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The Glass Emperor-A Kink Crate Original by Dr. J.

Every Wednesday night, Mr. Ashton Blackthorne highlights one of his Wicked Pen Writers, and my turn had arrived to host my first Facebook take-over event in Blackthorne's Dungeon. Using my college classroom ice-breakers, I planned to introduce myself and facilitate fun sexuality games for the evening. But I wanted to have a special event, so I enlisted the help of my friends at Kink Crate.

I met the owners of Kink Crate back in November when they attended a pop-up book event where I was celebrating the release of Forever Tattooed. They shared information about their new business. The excitement for their project was infectious. Since then, we have been in constant contact. We’ve attended sex education functions together and discussed sex-positive business ideas.

So what is Kink Crate? It is an online subscription service for sex products. With a monthly subscription, five to nine naughty items around a particular kinky or sexy theme arrive for you in the privacy of your home. Along with the toys contained in your box is a handbook to help you unlock your personal pleasure and creativity. You may unleash your sexiness with either Kink Crate’s singles or couples subscription option. Their first theme was Cherry Pop, the second was Royal Luxury, and the upcoming theme is Deep in Love.

I knew that Kink Crate was selecting new toys for their future topics and I had an idea. What if they picked one toy they wanted to be named and I presented it to the Dungeon members during my party. Kink Crate agreed and last Wednesday in my party take-over, I showed the picture of the glass dildo they chose. Over the next twenty-four hours, members suggested names. With a total of thirty-one names, Kink Crate went to work to find the one that fit for their new product.

So today, it is my pleasure to share their choice with you. I introduce you to - The Glass Emperor. Isn’t it perfect? Pretty soon it will show up in a subscription box that could come to you.


One enthusiastic person will always know that they named this toy. As promised, Kink Crate is sending it to the participant who created the name. And lastly, I agreed I would create a short story, around The Glass Emperor.

Now you know the backstory of how The Glass Emperor got its name.

Is there a moral to this story?

Yes. Hang out with Kink Crate and me for a sexy, fun time. They provide the sex toys. I provide the naughty words.


 
 
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Two weeks ago, I found myself sitting in a closet waiting out a 30 minute tornado warning. Real life became my muse. Enjoy.


Desiree bolted up in bed when the weather radio blared the tornado warning. The electricity was out, and lightning flashes provided the only view. Jumping from her bed, she moved frantically to get to safety in the closet. She dove in and pulled the door tight.

Why hadn’t Justin made it home yet?

Her heartbeat throbbed in her ears. Sitting in the dark shaking, she lost all sense of time. Memories flooded her. The storm, her loss, and then Justin’s absence enveloped her. A panic attack was closing in.

She never heard him until the door flew open. He’s here. Water droplets splashed through the air and landed on her bare skin. She smelled Justin above the scent of wet clothes.

“Desiree?”

His desperate words hit her.

“Oh, Justin.  I’m scared.”

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here.” She reached out toward his voice, and her hand pressed into his drenched coat. Justin dropped to his knees.

“You’re soaked.”

“I’m cold, too.”

“Let me help you get these clothes off.”

“Aaah, my sex kitten is ready.”

“Shut up. You know how inclement weather makes me crazy.”

“I know.”

They fell over each other, in the small, inky space as they both pulled at his clothes attempting to get them off.

“Hmmm. You are all nakedly warm and inviting.”

“How can you think of sex right now?”

“Maybe you should try it.”

The darkness in the closet cloaked them. Justin’s masculine scent merged with the soggy fabric and put Desiree on edge. Fear had pumped her adrenaline, and now it was threaded with lust for him. When her hands met his damp, cold skin, she shivered. His shoulder grazed her nipple, and it stiffened.

Deafening thunder caused her to jump. Desiree’s hand landed on his thigh, next to his hard cock.

“It won’t be like last time, Desiree. Push those thoughts away. We’re safe here.”

Desiree fought the memories of losing the house to a monster tornado. Could she stay encased in the darkness feeling the warmth Justin’s cock provided?

She eased her hand down to his balls and cradled them in her hand. Justin’s satisfied moan made her smile.

“Your man parts are warm.”

“Keep exploring like that, and my whole body will heat up.”

Desiree squeezed his balls. After she had pushed the pile of wet clothes away, she stroked his cock like she had a hundred times before. Even through the darkness, Desiree visualized his response. She leaned over and captured the head of his cock between her lips. His ass rose off the floor.

“Dez… yes. Roll over. Let me hear you, do yourself. Make it loud.”

Moving on her side, Desiree lapped at Justin’s hard cock. Sucking him soothed and pacified her. She drew love lines up and down her wet lips with her index finger. Desiree rubbed her outer lips between her thumb and forefinger grazing her clit. She concentrated on enjoying Justin’s hardness.

“I hear you, Dez. You’re so wet. Aaaaah your mouth, tongue. That’s it, baby.”

The storm intensified, and so did Desiree. She matched the storm’s pace on herself and Justin. Tree branches cracked and scraped across the roof. Hail pellets pummeled the windows. Her heart rate soared. This soundtrack sent her to a terrifying edge.

A thunder clap shook the house, and her mouth popped off Justin’s erection. At that moment, the noise made her task apparent. Change the meaning of this storm.

 “I have to be closer, Justin. We have to fuck. This tornado will not defeat me.”

“Forget sex kitten. You’re a lion.”

She straddled his lap, lined up his cock and seated him all the way inside her.

“Auuggghh, Dez.

The house walls shook as much as she did. The howling wind surrounded them.

“Fuck me, Justin.” Beating the wailing beast was her goal.

