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Monthly Archives: November 2014
I called Him this morning to arrange our meeting–and almost didn’t recognize His voice. His voice, usually a warm mid-range tone was deep and raw. Yes, M is sick. Really wicked awful sick. I cancelled with Him. Told Him that … Continue reading
I know, I know… You came hoping for the next chapter, which is locked between my ears, still. I can’t write. I’m going to see Him in a few hours. It’s been 3 weeks since I last saw Him. Three. Fucking. … Continue reading
He watched. She felt it, sometimes. But it felt–and how stupid did this sound–protective. He was definitely checking her work, but with an openhandedness that was relaxing. She set her own pace, coming in early most mornings. She began to … Continue reading
It’s Thanksgiving here in the States, and the annual tradition of turkey and stuffing and all that good food and companionship and family and friends–and the time to give thanks for our many blessings–is upon us. I do give thanks … Continue reading
It turned out that Nettles, the bar where she’d hoped to land a job as a janitor, was way more than a bar. The entire building was the bar. And the bar was a dungeon. She kept trying to wrap … Continue reading
so…ya’ll know that M and I are wicked football fanatics, yes? (American football, that.) So we’ve had this bet thing going all season and I’ve been *wicked* good at it, earning O’s like crazy each gameday. So this week I … Continue reading
I’m not sure where these sort of tales come from. Maybe because I’ve had an extended mental vacation from writing, or maybe it’s the change in seasons, or maybe I’m just super horny right now, but idea’s for stories are … Continue reading
“Tell me you want my cock.” He was across the garage bay, leaning against the front fender of her car. Head tilted to one side, he looked at her. She was a beautiful mess; tits peppered with bruises, skirt hiked … Continue reading
Tryin’ to warm up on this frigid, frost on the nips kind of morning…