are you enjoying your surprise, baby girl?” Matthew’s voice was hushed, as if he were afraid that someone might overhear.

“Oh, yes Sir. This is the best thing ever. How much time do we have?” I stretched, reaching high, elongating my torso, standing on tip-toe. Feeling Matthew’s gaze on my body warmed me up faster than anything. I could feel the path his eyes took.

“We have all night, my love.” Matthew sprawled himself on the king size bed. I stepped towards him, wanting to join him on the monstrous-sized mattress. “No wait. I want to watch you for a bit. I want to savor every moment of tonight. Turn me on, baby girl.”

Flustered, I had no idea what to do. We’d never played like this before. I was always caught and tied down, used for his pleasure, and then rewarded with my own. How was I to know what he wanted me to do without his instructions?

“Touch yourself, Veronica.” Command radiated out of him and I shook a little.

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TMI Tuesday: Life: dating, your body and more

Life: dating, your body and more

1. What period of your life was the happiest? Why?

Well, last Saturday was pretty happy watching my daughter walk across the dais to receive her bachelor’s degree. Happiness tends to be a difficult emotion for me to tackle and hang on to. I’m generally content, though. Now don’t get me wrong. I do my best to live in the moment because it’s better than worrying about tomorrow or fretting about yesterday. I’ll be damn happy when summer finally makes an appearance since spring so far has been chilly and wet.

2. True or False. If you want a successful date, take charge–take the lead. Why?

Neither. It depends. I don’t date. I go out and do things for myself, so I do take charge of where I’m going and what I’m doing. But, I will say this: Be yourself when you’re dating. Pretending to be otherwise will just lead to unhappiness and broken hearts if you pretend to be other. Find someone who brings out the best in you and you the best in them – but that takes time and it takes communication, trust, and compromise.

3. True or false: Males are aggressive and assertive, and women are nurturing. Explain your answer.

These questions as true and false aren’t quite working out here. Nothing is so black or white. There are many types of males and females. I’ve met guys who are very assertive and very aggressive on the outside, but it’s just a shell hiding that they are scared and all they want is to be taken care of and told everything is going to be alright.

I’ve met women who, even in this day and age of freedom and choice and independence, just want a good husband, a couple of kids, pets, and a nice house with a picket fence.

4. Is your body keeping you from a good sex life? How so?

Eh, not so much. I have plenty of options for a good sex life, however, my self-control is ridiculously high. I get hit on often – no, I’m not boasting here, just stating a fact. Unfortunately, no one wants to have an actual conversation. And then those that do have an actual conversation are so far out there away from how I feel and think that I end up clamping my mouth shut because – while I may be a sarcastic bitch more often than not, I do try to respect the point of view of others, regardless of how many buttons it pushes.

5. Smiles. Do you have a sexy smile that is different from your regular smile. Post a pic of your sexy smile or describe it for us?

I’m not sure about this. If I’m misbehaving in conversation with a coworker, they’ll mention a smile, that I’m blushing. More often than not, it’s my eyes that get the compliments.

Bonus: May is Masturbation Month. Which of these is your best benefit from masturbating:
a. helps you to relax and/or fall asleep
b. boosts self-esteem
c. combats erectile dysfunction
d. helps you know what feels good so you can tell your sex partner

Definitely a and b. Since I’m single and haven’t been making fun dates with a guy friend, there’s no d. C does not apply.

This has been TMI Tuesday brought to you by the TMI Tuesday Blog! Hop over there to see what others answered about these truly intrusive questions. Don’t be shy! Just be yourself.

Masturbation Monday: The Professor

Apologies for the silence this past week. The chaos has subsided and I hope to keep a better schedule. For now, enjoy The Professor.

“Good evening, Professor. How may I please you this evening?” The ear piece was a familiar feeling. My client wanted to hear me. Normally, I would say no to these requests, but the Professor was so respectful, I couldn’t help myself but to give him what he desired.

“Show me what you’re wearing.” Warmth engulfed me at the sound of his voice. Stern, but soft. Like silk covering steel.

I stepped in front of the cameras. They only showed me from the collarbone down. Even though they showed me from all angles, I turned and posed. I lifted the skirt to give him a peek of the white cotton underwear covering my backside. The Professor’s breathing was apparent in my ear.

“Bend over and slip your hand in between your legs. Above your underwear.” He swallowed and took another breath. I wondered what he was doing while he watched me touch myself.

Following instructions, I bent over, a camera pointing directly between my legs would capture every little detail. I ran them over the damp panties, back and forth, stroking myself into a frenzy. Changing pressure, speed, and rhythm got me all worked up and I knew he could hear my whimpers on his end of the line.

“Oh, Professor. Please, may I go beneath the cotton panties?” Biting my lower lip was inevitable. Asking permission was always required. Sometimes I wondered if there was a student the Professor desired and I was the replacement.

“Naughty, show me everything. Or I’ll assign homework.”

“You may pull them down part way and smack yourself on the ass.” Gruff command. I knew he would allow me to fondle myself to completion soon. He must have somewhere to be.

Complying, I flip the short skirt over my ass and pull the panties down about mid-thigh. Picking up the wooden ruler, I smacked myself five times on each cheek. The sting felt good against my taut cheeks. Squats paid off, regardless of how much I hated them.

“Good. Remove the panties and play with yourself. I want to see you come.” His voice became harsh and I knew he was close to finishing. I wanted to hear his grunts and wished I could taste him on my lips.

Turning to sit on the edge of the chair, I slid the panties down to my ankles. Teasing a little, I slipped my hand under the skirt and stroked, the head of my cock teasing and peeking out from the edge of the skirt. I’d been leaking ever since I saw the email from the Professor requesting time from me this evening and put the panties on to get them wet for his eyes only.

He was the only one I dressed up for, the only one who got to hear my voice. The only one who would get his screen covered with drops of jizz when I hit the camera lenses around me just right.

“Naughty, show me everything. Or I’ll assign homework.” There was a growl to his voice and I knew he wanted me to break the rules.

“Yes, Professor.” Tonight, I complied. We could have punishment another time.

“Faster, stroke faster.” He gasped when he spoke and I knew, it was time. I reached up and tweaked my nipple, then again harder. I kept pinching my nipple, speeding up as I sped up my strokes until I couldn’t any longer.

“Good, yes. Come, come right now you, filthy slut.”

The words hit me and I did. I shot my load, coating the cameras in sticky white streaks. On the other end, I could hear him join me, and I licked my lips, wishing he could see me. I licked my sticky fingers, just a swipe across my tongue, wondering if he tasted anything like me.

In case you were unaware, May is Masturbation Month! Kayla is doing something really awesome and you should definitely stop by and check it out!

You can find more delicious 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.

Link: Masturbation Monday

Link: Kayla Lords