Justin wrapped his arms around her and drove her body up and down on his cock. Desiree ground her clit on Justin’s pubic bone with every stroke. It wasn’t enough. She couldn’t let the storm win.

“Justin, finger my asshole.”

“What? For real?”

“Yes, do it, baby.”

Justin’s hand dropped down her back, and he cupped her ass squeezing her cheek as she continued to ride him. He slid his finger down her crack and pressed against her hole.

She sunk her teeth into his neck and had lift-off.

She soared on the orgasm, floating over the roar of the freight train storm.

No debris hit her, this time.

No wind ripped her apart.

Justin growled in her ear as his finger danced on her asshole.

She rose above the storm.

Pleasure burst through her body.

Her mind echoed the chant, “I win, I win, I win.”

Spent, Desiree slipped into sleep. They lay entwined on the closet floor. These warm bodies had lived life on their terms.

When Desiree awoke, sunlight streamed under the door. A wet, musky, sex-scent hung in the air. Justin stirred, and she faced him, smiling.

“Thanks for last night.”

“You’re welcome, Dez.”

“I hope your unit was okay with you coming to me.”

“They understood. We’re in one piece, that’s what matters. How do you feel?”

“Pretty good. I didn’t have a panic attack, the house is standing, and we had hot sex.”

Justin chuckled.

“Does that good mood mean I don’t have to wait for a tornado to play with your ass again?”

Writing for Masturbation Monday. Go visit Kayla Lords and see who else whipped up a sexy masturbation story.

Writing for Wicked Wednesday. Marie Rebelle's prompt was NATURE. Check out other erotic stories of the outdoors.


 
 
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This week I premiere my first author interview. And my spotlight shines on Mischa Eliot.

I thank the universe for the day I virtually met Mischa. I soon learned she was my writer twin. She is a vivacious redhead with a sassy side, like me. We laugh at the same things. The first time we talked on the phone, my family wanted to know why they weren't invited to the party! It was LOUD. We most definitely celebrated. 

When liked minded people come together especially if they talk sex, wondrous things happen. She is one of my favorite sexy people, and I wanted to share her awesomeness with you! Enjoy her interview and the lovely, smutty stories she writes. ~Dr. J.~


Q: Who are you?

Mischa Eliot, aka M. J. Spencer. By day I work in an office daydreaming about smutty storylines to type out in the evening.

Q: What are your favorite storylines to write?

I enjoy writing stories where people come together. I like finding out why they are together, how they got there, and what they get out of it.

Q: When did you start your writing?

I’ve been writing for years… I used to play RPG in the old AOL Red Dragon Inn ages ago. It taught me how to write fast and on the fly, creating and weaving stories together with good friends.

Q: Where are you most in touch with your muse?

Sitting outside at the park or on the front steps. I also enjoy sipping coffee at a café and typing like a cliché occasionally. Sometimes, at 3 in the morning I’ll be found typing an idea out on my phone, hoping I’ll be able to decipher it in the morning.

Q: Why erotica?

Everyone who doesn’t write erotica thinks it’s easy to write. Until they try. Then they realize there’s more behind two characters having sex. Erotica is a difficult genre to truly write in if you want it to be more than sex. You’ve got to know the characters and why they’re getting together. The most intimate way to know someone is to sleep with them. Are they slow and gentle or fast and furious? Do they like their hair being pulled and being spanked or do they want to be caressed and kissed until they can’t take anymore?

Q: How would your writing experience help a younger you?

I would tell my younger self to keep writing, keep imagining. Even if things aren’t going well, writing can help.

Q: Anything else you want fans to know?

I appreciate the people who read my stories and I hope they continue to enjoy them.


Thank you, Mischa.

Here are the links where you can find Mischa Eliot/MJ Spencer:
Mischa's Website
Follow her on Twitter for sexy banter!
As MJ Spencer on Tumblr
Mischa Eliot Author Page on Facebook
Check her out on SMASHWORDS
Visit her AMAZON Author Page for her erotic collections.



 
 
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This is a continuation of last week's story, Bondage and a Blindfold with Ella and J.B. 

J.B.


Holy hell. I plastered myself to the wall by the door, holding my cock. Ella’s bound body splayed out on the bed. Her rapid breathing forced her breasts up and down and made me harder. Those cuffed wrists contained fidgeting fingers at the headboard. My sexual urges amazed me. Ankles bound with that spreader. Pink was her color.

Ella had allowed my fantasy to come true, but she had caught me off guard with her surprise. I slipped out to the kitchen to find some tools to accomplish my goals.

I surveyed the room. From the utensil jar by the stove, I grabbed a silicone spatula and a tool with prongs. I snagged the lone orange in the fruit bowl before I snatched a rose from the vase. My plan emerged while I gathered my implements. Waiting would charge Ella up, so I got myself a drink.

Fifteen minutes later, with my supplies in hand, I went back to her.

From the doorway, she looked like a butterfly. Captured, she lightly fluttered and then when stilled her beauty amplified. I had waited so long for this. My dick attempted to run the show. It wanted her, now. However, I wanted the whole experience, the scene I had created. I planned to tease her, taste her, and make her insane with my touch. Then I’d fuck her.

“J.B.?”

“Hmmm.”

“You are making me crazy.”

“That’s the idea?”

“What are you going to do?”

“Exactly what I’ve always said. I’m going to devour you.”

Placing my implements on the bed, I took the orange in hand. As I peeled it, the citrus scent burst forth through the air.

“Are you taking a snack break, J.B.?”

“Only to snack on you.”

Holding the newly peeled orange in one hand, I squeezed and then dripped the juice across her breasts, down her stomach to her pubic bone.

