Month February 2017

Onyx: A BDSM Cruise Romance (Midnight Oasis Book 1)

Chef Isaac looked at Dimitri and then Cameron. “I was going to make a cake with a boat on it, then I was going to do a chocolate fountain with fruits, then another thought hit me, maybe cupcakes on a tower. But each of these didn’t feel special enough on their own, then it came to me, I would make them all. So I did.” With that said, the waiters began removing the cover.

As the cloth was removed it revealed two of the most sensual looking women Sadie had ever seen. Both women were naked, placed with their heads to opposite ends of the table. Their bodies were covered in all of the desserts Chef Isaac had just described, only bite-sized. With chocolate drizzled all over them and the desserts, neither of the women moving, they were like mannequins.

Chef Isaac looked at Dimitri and Cameron. “I hope you enjoy it, but not as much as I am going to enjoy them when we are finished,” he said smiling at them. “Please, join me in the first tastes.” Dimitri and Cameron stepped off the dais and went to the table. Chef Isaac leaned over the woman in front of him, licking some chocolate syrup, and then covering the chocolate covered strawberry on her right breast sucking her breast as he took the fruit in his mouth.  (more…)

The Arrangement

She knew what was coming next, had prepared herself for it, but with the reality of it facing her so squarely in the face, she still had to take a big gulp of air. Taking a pillow case and a length of rope out of the van, Joel strode toward her once more, his eyes burning brightly. He jerked her door open roughly and as she wasn’t entirely sure what was expected of her, she remained seated, eyes forward. He took the pillowcase and threw it over her head, then yanked her out of the car.

Before she could even catch her breath, he’d taken her arms and pulled them sharply behind her. The rope came next and he wound it up past her elbows before looping it around her stomach, up over her breasts and knotting it at her neck. The world tilted as he lifted her over his shoulder, securing her by holding her legs with one arm, one hand on her butt. Carried to the van, he placed her inside and climbed in beside her.

“Tara, I want you to know I have you, I’m keeping you and I’m going to do all manner of things to you. No one knows where you are, even who you are anymore. You are who I say you are. Nothing more. I’ll tell you when to sleep, when to eat, when to bathe, when to spread your legs, when to close your mouth, when to open it to take my cock. Your will is no longer your own. Obey me in all things, defy me and incur my wrath. I can be loving and protective or I can make you wish you’d never ever heard my name. Nod if you understand, darlin’, as of now, you are all mine.”

Tara nodded as best she could. She knew what she’d signed on to give him. Two weeks of complete servitude, her body to do with as he wished. No one on this green earth knowing where she was, who she was with. His ultimate fantasy, a slave to do anything he wished with. Beaten, flogged, fucked at his will and whim. She knew this and yet still, in some part of her mind, she rebelled. Seeming to sense this, he reached over and roughly pulled down her jeans.

Pleased that she’d complied with no underwear, he stripped the jeans off over her sandals. She could hear him moving slightly and wondered what he was up to. She soon found out as the sharp crack of a paddle hit her buttocks, causing her to inhale sharply. Another crack had her jumping and he put his arm over her bound ones, pushing them into her back. Another sharp smack had a tear leaking out of one eye but she was determined not to make any noise.

She had pride and determination. So too, it seemed, did Joel. He kept up the battering of her behind, until her legs began to jerk and she whimpered feebly. Hearing him setting the paddle down, she waited for what came next.

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Make Me Take It from You: erotic poetry and short stories

fuck me with a whisper…


fuck me with a word, she said

one perfect word


fuck me with your mind, she said

simultaneously benevolent and cruel


fuck me with your voice, she said

a sound like rocks slowly breaking


but, most of all, she said

fuck me with a whisper…



all this talk about hair pullin’ has me in a fuckin’ tizz…



you heard me right ya bastard,

all this talk about hair pullin’ has me really worked up!


I’m in a fuckin’ tizz if ya hadn’t noticed,

and I want,



you to take care of this pussy,

and beat my ass,

maybe choke me while you’re at it.


And you better fuckin’ tease me,

before you hurt me,

‘cause I know,

and you know,

there won’t be much of me left,


my mind will be a blur of happy hurt,

when you’re finished.




grab a fist-full of my hair,

and when I scream,

suffocate me,

with your vicious mouth,

rub my pussy lips,

with the head of your cock,

bite my shoulder ‘till you feel bone,

push my face,

against the wall,

holding me there,

while you fuck me hard,

balls slappin’ my clit hard.



after you fill me with cum,


finish what you started,

with your strong hand,

like fire on my ass,

my thoughts,

slipping loose from my control,

at least for now,



I’m in quite a tizz,

because of you…



morning sex


when she ran her tongue across his lips

his mustache tasted of coffee and smoke

and the honey freshly harvested from between her thighs


fingers rested

over her pounding heart

soft now

unlike the fire that they burned with before

so she mused

on how this began

how he had called her by her secret name

a name that made her feel both vulnerable and understood


she traced that name

into the sweat on his ink stained shoulder

newly broken nail dragging on his skin


he smiled

the drying blood on his back creaking

as he drew her close

moving her to let loose a happy sigh


after all

morning was long from over


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Breaking in the Pledges

Alex had been a friend of hers for a few years, and to be blunt he had been friend zoned by her early on. Anna just hadn’t realized his interest so much, or at least that is what she told herself till one drunken night their college freshman year. He finally got through her thick skull and for the last year they’d been an item. The relationship was, well since she’d told him enough of everything she’d ever wanted, just about perfect save for one thing. Alex was for a lack of better words, not as well-endowed as she would have liked. He was smaller than average in every way, length and girth, though she found his uncut member quite attractive looking as it was well built just small.

