He'd been driving at least an hour to get to my house. He'd told me before he left that he'd want a shower upon arrival, so I responded that I'd wait to take mine with him. He also usually wanted a drink, and sometimes a smoke. And at some point, we were going to have… Continue reading What’s next?
Let me tell you about the story I'm not telling you. The one that you'd think would be so appropriate for me to tell on this site. This past weekend, some seriously HOT stuff happened. It was depraved and there was sweat and bondage and so. much. penetration. If I could have stepped outside my… Continue reading Smut, Interrupted
I knew what she wanted. I could tell, from the way she looked at me that she wanted me to take her and make her mine. She was dressed to impress, I'll give her that. That pencil skirt showed off her curves. And when she leaned over to pick up her purse from the floor,… Continue reading What smut looks like when I’m feeling grumpy
Her actions were methodical - almost robotic in nature. Closing the door behind her, she slid her arms from her raincoat, pulled the sweater over her head and unbuttoned her pants. Within minutes she was stripped down to her socks, panties, and a thin black tank top. It's too bright. She drew closed the heavy… Continue reading The Surrogate
She wasn't prone to blushing; hardly anything really embarrassed her. But this. "So, is that a yes?" he asked without a trace of bias one way or another. It was all up to her. "I think so,..." she said. "Think so? I think it's better if you know so." She looked over at the other… Continue reading And *scene*.
I tried to write some smut. It got away from me and turned into social commentary. Now I don't know what to call it. They sat in the board room, two dixie cups from the water cooler and an open bottle of champagne between them. The merger had been a success - one six… Continue reading Comfortable Silences
I was wearing sunglasses. Like Cyclops from X-Men, they're more for the protection of everyone else than to block out the sun. Especially when I'm wearing blue.
... I can tell you that when I write, you'll usually find it in there. The consent. The negotiation. The aftercare. I put them in my stories, or at the very least, I acknowledge when they are lacking.
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