“It tickles, J.B.”

I loved seeing the lines of juice cascading down her body mapping the path for my tongue and lips.

“Ella, stick out your tongue. I want you to fuck the orange, baby.” I lined up the hole around the segments at the end of her pointy tongue. She shoved it in and out with gusto. I pressed the orange against her mouth, and she pushed her tongue in further. The juice dribbled down her chin.

“That’s you and me, baby. Fucking hard and dripping.”

“Mmmm, J.B. I want you.”

I dropped the orange onto the bed and moved over to taste her juicy lips. My tongue invaded her mouth. Our giving and receiving had become indistinguishable. My sucking action pulled her head off the bed. My tongue swirled out of her mouth, around her lips and then her chin. I kissed her wet skin as I moved down her neck. Her moans lit me up.

Ella’s perky nipples, drizzled in juice, tantalized me. I gathered up her breasts in both hands and rubbed my face on her mounds and kissed her hard peaks. The cuffs clanked against the bedframe’s metal as her body rose up to every single touch.

“Oh, J.B. Never thought it’d get this intense.”

I raised her legs straight up with the spreader bar. Her enticing ass and luscious pussy belonged to me.

Toy time. As I held the spreader at my chest, I raked the prongs down one leg, across her ass cheeks then up the other leg. Her gasps pushed me forward. I relished the lines striping her skin. With the rose and I repeated my course. Breathy humming spoke to me of her need.

“Bend your knees.” I pushed the bar back with one hand, and she opened up to me.

Tasting her became my goal. Owning her became my mission.

Kneeling between Ella’s legs, I rubbed my scruffy chin across the inside of her right thigh. Her squirming began. Marking Ella, consumed my thoughts. She was mine. When I nuzzled her left leg, Ella’s ass lifted off the bed, and her pussy lips lined up perfectly with my mouth. I licked her vulva and sucked the lips. I pressed my teeth against her clit and as I sucked in vibrating on her and she began moaning. Relentless, my mouth pleasured her everywhere.

“J.B., I’m so close.”

“Not yet, baby. I’m still firing you up.”

I picked up the red, silicone spatula. Using its thin edge, I drew a circle on Ella’s ass. I kissed her in the center of it.

“What was that, J.B.?”

“That’s for me to know and you to feel.” She groaned. “Ella, how do you like anticipation, now?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Don’t mess with a master. You made me wait a long time to get you bound up like this.”

“I was trying to make it good, J.B. I wanted you to have this.”

 “Does it feel good, El?”

“You know that it does.”

“It’s just going to get better. You did make me wait. That means it’s punishment time.”

Ella loved toys, and she was hypersensitive when she didn’t know what was coming. That was exactly where I wanted her.

I inserted two fingers in her channel and pushed them upward with a steady beat.

“Yes, J.B., yes.”

As her dripping pussy coated my lips and tongue, I rubbed the flat portion of the spatula in circles on her butt. Her quivering stomach turned me on. I was eager to see a rosy ass.

I stood up to straighten her legs and stuck my head under the spreader. I placed it behind my neck. What a perfect angle to swat her behind and fuck her. I stroked her clit with my fingers.

“Ella, you are getting six strokes on your butt. Three on each side.” I pinched her nub.

“With your hand?” Her shaky voice told me she was holding the orgasm back. The excited unknown kept her on edge.

“No, darlin’. With my newest sex toy.” I grinned staring right at the spatula. “And then I’m going to drill you with my cock. I say when you come.”

“Yeah, yeah, baby.”

With each smack, the spatula stung her ass building the intensity with each square mark. Ella transformed the energy of my strokes and channeled it into her desire. Her vulva swelled as the scents in the room amplified, our arousal and the orange. Her whimpering and panting alerted me. I spanked her for the last time, rubbed the spot, and then wiggled my fingers through her hot, wet folds.

“Come for me, baby.”

With that last touch, her orgasm ignited. I buried my cock deep inside her. Her legs shook around my neck. My balls slammed on her ass, over and over. I drew her hips back to me as I pounded, and her hands popped off the headboard. I ground into her shooting off while her orgasmic screams filled the room.

When Ella stilled, I lifted the spreader off my shoulders and unfastened her legs. Easing down on the bed, I unclipped the cuffs. Beside her, I stroked her hair and kissed her face. Ella. She was the woman who trusted me, heart and soul. I slipped her blindfold off.

“J.B. you were right. It is intense without sight. I want to see the spanking toy.”

I chuckled and held up the spatula.

“My good cake spatula! Why did I spend money on the other stuff?”

“Baby, sometimes you make plans, and sometimes you plan at the moment.”

Ella rolled on top of me, smirking. She dangled the cuffs in my face.

“You know, J.B., I think you’d look pretty in pink.”


 
 
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Ella

His favorite sex scene in the movie had played and J.B, turned to me, agitated.

“I just want to tie you up, blindfold you, and tease you until you can’t stand it. Is that too much to ask?”

The muscle in his jaw popped. He stood as the sexual need surged through his body.

“No, baby.” I crossed my legs and pinched my desire together. “Go look under the bed.”

I’m pretty sure he expected my usual, “no,” but my request didn’t fit the moment. J.B.’s pained expression touched me. I had yet to agree to bondage and a blindfold, but I knew it was important to him.

“J.B., I think you’ll like it. Just look.”

I had wondered how I would share my secret. The timing was perfect. We had been lying together on the sofa watching J.B.’s favorite movie. I throbbed between my legs, thinking about my surprise. I hoped J.B would humor me.

