At Brat’s End

One last time…press play… “We thought it was time.” Apple smiled at Cliff.  “But I hadn’t even met you.” His red sweatered chest puffed out.  “I know, but I’m taken.”  He clinked his wine glass, full of red, with her’s.  “Congrats on your promotion.” “Promotion?” Cross grabbed her naked hip and kissed her cheek.  “You mean you don’t know?” Cliff …

Frozen Moustache

Author’s note:  This “Wicked Wednesday” piece has a bit of a “Movember” theme to it.  I have had a moustache and goatee for the last fifteen years…more recently, I have gone to a full beard…as such, living in Canada I do know a thing or two about frozen moustaches.  Second point, lately I have added music to these posts…but for …

Best Redhead Ever!

“He’s right, you know, you are a good girl.” The blonde smiled up at her, “Thank you.” “Oh, I’m Apple, by the way.”  She offered her hand. “Um, nice to meet you, Apple,” the blonde looked confused. Apple got off the blonde and sat on the edge of the bed.  Her naked skin was sweaty from their previous activities and …

Collar for a Good Girl

Press play… She allowed me to lift her head from the pillow.  I can only imagine the feeling of the leather I slipped under her neck, followed by the slight clink as the buckle was done up.  It brought a smile to her lips. It was her birthday, and I had promised her something special.  As the first part of …

Black and White

Press play… She waited on her knees, as instructed.  Her black corset was tight, but breathable.  Cuffs bound her wrists behind her back and were connected by a longer chain to her black leather collar. I had her bend over, “doggy-style”, to link the chains and put on the cuffs.  As always, I was gentle but firm with her.  She …

Halftime Tension Release

The day had been horrid. Work stress was nasty with customers whining about deadlines that really were not that urgent at all…not like any lines were actually dying. My neck was sore…my back was sore…and before she arrived, my mind was deep in the flow of alcohol that I had opened myself to. She quickly became my caretaker.  Her blonde …

Cock Worship

I sit at my typewriter working on the great erotic novel. Yes, I use a typwriter. I clack it old school. In the background Mike + the Mechanics play one of their newer tunes, “I Don’t Do Love” as the dusk begins to settle in. Speaking of old school, I am typing by candlelight. It is something every smut writer …

Restraints for the Holidays

The bed was four-poster.  Made of walnut stained to give it a grey hue.  The manufacturer had even worked with the knots typically found in walnut, as opposed to around them.  Though it was a modern style, the knots gave it an aged look. An ostrich-style lamp was on each of the side tables.  To the right the table was …