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Photographs (revisited)
(This story was originally published in 2012 in three parts. I’m re-publishing it here, with its audio version, as a complete text, as I update the fiction on this site.) Tanya was a pretty, yet plain woman. The only thing that set her apart from the crowd was her hair — a fiery orange-red and naturally curly. She kept it long only because she had no other choice. If she cut it, she’d be sporting an afro, which she felt would look odd atop her 5’7″, 140 pound, translucently pale and abundantly freckled frame. She wore simple, dark clothing and avoided patterns, figuring her hair was resplendent enough. Even her…
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Eating Out
I’m cleaning up some early blog work and updating it to merge with my podcast (Brigit’s Erotic Bedtime Stories), so I figured, since many of these stories predate most of my current readership, I’d refresh and re-post them as “new to (some) of you.” This one is actually based on some real people and is part of an early fantasy that Mr. D and I had in our beginning dating days. We used to go to this Italian restaurant where “Harmony” and “Cole” worked and we’d talk about what we’d like to do with them. Of course, nothing ever happened, and both of these beautiful young people moved on to…
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Self-Service: The Art of Female Masturbation
Oh my, but aren’t there a hundred thousand ways to touch one’s self?!! I was thinking about this morning, as I lay in bed, and got to wondering… I know I have my favorite ways of pleasuring myself. The ways that just work quickly to “get the job done,” the ways that draw it out, nice and slow. Hands/Fingers When I was young, this is the only thing I had, and so I learned fairly quickly how to use them adeptly for a quick, external clitoral orgasm. These were straight-forward and rather intense, but, they were all I really new before I had sex for the first time and realized…
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The Ghost in the Window
“They say she shows up whenever the fog rolls in and that she’s always naked when she appears,” Ginny’s eyes squinted up at the second floor window of her aunt’s newly renovated Victorian. Calvin glanced over at Ginny, eyebrows raised skeptically and inquisitively. “Have you seen her?” “I think I did once, when I was really young, but you know how a kid’s imagination can be. I might’ve just willed myself to see it.” “But you’ve stayed in the house before, right?” Calvin asked. “Of course,” Ginny replied, “Lot’s of times.” “Ever hear anything up there?” “It’s an old house, Cal, it makes all kinds of noises.” “Yeah, but…” Cal…
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The Mark of Pain
The Theory of (Pain) Relativity I’m fairly new to “enjoying” pain. And I say that with a bit of a grimace, because I’m not sure I’d really call it “enjoyment” quite yet. But there is something appealing about it…something that keeps me coming back, at least periodically, to the thought of it. I’ve even requested spankings a few times, and while I wouldn’t call the feeling “enjoyment” quite yet (or ever?), I would call it cathartic…freeing…unwinding. I suppose there’s real science to back what I’m feeling. The adrenaline rush…the endorphin release. But it doesn’t always feel good…and it doesn’t always help me relax. Which means there’s an element of mindset…
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I finally finished “30 Days of D/s” (and it only took 9 months!)
Yesterday, I sent Him a text: “It’s no-panty Friday and I’m itching for your cock…and your hand on my ass…” Along with this image (which I also posted on Twitter): He didn’t say anything about it, and we just hung out on the couch drinking coffee, reading, and waiting for the youngster to head off to the movies with His friend (something that is causing more and more of an obstruction to our sex life as he gets older and becomes more aware). I even headed off to do some chores and fuck around on the internet in my writing cave. When suddenly, this text appeared: “I don’t like waiting.”…
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Worth More than My Last Twenty
When he walked into the room, my eyes rolled down like a waterfall, crashing and widening in response to the bulge that showed clearly through the wide netted fabric of his boxer briefs. He pulsed it a few times, causing the black cotton to expand, holes stretching, which led me to the awareness of my twitching cunt. I considered how much I’d like him to stretch my holes in a similar manner. Picking me out of the crowd, he moved toward me, the size of him seeming to grow as he came closer. An illusion, but effective, nonetheless. I breathed in, catching his musk on the air, thick and inviting.…
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Hell to Pay
If you’d rather listen… He pulled over at the head of the trail and told me to take off all of my clothes. Looking at him with incredulity, I opened my mouth to argue…but thought better of it. This was a punishment, and it was meant to be as uncomfortable as he could make it. Naked, and highly aware of it, I opened the truck door and stepped down on to the damp fall leaves. They created a sort of rust and gold carpet leading all the way to the gate at the end of the path. We’d been here just a few days ago, exploring and taking photos. The…
