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Jul 272009
 

  My volunteer was an unusually pretty woman, wearing a fluttery summer dress. She came hopping over the chairs, in her eagerness to get up on the stage, where I stood with hanks of braided nylon rope dangling from my hands. I reached down for her hands, and hauled her up– and she came up

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 Posted July 27, 2009  Tagged with: , , , ,
Jul 272008
 

This episode is: Rated; R at best, for mentions of sight and scent. Warnings; White nylon rope, nameless protagonist Word Count; 1160 I couldn’t quite get the hang of this series, untill I remembered a pair of characters I’d written years ago; Jessamine and Gloria (NC-17, F/F/F, BDSM) and then I knew where I was

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May 272008
 

Smut the first; 100 words. (Inspired by my character sketch for Charlie Dixon) prompt “Liquid”; Language There were words she wouldn’t say in English; fuck, cunt, cock. This woman, who would scream and scratch in orgasm, who drew blood with her kisses, who at kicked my buttocks as if she were spurring a horse, would

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 Posted May 27, 2008  Tagged with: , , ,
May 272008
 

An early story, 1994. When I wrote it, to speak about the mud, the pond, the grass, and the sexual feelings they aroused in me seemed almost impossible, making my hands sweat on the word processor keys. On the other hand, one man– sensitive enough– wondered where the action was; Hardcore, it seems, is in

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May 272008
 

“God damn, feels good to be clean again!” Gloria announced. A cloud of steam followed her as she stepped out of the bathroom, zipping up a pair of soft grey leather trousers. Her skin glowed from the heat, her ash-blonde curls dripped water onto her shoulders and naked breasts. Jessamine smiled and came to be

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May 272008
 

Griff was on her way to the showers. She was wearing her boots, chaps and harness — and a fair amount of mud. Damp earth streaked her normally immaculate leather. Mud decorated all of her body that was left bare. All the important parts were. Her ass still stung deliciously from the spanking she’d just

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May 272008
 

Morning; I stood at my front gate and watched the sun come up in the market street. I watched the housewives and shopkeepers, the balloon-seller and the pickpocket, bustling in the lovely light of a new Summer’s day. I was waiting for the right moment to step out onto the avenue, myself. Waiting on a

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Feb 132006
 

These short little exercises are called Flash Fiction, thank you- I hate the damned term “drabble”. here’s one, written christ-more than ten years ago! Warnings= embarrassing romantic dreamer tendencies, no more I played a song that was sexier than I had intended. I was overtaken by the incohate, inexplicable conviction that somewhere out there my

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