He looked defeated when he walked over to the end of the bed. He pulled up the dust ruffle and peered underneath. I hoped he would be pleased with my initiative. I knew he wanted this.

When I discovered his computer search, his wish was clear and in vivid colors. He had looked at blue handcuffs but had marked the page with pink ones that included a spreader bar and a blindfold. I’d been reluctant. The idea of giving up control spooked me. I wanted to allow J.B. to be in charge of my pleasure. I wanted to give him that gift. Would my gesture make the impression I intended?

He pulled the box out and gazed back at me.

I didn’t recognize that look. J.B.’s entire body had filled with lust and spoke to all my places south. There was joy etched on his face, and it seared my heart.

“Get on the bed, Ella.”

His voice sounded so different, earthy and raw. His fingers tightened on the box.

I rose hurriedly, attempting to steady my breathing. The excitement, curiosity, and my arousal pushed me forward.

Standing before him, I bit my lip as I stared into his beautiful face. When I moved toward the bed, he grabbed my wrist.

“Strip.”

That one word set the stage. J.B. wasn’t asking. It was a command. My stomach fluttered, my heart thudded, and my hands shook. My panties became soaked. That in-charge voice told me I was going into the unknown.

“I’m not sure who will enjoy this more, Ella.”

The temperature in the room rose. As I undressed, J.B. opened the box and retrieved the contents. My taut nipples accompanied the full ache throughout my pelvis. Maybe, unconsciously, I had wanted this.

I sat on the edge of the bed and J.B. squatted at my knees. His steady hands rested on my thighs, brushing his thumbs back and forth on my skin. He was priming me for what was to come. I don’t think I have ever craved him before, but this was something else.

“Thank you, Ella. Tonight is about me giving you pleasure. It’s what I’ve wanted. And when you orgasm—”

That muscle in his face flexed, again.

“Yes, J.B.?”

“That orgasm will be mine.”

I nodded.

“I’m going to cuff your hands and then your feet. Concentrate on the sensations you feel. Okay?”

“Yes.”

With silicone cuffs attached to my wrists and clipped them together, I was his. J.B. inserted his finger between my skin and the cuff, rubbing my skin. I didn’t expect that I would be hyper-sensitive there, but I was. He lifted my hands and kissed each palm. His warm breath sent signals to my body, like a private conversation. Every part of me listened. Tonight, I wanted to make his fantasy come true.

“All good?”

“Good.”

“Crawl up to the headboard, lie on your back. Do it slowly, Ella, so that I can enjoy your lovely ass and dripping pussy.”

My breath caught in my throat as his gravelly voice assailed my senses. I stood up and put my bound palms on the sheet. As I placed my knee on the bed, I wiggled my butt. The groan from J.B. sealed the deal. His hands landed on my ass, and he kneaded my cheeks while I crawled up the bed. His touch drew a new desire from me, and left a suggestion of his intended pleasure.

I rolled over and settled onto the bed.

“Wrap both hands around one of the headboard spindles.”

I looked over my head and grabbed the metal rod with both hands. “Is this how you want me, J.B.?”

He gazed over my body. “Yes. Beautiful.”

J.B. pulled his shirt over his head and pushed his pants down his legs. Male perfection. While I enjoyed his naked form, he traced a line with his finger from my ankle, up over my hipbone, between the hollow of my breasts and finally to my lips. Goosebumps followed his finger’s trail like sunflowers follow the sun.

“Suck my thumb.”

After one taste, I twirled my tongue around his finger, and he took charge. He explored my tongue, gums, and lips, awakening sensations, carnal cravings, I didn’t know I had. J.B. was good at this.

“I’m going to fasten the spreader and then the blindfold.”

He worked quickly, and when J.B. covered my eyes, I relished my last view. His hand was firmly attached to his hard cock, giving himself a slow stroke.

Urgent lips kissed mine. As our tongues touched, J.B. sucked mine into his mouth. This was a dance we had never danced before.

When he broke the kiss, I was lying in a pool of need. The air particles stirred and I swear I could feel each one landing on my skin inciting me to feel more.

In the darkness, my body throbbed as I anticipated J.B.’s next touch. I could feel his finger caressing the sheet as his hand rested by my ankle. Touch me, again. Kiss me, again.

“Waiting is an exceptional talent, Ella. I should know.”

He leaned over me. I inhaled the sexually charged scent of him. J.B. dragged his cock and balls over my shin and thigh, and I almost levitated off the bed. I was mesmerized by the sensations he induced.

J.B. chuckled and kissed my cheek. And then he left the room. 


*Writer's Note: This story was the result of a lovely exchange with a friend. Enjoy, J.B. I do believe there is More to come.



Go see what J.B. gave Ella in Dripping.


 
 
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A NON FICTION Selection On Writing.


Today, I was unsettled. I walked to clear my head and focus on a new story idea. I didn’t know it was a “walking meditation” until my aunt arrived at my side. I could have been traipsing down the grassy path to the pond of my youth, or the woodsy trail to the Big Rocks, at the creek, near the cemetery. But today, she and I walked on my new island path.

The last time I saw my Aunt, was in Spring 2006 before she died. She posed for me on an old brick pillar of the home house foundation surrounded by daffodils. I snapped her photograph. This past Friday, daffodils unexpectedly arrived in my life. Maybe they are responsible for the walking event and this writing lesson gift

As a child, when you visited your relatives, they gave cakes or cookies. Not with Aunt Virginia, her offering was the written word.

The words, the poem of the day, were always captured on an onion-skin carbon copy. I wish I had kept every piece of paper she gave me. Now, I find the poems printed in one of her fifteen books. They don’t hold the same energy as when she pulled the paper out of her typewriter and placed it into my hands. I knew then, they were important, but I have come to understand their significance, now.

