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I like my sex like I like my food…
I was perusing Twitter this morning and came across this tweet from Jayne Renault. I love it. And it got me thinking this morning. Metaphorically speaking…I like a little spice. And, no surprise, Mr. D likes more heat than I do. I prefer comfort food over exotic cuisine. American and Western European dishes over Asian or Indian or Middle Eastern or…. It doesn’t mean I won’t try those things…or even enjoy them for what they are. I can appreciate something, yet not want to add it as part of my everyday menu. And when it comes right down to it, I’m not a huge fan of change. I order…
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A Stolen Moment
I grip the front of his flannel shirt, the softness of the fabric juxtaposed against the solidity of his chest beneath, and push…hard. He falls back, bouncing a bit as he lands, his back thudding against bales stacked behind. Hastily, I pull my skirt up and brace myself against the cold winter air. Even in the barn, it’s so frigid I can see my breath, so I waste no time. He’s down, and I am on him, straddling him, grimacing as I give all my weight to the painful points of hay sticking out from the bale. Leaning into it, I gasp, and then settle, grabbing his plaid-covered shoulders to…
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Fireworks
The explosions cracked above and vibrated the ground. Light filled the darkly bruised sky and showered down like leaves. It was our job to keep them coming, to wow the crowd with layered patterns and color. Adam prepped the explosives; my team lit them and sent them heavenward, standing back to admire his vision just as much as the crowd. Like a symphony, we dazed them with intricate melodies of light and soul-pounding percussion. And while Adam mesmerized them, their necks craned, eyes dazzled, mouths agape in appreciative “oohs” and “aahs,” we shocked them back to the awareness of their bodies, pulsing the ground with pounding booms. I wondered how…
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The Stranger (part 3)
This is an interactive story. I’ll be writing short bits and then asking for input from readers about where it should go next. Part 1 Part 2 Three days later, she noticed her note was gone, and in its place was a piece of paper folded multiple times. Emily carefully removed the yellow tack, but, taking the note in her tentative hold, it slipped from her shaking fingers and fluttered to the floor. She reached out to grab it, just as the door opened and the vacuum of wind pulled the note out the door, down the sidewalk, onto the edge of the curb. It danced there, mockingly, promising to…
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A long time coming
It’s been a long damned time since the Mr. and I have been alone. Like, really alone. Not just locked in a bedroom away from the teenager for a half hour, biting our noises back through gritted teeth and controlling the slap of skin against skin. No spankings or screams or hairpulling for us…for many, many months. But now that the older folks in our family have been vaccinated, we can go back to our usual Fridays, sending the teenager off for some quality time with his grandparents. And, surprise on top of surprise, we found out that our local restaurants had opened, as well. It meant we had a wonderful…
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Freshly Fucked
From our shadowy, mid-morning bedroom, He texts me a photo of His awakening cock…and the words, this needs to be in your pussy. Of course I smile and immediately make my way to the bedroom, past our headphoned, oblivious teen – happily immersed in a video game and unlikely to hear my smothered moans and whimpers in the other room – my face buried in a pillow, or His chest, my fingers between clenched teeth – swallowing pleasureful sounds I wish I could set free. (How long has it been since I could scream?) But this is the real world, and we have learned to adapt to our less than…
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In the Dark
“Well, that’s the last file, closed up and put away for the night, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you before I head home?” She spoke with an air of professionalism, tinged with familiarity. “No, Lora, that’ll be all. See you in the morning. The Smiths tend to be early, so I’ll need you here a bit before the usual time, just to make sure the conference room is ready. This is a big case…we don’t want to blow it.” She smiled at him, nodded, and assured him everything would be taken care of as expected. He had nothing to worry about. She gathered her things and…
