Press play... "All I said was that the bird was pining for the fjords, but it seems Trisha thought I wanted more." The class erupted with laughter. The room was dark save for a white spotlight overhead featuring a black massage table at the centre. A single step surrounded the massage table where the students stood in shadowy rows around with the taller folk up on the step. It always made her happy to get the right jokes in at the right time. It always tended to take the nervous students' minds off the fact that all in the room were naked. She always felt that humor in erotica added to the stories for her, so it seemed important to add them to her BDSM teaching, as well. Her eyes fell to the gentleman on the table. "What's your [Read more...]
Tempest looked down at him and giggled. She still held a riding crop in her hand as she stood at the bedside with only her polka-dot red and white panties and bra left on. Her red hair cascaded over her left shoulder with little memory of the ponytail it had started the evening in. For six hours, Kipling had indulged her scene of fetish and erotica. There had been no complaints from him about any of it. He grinned as she had applied handcuffs, bound his ankles and put the blindfold on him. There had been an occasional grimace and groan during the flogging and cropping periods. There had been plenty of pleasurable groans while he endured her guests taking turns sucking his large cock. Tempest wasn't sure that endured was the correct [Read more...]
Her eyes fluttered open. The poking had awoken her, of that Drew was certain. Good thing she enjoyed what usually followed. Leaning back, she felt him move behind her, shifting to his back. "Still asleep," she whispered, "but hard as a fucking rock." Her eyes climbed the tent of the rumpled white sheets over his midsection. In the darkness, the shrouded erection was but a massive ghost in shades of grey lifting the sheets up from him. Her eyes shifted to the empty champagne bottle on the bedside table. A warm tipsy memory of Jon crouched between her legs with that bottle walked through her mind bringing a smile. There had been paddle whacks, handcuffs, and a blindfold, but the bottle sliding into her had been the newest and most taboo [Read more...]
Author's note: I've used the character of Bronx before...but been quite awhile as he's been in limbo since 2011. I have yet to decide if this is a continuation or a reboot...but we'll figure that out shortly. The Ferrari stopped and the tinted windows opened to reveal an old man with a slight fringe of dark gray hair and big 1970s-esque mirrored sunglasses. Bronx shook his head as he watched the car through the storefront window. "Those fuckers keep getting older, I tell ya." "He looks like Stan Lee," Brooklyn pointed out with a nod. "I'd do him." Bronx's brown eyes turned to her with a few blinks. "What? Silver foxes are hot. Ironic that they're calling this the Ferrari of dildos," Brooklyn lifted the orange phallic device from the [Read more...]
Press play... "What's with the disco? She feeling retro again?" Silk laughed. "No, Argyle, She got a new toy." "Oh, is that why we're...?" "Of course, Argyle, why else would we be? And you know as well as I that 70s disco means it's her playtime." "I see how it is. She masturbates with these machines..." "Preach to the choir, reverend!" "and we're..." Argyle stopped to take a big breath. "Yeah, forgotten," Silk growled. "...left like yesterday's newspaper." Priscilla screamed in pleasure from on top of the bed. "Selfish," Argyle said with a cluck of disgust. "Just selfish. And why i" Silk sighed. "She doesn't seem to understand we can't fold ourselves."
"How about the word blowjob?" Dana asked and glanced up at Brad. Brad glanced at her and shook his head. "Legalities, we can't say things like that. The L.E. would be down their throats so fast." "L.E?" Her eyes returned to the screen in front of her. In the dark room, her freckled face was even paler in the bath of the monitor light. "Law enforcement. Here." He moved his chair closer so she could see his laptop. "This is a site from Australia called Escorts & Babes. All these beautiful ladies have profiles but never get too specific on the details." His eyes dropped to Dana's bare pale breasts momentarily. Dana put her hand on the trackpad and scrolled down. "Wow. Three hundred dollars for half an hour. I'm in the wrong [Read more...]
Author's note: this is an excerpt from the upcoming novel of erotica, Darwin's Sword - Savannah Book Two, which will be out in November. Being Wicked Wednesday was where Savannah made her first ever appearance, seems the appropriate place to give a little tease of what's to come. "How do you stand this fuckin' heat?" Jasper lifted her rum and Coke to sip on. "The alcohol always helps." Savannah glanced over at her. "That and the lack of clothes at these resorts." Many wandering eyes were on the brunettes at the bar. Most were flirting and playing with their own partners while trying to attract others on the sandy beach that surrounded the bar. Overhead, the sun kept a spotlight on all of them, whether simply flirting or couples [Read more...]
Helga sat down on the curb. The crack of dawn left the street barren beyond gulls picking up the scraps found everywhere. "What a night," she whispered and pulled the pink scarf from around her neck. Lifting her ass off the curb, she put the scarf down. Pulling her skirt up, she set her bare ass back down on the scarf. At least it would keep some of the cement cold off her while she remembered. Her right hand lowered between her legs. Where had she lost her panties? She was not entirely sure. Her pussy ached, however. It ached beautifully having been opened so many times the night before. Her fingers rubbed, avoiding the raw parts, but enjoying the wet again. As she moved, the rosary swayed across her chest. When Carlos [Read more...]