• Experience

    Having fun with naughty bits

    Just a funny little article to share: “35 Classy Slang Terms for Naughty Bits from the Past 600 Years” First of all, why are our bits naughty?  They have a job to do, and hopefully they do it well and often – which means they’re good, right?  Any way…go ahead…click on the link…you know you want to.  Have a giggle or two over the lists and then try some of them out in sentences.  Maybe you can incorporate a few in your erotic lexicon.  I know I’m always floundering for new names for genitalia when I write. Let’s try out a few… The gentleman played his silent flute down Petticoat…

  • Fiction

    Two for the price of one! (FFF)

    Today, you get two very different interpretations of the FFF photo and prompt below.  Daddy actually wrote one!  It was late, but maybe the wine made him do it. I decided not to read it until I wrote my version (just to make sure his ideas didn’t influence mine). Anyhow, here you go…. Word Limit = 250 Required Phrase = “Before” or  “After” Forbidden Words = Abandoned, Empty, mp3 player, and rope Bonus Words = You can go up to 300 total if you tell us both how she got there and what happened after she was found. Paybacks are a Bitch Brigit Delaney Sharp intake of dirty, cold morning air.  Eyes spring open,…

  • Fiction

    Suspicion…Part Two (trigger warning)

    Trigger Warning:  rape used in BDSM context A few weeks ago, there was a FFF prompt that led to my story “Suspicion”.  A friend of mine decided to add to what I started and emailed me what he came up with.  Thought I’d share it here as Part Two. Read Part One HERE. And now, enjoy Part Two… Greg said sternly to Stella, “Sit on the bed,” as he moved quickly across the room to intercept the terrified young man at the door. Greg had been a detective for five years and was the shining star of his detachment, bringing cases to the prosecutor that not even Sgt. Collins would…

  • Poetry

    Little Miss Muffet

    Wicked Wednesday Prompt: “Little Miss Muffet…” He reached down between her legs. “…sat on her tuffet…”He slipped his hand, between her legs, into the crotch of her ruffled panties, as she sat at the kitchen table, drinking her morning coffee over the newspaper.  His voice was subtle and playful in her ear.  A whisper.  An invitation. “…eating her curds and whey…”He took a ripe strawberry from the bowl on the table and placed it in her open, waiting mouth, effectively pulling her attention away from headlines and current events. “…Along came a spider…”His tongue tickled her neck as he kissed a path to her ear. “…who sat down beside her…”He…

  • Poetry

    How I Experience Your Pleasure

    I can see it in your face –the subtle crease under your eyes,the rush of blood to your cheeks,the concentration. Your skin flushes with heat –a slight, but quick, rise in temperature,the sweat glistening on your temples. I can sense it between my lips –the expectant twitch and pulse,the rigid contractions. A soft, whispery groan risesin the back of your throat –the sound of the simplest necessary pleasure. I can taste the salty sweetness –your perspiration mixed witha slight bitterness from deep within you. And when the warmth explodes into me,it washes through my veins withthe heat of a high greater than any drug,leaves me satiated, spent, and swimming ina…

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