At first he hid it from her as best as he could, sexually he never let her touch him though he went down on her regularly and had proven to be well skilled in his oral abilities. However that had frustrated her by not letting her return the pleasure and led to the inevitable, her discovering his smaller member. To say she was a little disappointed would be an understatement though she had expected him to be no more than average considering the size of his bulge when aroused. (more…)

High School Reunion

She is spellbound while he reaches over and slowly, tentatively touches his lips with her own.  He moves her body closer and with both hands firmly grabs her ass.  She can feel his hard-on pressed against her.  They continue kissing and he puts one hand up her dress.  She is dripping wet and he whispers, “You naughty and delicious girl.  I want you now!”
He starts taking off his clothes while she sits on the edge of the tub watching.  As he removes his shirt, she admires his broad shoulders and slim waist. His chest is well-defined and muscular and he wears dog tags from the time he spent in Afghanistan.  His legs are very long and lean and she judges that he must be six foot two. His cock is rock hard and dying to be touched.  She steps into the bath, trying to hide her butt that is red from being spanked earlier by the sexy British man on the beach. Randy follows her into the tub and sits in back of her.  He pulls her close to him so that she can feel his hard-on pressing against her back.  He takes some soap and lathers up her big tits.  He kisses her neck as he does it.  “You feel so good,” he tells her.  “I could do this for hours.”  They spend the next ten minutes touching and exploring each other until the bath water gets cold.
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Evelyn’s Journey: An Erotic Awakening


I am privileged to have a gym at my place. Rejuvenated after a workout. The past few months have been hectic. I’ve been helping out at the local hospital due to their shortage of doctors, and my appointments with regular patients here.  I am grateful for my mother who taught me, time management skills.  It has come in handy to run my business smoothly. I employ a cleaner and gardener as I hardly have time to maintain my house and property.

My current cleaner Adele finished yesterday. A lovely middle age woman. She had to leave due to her mother’s illness and will miss her.  I have narrowed my list of applicants for the cleaner’s position down to 6. In my foyer out the front of my house. The warm sun lights through the front of my house. My house could not be a better position. Especially during the colder months. My eyes gaze through the tinted sheet glass window outside to watch Ms. Fox park her car. She intrigues me. I thoroughly combed through her resume yesterday.  Evelyn Fox is 22 years old. She is a qualified registered nurse with honors and has flawless references. Why is she applying for a cleaning job?  My breath quickens at the sight of her. (more…)

Hewitt: Jagged Edge Series #1

There was something different about him. It was almost as if he had regret in his eyes. When we parted ways, it wasn’t the best break-up. We both said some things that shouldn’t have been said. “You look good too.”

I’m not sure what happened, whether it was the silence between us or the way we were looking at each other, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. Before I knew it, Peter lowered his lips to mine and kissed me. It wasn’t your everyday, glad-to-see-you kind of kiss. This kiss held so much more. When his tongue parted my lips, I knew I was in trouble. There was something igniting inside me that I couldn’t control even if I tried. It was something that only Peter could make me feel. (more…)

Forever Tattooed

The door opened, and she walked in. She was not your typical person looking for a tat. I mean, she could sport a tattoo, but she wasn’t our clientele. Standing in the middle of girl mayhem, this woman stole the show. Yeah, she looked good with her long, wavy hair and a curvy body, but there was more. She appeared like an exotic flower placed in a bouquet of ragged wildflowers. She radiated determination. Everyone else dropped away from my sight. Moving over to the counter, she displayed confidence, grace, and elegance.

“I got this, Gabe.” Abraham started toward her. His movement broke my trance, and I grabbed his arm.

“No, I do.” Abraham turned and saw the resolve in my eyes. His expression told me he questioned my motives, again, but he nodded and stepped aside. (more…)

The Dragon’s Gift

I’m flooded with lust as Maxine straddles over my upper thighs, her weight a reassuring blanket in the dark. She grasps both my breasts and squeezes, and then drags one clawed hand down over my torso while her tongue licks in a hungry trail down to my navel. Her saliva lingers like sticky paint, evaporating slowly, and I love it. I can feel her impatience; it’s electric in the air, as is my own. I simply can’t remain still. I want to feel her touch everywhere.

My hands find her one hand lingering under my breast, but she moves further down where I cannot reach her. It’s a deliberate tease; she enjoys topping people. She loves control, and has told me numerous stories of doing similar things to her boyfriends. I don’t mind. It’s me she’s craving now. (more…)

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