Virginia never knew me as a writer because that occurred years after her death. But after my walk today, I wondered if she knew it would happen. Had I been in her writing class all those years? Did she know back then what would take me years to own?

Write. You have something to say.

So today, from my “kick in the pants” meditation, here are five points from her life lesson and the poem she picked for me.

1- Never doubt yourself. You have something to say. Be brave and say it.

2- Every day arrives with a clean, writing slate along with new thoughts and ideas. Pull one down from the universal consciousness and play with it. It was meant for you.

3-Sex is a primal, dirty, pleasurable, and a personal thing that we all can experience. Show it to us, Dr. J.

4-Listen to a story idea with an open heart. Take note of the life connection and the characters’ experience. If it resonates, then you have tapped into a universal truth. Give the account of it.

5-Embody the story. Feel it in your flesh, hold it in your heart, and then give it the words to fly.

Today’s lesson was based on her poem, Literary Footnote found in Stones of Silence

An early Irish triad

Counts off

Three cardinal sorrows.

To mock a poet,

To love a poet,

To be a poet

Invites constant storm,

Unsettled days,

Restive nights.

For over a half a century

I yearned to be a poet.

I was wrong, wrong, wrong!

Finally I have learned

I only need

To be the poem.

~Virginia Love Long~


 
 
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This is #8 in the Service House Training Stories. It is a serial read. You can start from the beginning HERE.

Periwinkle arrived at her assigned room. Naked and pacing, she attempted to shake herself from the erotic storm she witnessed. The mixture of torment and lust between Orlando and Lowell was abundant. She was caught up in something. There was so much she didn’t know about being at Service House.

The door opened, and Julianna peeked in.

“Hi, Periwinkle.”

“Hi. What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to help you get ready for your session. How are you doing after that demonstration?”

“I’m wired. I’m not sure what is going on between those two or why I seem to be in the middle of it.”

Julianna patted the bed for Periwinkle to sit down. After she had settled on the bed, Julianna stroked her hair, careful not to touch her anywhere else. It soothed Periwinkle.

“Sometimes the testosterone surge is bigger than the both of them. But it will all work out.”

“I just want to have good teachers so I can be the best at service.”

“I understand Periwinkle. Sometimes the people mix is fascinating.”

“What do you mean?”

Julianna fidgeted for a moment.

“No one has explained it to you, Periwinkle.”

“Explained what?”

“Here at the House, you’re what we call an amplifier. Your presence amps up sexual energy. Feel the charge in the room? That’s you.”

“It is?”

“That’s why they are aggressive. Those men, they want more sensation. You can give them that.”

“I don’t understand, Julianna.”

“When we all start at Service House, sexual qualities are identified in each of us. I’m called a matcher. I can match the sexual intensity of anyone I touch. I can’t create it or amplify it, like you.”

Periwinkle studied her, thinking.

“How do you do that?”

“By a single well-placed touch.”

“Are you saying during my sexual arousal, if you touched me, my sexual energy becomes yours?”

“Yes.”

“So, if I move into an intense sexual scene and you touch me, you match me with my experience.”

Julianna nodded.

 “So, if someone touches you, does he or she feel you and me?”

“Uh-huh.  That’s the amplifying part. It just gets bigger. Do you want to see what it’s like before your session with Orlando?” Julianna was a pure pleasure seeker.

Periwinkle wondered if she would be punished for this, but she wanted a friend here, someone to talk to.

“Yes.”

“Perfect. I want you to think about the session you just witnessed. Place yourself back in the room. Focus on the feelings.”

Periwinkle closed her eyes. It was as if her body was an old fashion thermometer. You could see her temperature rising. Color flushed her skin, and she sucked on her lip.

“Tell me, what is playing on your mind?”

“Their interaction, just now and…on the hardwood table in last week’s teaching session.”

“Yes, good,” said Julianna, admiring Periwinkle.

“Orlando perceives what Lowell wants and how to—”

“Either give it to him or frustrate him.”

“Yes, the need was great.”

“Who’s need, Periwinkle?”

She whispered, “Both of them.”

“Now, lie back, let me show you.”

Julianna desired an erotic jolt, but she knew it was too soon to touch Periwinkle, so she instructed instead.

“Put your hands on your breasts. Roll your nipples between your fingers.”

The words alone sent sexy shockwaves south. As Periwinkle worked her peaks, her breathing quickened. Julianna felt Periwinkle’s arousal building, and she craved it.

“Slide your feet up and drop your knees out. I want access to your wet folds.” The sheets crumpled as her feet dragged closer to her ass and then Periwinkle eased each leg out to the side.

“How are your nipples?”

“Hard, sensitive.”

Julianna hovered over Periwinkle, blowing on her skin but not touching her.

Julianna’s breath technique allowed Periwinkle to access her body memories. When Julianna blew on her nipples, Periwinkle remembered the night Orlando tied the ribbons to them. The attached weights pulled on her tips and made her needy, like now.

Julianna puckered her lips and sprayed warm air back and forth across Periwinkle’s stomach, and Periwinkle replayed the previous scene of the two men as their sexual chemistry surged. Her mouth dropped open with want.

As warm air passed by her ass cheeks, it called to mind Orlando’s butt plug insertion on their first night. Periwinkle clenched.

Moving up her body, Julianna lingered over Periwinkle’s face and then lightly breathed on her lips. It sent Periwinkle to teaching night. She had tasted Lowell’s cock as the magic wand vibrations exploded on her clit. That orgasm had been massive. The memory of sucking him came with all the body sensations.

