Category: Fiction

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Please, Continue Counting

This is the second story in the Hiking Series. You can read the first here, Purchase Knob Tattoo. After the switchback, we lost sight of Bryan and Rachel. Sarah and I continued in silence up the trail. It was my usual quiet. When I have something to say, I say it otherwise I count. 4,162 steps. I counted as I watched her sexy legs move. I counted as she pursed her lips. When most women find out, they hate that about me. I’m a statistics guy, sue me. Sarah glanced over her shoulder. “Do you think they’re doing it?” Well,...

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Purchased Knob Tattoo

I promised hiking stories. Here is the first one! I loved hiking in the spring. The sunshine bounced off my cheeks, and I felt alive. My best friend, Sarah and I left late morning, so the air had warmed. She had scoped out a new trail and wanted me to see it. “New boots, Rachel?” “Yeah, I thought I’d break them in today. How strenuous is the trail?” “It’s moderate. That should give the leather the space to bend and flex.” Sarah picked good hikes for pace and a view. I loved to hike because it created extra energy for...

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Beyond the Backyard

I was out of town again. Lovely inspirations show up. If you’re reading, EK, you started this. “Come on over and take a look,” said Hal. He had pulled out the photo album of past meetings for his reunion group. Something was up. Hal wasn’t sharing. Reminiscing was more accurate. When I spotted the picture of him with Janie Matthews, my intuition was confirmed. They looked great together, and it was obvious he had a thing for her. Even though he had my heart, he still carried a flicker of “what if” and I could work with that. The night...

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Tending the Home Fire

This story is a serial and started with The Calendar Man. This is episode five of the firefighter’s adventure with his yoga-mat mate. Sometimes I hated my firefighter job when it interfered with my sex life. Tonight, it sure did. I was ready to negotiate with Macy, so I could partake of her kinky hotness, but the alarm fucked that up. As fast as headquarters called me in, they called me off. Had I lost the moment with her? She had agreed to stay. When I walked into the house, I found all the lights on. It was quiet, too....

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Heading into the Fire

This story began with The Calendar Man. This is episode four of the firefighter’s adventure with his yoga-mat mate. Todd and I were about to negotiate what we would do next when his fire call alarm surprised us. I thought he had the weekend off. Todd grunted, rolled off the bed and called the station dispatch, which brought an end to our kinky games. “Macy, I didn’t mean for things to end like this.” He jumped into a pair of sweats and pulled a shirt on. “I understand. How long will you be, Todd?” “When they want more backup, time is...

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Kinky Boots on Fuchsia Sheets

The lovely boots for this prompt came from sub-Bee. Check out more here. Damon’s request stunned me. Why did the room have to be frigid? I hated to be cold, but he liked to challenge me to work through it. First, I had to replace the sheets on the bed with the ones he asked me to use, the damn fuchsia ones. I smoothed them in my hands as I walked to the bed. At least the satin finish soothed my mind, but it provided no clue to his plan. Second, he wanted me naked on the sheets wearing those...

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Fire Dance

Those leather bindings got my brain going with this week’s picture on Masturbation Monday. I shared them with Macy and Todd. Here is their episode three. Start from the beginning with The Calendar Man. Who the hell was this woman? I undressed, heeding Macy’s words. “Todd, where’s your bedroom?” I nodded toward the hall. She gathered her bag and some of her items. “Be ready, when I call you.” Ready. Ready for what? “I figure the further away I am from you, means you can get the cock rings on. Both of them. And then, I’m binding your balls.” Like...

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A Firefighter’s Date

Last week I started the new year off with a story created from a photo that I called festive lights. This week Kayla Lords added a hot dick pic and it seemed to move last week’s story along. Please start at the beginning by reading The Calendar Man. “I am not chicken.” The scrunched-up lines on Macy’s face held a blend of outrage, embarrassment, and lust. So, was it the dare part that caused outrage, or was it me knowing she orgasmed in public and was embarrassed? The lust well, of course, just had to be me. “Then you’ll have...

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The Calendar Man

My phone buzzed in my hand. Tricia. “Hey, Macy. Are you in the yoga studio?” “I’m just leaving. Why?” “Stop and look at the bulletin board.” “I’m already in the car. What is it?” “There’s a fundraiser tonight for the domestic abuse shelter. You have to go with me.” “C’mon sis, you always drag me to the things last minute.” “I do, but you always have fun. We’ll have another crazy sister story to tell. You’re not chicken, are you?” I hated it when she called me that. She’s done it since we were kids. “I’m available. What time?” “I’ll...

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Icy Hot

The chill in the room continued to drop. My teeth chattered, but I had to stay focused. Rod had never used temperature this way to ramp up my desire. If I wiggled my foot, I touched the cold wrought iron bedpost. If I jiggled my hands, the icy metal of the handcuffs set me off. I imagined that even my warm breath made a little cloud in the air as I exhaled. What do I do now? The cloth blindfold was the only thing that could have provided warmth, but all it did was taunt me with the idea of...

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When Male Bodies Meet

This story is a serial. You can start at the beginning with When the Sheets Talk. When the door closed behind Beth, I jumped off the couch and began pacing circles around the room. Her excitement and nervousness ran through my body. We were so in tune. Beth had told me that when she and Mara were alone, Mara focused on Beth’s orgasm. Alone time today meant that Beth would learn what it was like to be the giver. For my selfish reasons, I wanted her to have a good experience. I wanted our threesome to continue. I liked that...

