***Well, you know what they say: Into every life... But this is Cale. It never rains - not while there's a hurricane as a possibility. This is Cale's life and it's never been an easy one. When I write romance, I try to stay mindful of the way that life - with all of its warts just seldom lays out a smooth pathway. There are bumps and stumps and Holy Hannah,...
Every so often, the authors and assorted perverts who hangout in the Author's Hangout overcome the urge to pontificate and/or procrastinate long enough to participate in a writing exercise. We are writers, after all, and must behave in a writerly fashion from time to time lest we incur the wrath of CharleyH. This pot luck stew featuring transportation-relat...
Penny closed her bedroom door quickly as soon as she got inside and took a series of slow and deep breaths as she leaned back against it, trying to stop her heart from racing as she recovered from the shock she had just gotten out in the hallway. It was a perfectly innocent thing, Penny assumed, a random meeting of two people in the wee small hours of the m...
In the penultimate chapter of his hedonistic saga, Cyrus finds himself in the farthest southern part of the country. Having impressed the team with his skills, he is certain of finding his new calling in life. He is now eager to get back home to meet his sweetheart, Priya, while still being a little sad to leave the beautiful country and his unbelievable exp...
I watch as her body relaxes into sleep. As gently as I can, I remove the blindfold, the earplugs, and the handcuffs, tossing them onto the floor. My little minx. I decide to leave the collar on, but I unclip the leash and toss it on the floor also. I watch her for a long time. First her face nuzzles into my neck. Then she rolls over, pressing her hands again...
The meat coma hit Vicki before I paid the bill. She looked down at her distended belly, which had just added a scoop of ice cream to the beef she'd eaten. She let out a very non-lady-like burp, then leaned against Liv and started to fall asleep. "I think she reached her limit on schnitzengruben," I said with a laugh. Liv didn't get the reference, but Blazing...
Summary: Straight white, black stud, cheerleader, nerd & submission Note 1: Although a rather unorthodox love story...this is a Valentine's Day 2014 Contest Entry because I wanted to try something different and because I believe love can occur in so many ways. Note 2: Choosing a category for this story was a struggle as the more I wrote the more the st...
Author's note: The novella below is my submission for the 2018 Winter Holidays Contest 2018. Please be aware that this work of fiction contains a variety of elements that might bother some readers, including BDSM themes (e.g., light bondage, master/slave dynamics, spanking and whipping for punishment); coercion themes (e.g., coerced/questionable consent,...
My wish is granted. "Just the vibrators first, Emma." HE plugs the dialled boxes, attached to the wires trailing from between my splayed legs, into a pair of wall-sockets and . . . ("JUST the vibrators. I do not understand.") . . . twists the left-most dials on the boxes half a turn. The imitation cocks start to buzz and shake in my well-stuffed holes....
The Meeting I sat in the Pavilion, waiting. I looked up at the atrium of rooms, the various carts scattered about, the maids pushing open doors to change the sheets, sniff the sheets and collect the pool for who had the most rooms with sex in them. The thought bounced around inside my head and I pulled my eyes down from those lurid heights and scanned the s...