“Oh, Periwinkle, you are so ready. I’m going to—”

“Julianna, what are you doing?”

Master Lowell’s loud voice boomed from the doorway, and then the door slammed behind him. Julianna jumped off the bed and assumed her training position.

Periwinkle re-lived an all too familiar low-riding ache. Why was this happening, again? She attempted to sit up to her assigned training position.

“Stay where you are, Periwinkle.”  She squeezed her eyes shut.

“Julianna. Go to Room F and tell the attendant to follow the procedures for unauthorized sexual intent.”

Julianna gasped.

“Yes, Master Lowell.”

“I will be in later.”

“Yes, sir.”

The door closed behind Julianna without any sound. It was as if all the air had been sucked out of the room leaving only the sexual tension of Periwinkle’s body. She was a hyper-sensitive mess, radiating a sexual need she had never felt before.

“Periwinkle, open your eyes.” When she did, she spotted Master Lowell crouched at the end of the bed between her legs.

“Your need, little one, it is tapping into mine.” Those words and his gaze reactivated her sexual desire, exactly where Julianna left off.

“When my fingers enter your channel, and my thumb touches your clit, you will experience our raw sexual energy, and you will instantly orgasm.”

He rose and puffed his breath over each nipple, then down her abdomen, and to her sex. All of the memories brought forth with Julianna swirled in her mind again. As promised, when Lowell’s touched her, an orgasm ignited. It was a pleasure beyond any she had experienced, and she soared.

Lowell draped a piece of silk material across her body.

“This is your gift. It has absorbed all your pleasure.” He caressed her foot, and his fingers lingered.

Overwhelmed with thoughts and feelings, Periwinkle clutched the silk as Lowell left the room. She knew he was headed to Julianna. 



 
 
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As I entered the dimmed bedroom, Jolene lounged with her kick-butt, cowboy boots dangling off our bed. While that was an unusual sight, what got my attention was her hand stroking the dildo strap-on. My blood surged, and my gaze shot to her face. She swirled her tongue around her lips and blew me a kiss. My breathing quickened.

“For me?” I swallowed hard.

“Yeah, Tex. You ready?”

Was I?                

I walked closer to the bed taking in the impressive view. Jolene squirted a lot of lube in her palm, and her slick hand leisurely danced up and down the dildo’s length.

What would that feel like in me? With her moving it, in and out?

“Jolene, you got a big one.”

“Baby, it’s what you said you wanted. Now take your clothes off and come sit by me.”

Nervous and excited, I yanked my boots off and then my clothes. I maintained my focus on Jolene, her cowboy boots, and that massive dildo.

Dreams do come true. I was primed for this. The soft sheets touched my skin as I settled on the edge of the bed beside Jolene. The charge in the air held an unmistakable erotic scent, and I realized it was me.

“Tex, invite my nipples to the party.”

I kissed one pebbled tip and drew it in my mouth. I knew what would set Jolene off, so I grazed her skin with my teeth.

“You love to play with fire,” she said.

“Hmmm, huh.”

“I’m going for intense heat,” said Jolene as she stroked my cock and her dildo. My personal two-fisted wonder was getting us ready.

Filling my hands with her big, luscious breasts, I alternated nipping, sucking, and then licking her strawberry tips.

“I’ve been dreaming of this,” I said.

“Tex, we agreed. It’s my turn to be in charge, so hop up here between my legs.” She let go of my erection, and I repositioned and draped my thighs over hers.

“Practice time is over. Did you do it?” 

“I did, Jolene.”

I scooted closer to her, and I lifted my legs presenting my ass.

“Oh, baby, you followed my directions. And you used my favorite butt plug.” Her hands slipped under me, and she squeezed each cheek, as she admired my handiwork. The pressure of her nails on my skin ground her need into me.

“I’ve been imagining you pounding me.” I stroked Jolene’s leg, and her eyes lit with excitement. I was so hard.

“Lay back.”

Her words, a command laced with dirty intent, made me harder. I stared at the ceiling anticipating her touch, wondering what she would do.

“You’re my butt slut, baby. I am going to enjoy having your ass.” She wiggled the butt plug. I held my breath and grabbed each of her thighs.

“Stroke yourself while I play with the plug.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She moved it around. My body flushed. The room was hot. I was roasting. Jolene had me exactly where she wanted me.

My cock and the plug were a matched set of steel. I continued my stroking.

“Stop, Tex.”

I froze. Tonight couldn’t be about punishment. Losing the sensations created by my hand left me in agony. It was worse as Jolene pulled the plug out, but when I felt her fingers around my hole, probing, I revved up again. She pushed the tip of the giant dildo inside and paused. She was reminding me I was her plaything. I steadied my breathing and waited.

“You are doing this, Tex.”

“What?”

“You are going to fuck yourself on my cock. Use my thighs, use the bed and bounce on my cock. Hold tight. Do it. I said so.”

She had the angle just right. I squeezed my eyes shut. As I moved my ass a little closer to her body, it shoved the dildo shoved further inside me. Jolene’s hands slid up under my thighs and gripped me tightly. It was what we had talked about, what we wanted. She had me saddled to ride and I would.

“Fuck me, Tex. Fuck me, hard.”

As she created a rhythm pulling me closer to her, I started moving. With my ass high on her lap, the bouncing helped. I thrashed my head as the intensity built. Her cowboy boot was near my mouth.

“Jolene, I want to taste your boot.”