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Exploring a Sex Goddess ~ff~

This is a serial. If you would like to read from the beginning start with When the Sheets Talk. Holding Mara’s breast in my hand, I pondered her words. How would I describe to Rafe, what I did with Mara? I had never talked about my attraction to women or their breasts, much less knowing I enjoyed decorating them. But he gets off on me discovering new things about myself and sharing that information. That thought calmed me. I’d tell him all about the art in the living room that depicted graphically, women loving women. I’d explain how my heart...

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Be Jeweled

This is the sixth episode of Beth, Mara, and Rafe. This serial that begins with When the Sheets Talk. I cherished the words that Mara had left me in the note. I can’t get enough of you. You radiate sex and then embody it. Divine. I enjoyed sharing you with Rafe. Let’s you and I get together Saturday-Noon at my place. I have an idea I want to share with you. When I arrived at Mara’s door, her jazz music filled the hallway. I was poised to knock on the door, but it opened. An exotic looking woman with a...

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Making A Threesome Come True

This is a serial. If you would like to start at the beginning read: When the Sheets Talk. I sat up, moving to my hands and knees and faced Rafe’s crotch. My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his pants, probably because Mara had flipped my skirt up and begun tugging my panties down. My body felt electric. Since Rafe was all about watching, I considered this scene from his perspective. Mara and Rafe sat on opposite ends of the couch. I was kneeling over him with my ass in her face. Rafe had the unobstructed view across my back...

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At the Heart of a Threesome ~ffm~

This is the fourth episode about Beth, Mara, and Rafe. If you’d like to start at the beginning. Click HERE to read When the Sheets Talk. Good to his word, Rafe had invited Mara over to our house the following weekend. My heart pounded in my chest. The two people that lit my fire were huddled together on the couch clarifying our threesome plans. There were so many things I loved about both of them, and it was amplified seeing them laughing. Rafe heard the floorboard creak. “Beth, come join us.” Excitement registered on Mara’s face with a grin. She...

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The Lover In My Dreams

My writing group gave me a song lyric prompt and I wrote this story based on that. I ask you, does love resonate in our body forever? I woke myself thrashing in the bedcovers. It was hot. When I opened my eyes, it was all black. Where am I? What’s that smell? I felt anxious. My skin was clammy. I kicked off the sheet to get some air on my feet. A hand grasped mine and squeezed. I flinched, and the hand dropped away. My heart rate picked up. As I focused on my chest, rising and falling, I drifted...

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Sprayed and Pounded

This is the third story in a series. If you would like to start at the beginning, read When the Sheets Talk. I was jealous of the spa-rock floor pounded by the shower spray. I wanted a pounding, and it wasn’t happening. Impaled on Rafe’s cock, he wanted to hear about Mara. I was embarrassed. No, I wasn’t. I needed to own my desires, but I wanted to keep that experience for myself. The problem was I didn’t hide things from him. Rafe pulled me from my thoughts when his fingertips melded into my skin. His cock throbbed inside me. He...

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From Sheets to Shower

This is a continuation story from last week, When the Sheets Talk.  Rafe hummed a country tune as the plumbing pipes whooshed and the water spray hissed. I stopped at the opening to the marble shower. I admired Rafe’s stunning body. This locale was a spectacular backdrop for his male body art. With his foot propped on the bench, he leaned over and soaped his leg. Muscles, lean and mean. What a toned ass. I loved watching him touch his body. Standing there, I considered what Rafe desired with Mara and me. His hands cupped his balls and stroked his gorgeous...

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When the Sheets Talk

I had to do it before the warmth of the sheets dissipated. I molded myself around Mara’s sleeping spot. With my face nestled into her pillow, the scent took me back to last night. Riveting. I arched my back and cupped my breast, slowly tweaking my nipple. “You want this, right?”  That’s all she said. I had never had a woman’s touch make me orgasm. We only had one drink, but I knew I had dropped my inhibitions. I wasn’t sure if she felt the same way I did. I dragged my hand over my hip bone and dipped down...

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His Defined Abs

Celebrating the last day of National Masturbation Month. The party was going strong. Significant amounts of perfume combined with the alcohol assisted the beat of the music in pounding my head. Pounding, just like I imagined him doing to her luscious body. It was happening, and I had agreed to it. I surveyed the buzzing room after Joy and Richard had left to talk. I wasn’t sure how this would transpire or how I would feel afterward? What did I know about watching my wife get banged by another man, much less my best friend? Nothing. I had left the...

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The Magician

Tonight, like every Wednesday night after work, I observed her in the bustle at Lillie’s Victorian Establishment. Her tight black dress accented her curves, and her heels complimented her fit calves. Flicking her hair and contorting her body either higher or lower, she molded into the space of her person of interest. She worked her charm. She hunted. Amidst the smell of body heat and liquor, her sexual energy permeated the bar. In this chosen sphere, she proceeded from one person to another searching for the connection. With her scope narrowed to her immediate circle, she didn’t know I watched....

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Amplified

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...

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A Cowgirl Rides her Man

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...

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Our Porn

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...