Jolene moved her foot closer to my face. The leather scent confirmed I was riding. I nuzzled her boot, and I picked up my pace. She filled me. Her fingernails digging into my legs urged me on. I was full, hot, and exploding. The position was perfect. I kissed her boot, a full mouth kiss. When my tongue touched the leather, I wanted a crop on me, stinging, pushing me on. The picture captured me. I imagined Jolene smacking my ass, my thighs, my balls.

“Get it Tex, get it.”

I was bouncing so hard and fast; in a kind of cowboy saddle heaven.

“Ride me, Jo.”

She yanked on my thighs, and her cock bottomed out in me. My orgasm exploded in the bedroom like a shooting star across the sky. I jerked to the sensations as I bit her boot and hung on. Locked together, I rode her, and she rode me.

It was the riding crop that took me away.

She rubbed my thigh muscles as my spasmodic motions subsided.

“Did you get there, Tex?”

Tell her.

“Pretty much. What about you, Jolene?”

“Uh, huh and more.”

Tell her now.

“I need to visit the barn.”

“Are you kidding?”

“No, I’m getting my riding crop.”

Jolene chuckled. “Well, well. Is that for you or me?”

 “I’m up for negotiating. Have you been a naughty girl?” 



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One year ago, I started my website and began posting stories. This story was posted as a guest blog with Wicked Wednesday before my website was up and running. It is hard to believe I've been writing a year. What a ride! Thank you all for reading and commenting. I look forward to what this year brings.  Dr. J.

I want to see the round and juicy parts. I’m a visual person,” said James.

“Yeah and I’m the auditory person. Give me murmurs, gasps, and groans. I want the nuances of the body speaking,” said Camille.

“So where does that leave us in selecting a porn film for tonight?”

They sat across from each other at the partner’s desk. Each one had a computer open. They had reviewed films for a while. Camille wondered if they had reached an impasse.

“Maybe we can discuss the finer points about what we like,” said Camille. “I’d be willing to start.”

James pinched his lips between his fingers, thinking. “This could be a futile exercise.”

“Oh, you have no faith. We agreed to find porn we both liked. I know it can happen. What if we each did a little more research and then shared our likes when we’re done?”

“I can work with that. Any particular parameters?”

Camille perked up. “How about we narrow the scope to real people in meaningful relationships having sex?”

“Okay, let’s select our favorite video which combines great visuals for me and sexy sounds that will drive you crazy.”

“That sounds good.”

“I have a request, though; can we search for the films naked?” James’ eyes pleaded.

“Hmm, how naked? I have this great new garter belt and stockings sans panties that would make me feel sexy while I look.  You want to see?”

Camille shimmied out of her skirt.  She showcased the lingerie as if she were a model. She struck poses highlighting her exposed ass, long legs, and mostly, her bare pussy.

Appreciative noises came out of James like he was experiencing erotic pleasure for the first time. He knew his sounds glided over Camille’s skin like touch arousing every erogenous area. “Oh, yeah. Hmmmmmm. Oh God.  Huhhh.”

Camille walked to his side of the partner’s desk and slid his computer over. She laid face down on top of the desk and hiked her derriere in the air for his personal inspection.  She knew how to get James revved up.

“What do you think, babe? Does it fit? Can I wear it while we search for videos?”

James thought Camille had a world class ass. If it were a hotel, it would have a five-star rating. He delighted in her creamy, white flesh accented with the royal blue garters and white stockings. She looked like a gift secured with silk, lace, and ribbons.

“I need to check more carefully,” he growled.  

James rose, and his chair creaked. Camille shivered. He toed off his shoes and shucked off his shirt. When Camille heard the shirt swish to the floor, she knew her pussy gushed. James ran a finger up the edge of a garter. He snapped it and watched goosebumps rise on Camille’s beautiful ass. James smiled when he heard her suck in a quick breath.

“You look delicious spread across our big, hard desk. You’re going to fuck me good tonight.” Both his hands stroked along the garters.  He slipped fingers between her legs enjoying her wetness.

Camille spread herself wider, but James made her wait. With one hand, he turned the computer facing him and pressed buttons. With his other hand, he slid fingers up and down her drenched folds.

“Too many clothes James. Take more off.”  He leaned over her and rubbed his chest all the way up her back until he was level with her shoulders. James positioned his lips by her ear. His ragged breathing echoed in the room. Camille’s sex driven symphony commenced. She ground her gorgeous, round butt into his crotch.

“My zipper will be coming down next. What else do you have for me to see?” whispered James.

James stood, and so did Camille.  She turned and faced him. Watching his steady eyes, Camille unbuttoned her blouse. At the bra edge, she ran her fingers over her breasts. The pitch and cadence of his breathing provided stimulation to her ears.  Determined to conduct this work, Camille matched his breathing with her heaving. She readied for his breathing tempo change as she dropped the blouse and displayed her succulent breasts encased in sheer, white fabric.  Rolling her shoulders back and forth allowed James to watch the sway of her breasts. “Didn’t you say something about a zipper?”

James smirked. Camille gave him exactly what he wanted. Moving around her, James pressed another button on the computer.  Then he reached up and yanked the cups of the bra down causing each breast to spring out. Camille gasped. James affixed his mouth to her erect nipple as he pulled his zipper down. Working intentionally, he caused each metallic click to reverberate in the room. 

Camille moved to the rhythm of the zipper clicks as if she were being unzipped. James sucked and slurped each nipple to the beat of her body movements. Grabbing the sides of his pants, Camille pushed them off his hips. When they passed his knees, he sank into the office chair bringing Camille down on his lap in a straddle.

“Shall I lean back a little more for maximum viewing pleasure?” said Camille.

“Oh yeah, baby, your tits do it for me every time.”

“I thought you were an ass man?”

James chuckled and used that smooth as bourbon southern drawl to drive Camille insane. “If it’s round, warm, and accessible, then life is good darlin’.”

“Oh James, get going.”

James lifted Camille onto his rock hard penis. When she sucked him inside her, his grunt caused whistling air to hiss through his teeth. He settled her ass on his thighs. “Bounce baby, give it to me hard.” He leaned back into the chair taking in this vision. She locked her eyes on him as he pressed another button on the computer. He anticipated her response.

The room filled with a menagerie of sex sounds played in surround-sound. Camille found herself in the middle of many wild and lustful, mating rituals. Her nostrils flared, and she grabbed James by the shoulders and rode him like a pent up rodeo star riding the prize bull.  She bounced her breasts in his face just like he liked it.

When orgasms took them both, Camille wrapped her arms around James. He nuzzled her neck and cheek and gently caressed her back. They shared a soft, warm kiss. The sounds subsided, and James closed the computer.

“Holy cow James, you are a computer sex doctor. You recorded and played back, how many? How did you do that? It was incredible.”

“Which part?”

“You know which part. That was what… three or four of our videos over the last month with all those sounds and nasty words.”

“Pretty sweet, huh?”

“Yeah, but how?”

“I’m a video guru. I knew you would request relationship porn and I know what you like. Whose porn could be better than ours?”

“We are pretty impressive.”

“Now Camille, it’s your turn to decide. Upload today’s video or keep it just for us?”

“Upload. What number is this one?”

“Our Porn #190.”



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This is what happened after Cuffed by Dr. J. Read this first, if you want to want to know how Eliot got here and to watch the video.

“What have you done, Darla?”

“Let’s go see.”

She grabbed my handcuffed hands and pulled me down the hall to our spare room. I wanted to sink my teeth into her luscious ass. I loved it when she wanted control. When we entered the room, I spotted the exercise bench. The devilish look in her eye made me hotter as we moved closer to the apparatus. She was in a playful mood, and I was her plaything.

“You know, we could have made that video.”

“Looks like it.” The bench was decked out with the same cuffs as the video. Darla must have been working on this plan for a while.

“I think we should do a little research on orgasm control.”

“You just like to be in charge. I’m glad we work so well together.”

“I like being bossy, too. Now let’s get these clothes off so you can sit on the bench.”

Her sexy scent wafted through the air confirming that her sexual interest was engaged. “Yes, ma’am.”

She pushed my pants down my legs. I stepped out of them and straddled the bench.

Darla had cuffed my feet before she unfastened the handcuffs. Stepping between my legs, she unbuttoned my shirt and shimmied her breasts in my face. When I leaned forward to feel them, she shook her head, pushed me back and glided my shirt off, one shoulder at a time. Oh, yes, this was her show. Warm hands skated over my skin, and when she raked my nipples, I knew she meant business. She nipped my ear then kissed me softly as she cuffed my wrists to the bench. She would give me pain.

I was now under her control. Would Darla do what was in the video or did she have something else in mind? She rolled a stool in front of me and sat. Her chest heaved, and I could see hard nipples. All my systems were alert and ready to go.

“I have some interesting things planned. Things we’ve not done before. Are you going to be a good little slave?”

This side of her drove me insane and had me craving whatever she wanted to do. Oh, baby, make me hurt.

“I will be good, ma’am.”

She scooted a table closer to her stool. I saw the ball gag.

“I can see your hands well, so if you need me to stop, give me a signal.”

“How about I’ll cross my fingers.”

“Good. Are you ready?” I nodded and opened my mouth. She slipped the ball gag between my teeth and then fastened the straps. I drew in a long breath of air through my nose as I adjusted to the feel and taste. This toy was a first. I wanted this.

Sensing that, Darla moved on to sweet torture. Her soft lips kissed me around my mouth and then she licked the ball gag. Holy hell. My intake of air went deep as she scraped her fingernails over my nipples. Her clawing brought me to a quick sexual need. My evident arousal sported a drop of fluid at the tip.

She poured lube into her hands and rubbed them together before she touched me. With a warm, firm stroke, she swirled around my head and then leisurely slid her hand down to the base. I was hyper-sensitive and lifted slightly off the bench. Her other hand cupped my balls, and then she slipped her finger over my perineum, to my asshole and forward again. This rocking motion became her action rhythm. I was lost in erotic sensations. My nose whistled an intake of air, and I moaned like the man on the video. She pulled the arousal from me with her talented hands.

Teasing me with her fingers, she never said a word. My nasal breathing filled the room punctuating my groaning and limited body movements slapping the bench. If I lifted up, she slipped her wet fingers further down my crack. Double timing me, her one hand owned my cock’s length and head, her other hand my balls and ass. The combination was insane. I inched forward on the bench so she could reach everywhere. She brought me to the brink and pulled back, again and again. I suffered hard, sweet pain.

How many times did she take me to the edge? Countless. But she knew I was in the zone and that she made it happen. I don’t know what caused it, my pleading eyes, grimacing face or whimpering groans but she finally let me go over the edge.

As my orgasmic reflex lifted me up off the bench, my body reached up to her like a rubber band stretching and then it slapped back down on the bench. She let go of my cock, and it erupted. Yes. Release, sweet release. Hot, wet spunk landed on my stomach. My glutes and thigh muscles ached from tensing them over and over. My jaw throbbed from holding the ball gag in position. Loving fingers stroked my face while my abdomen quivered and my breathing settled down. What an explosion.

Darla patted my face.

“Aaah, good pet, Eliot. You think we are done, don’t you? I’m just getting started.” 


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