Yesterday, Casey wrote a story that’s a cool glass of water for the summer heat – a playful, romantic little slip of a story that’s perfect for a spare moment. If you haven’t read it, you should. It’s right here. Go read it. I’ll wait. Go. Go on, get. . . . Kate and Jude came [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Fiction’
Tall Cool Bucket of Water for the Summer Heat
Posted in Casey, Fiction, Jude and Kate, Kissing girls, Kyle, tagged Casey, Fiction, Jude and Kate, Kissing girls, Kyle on July 27, 2010 | 2 Comments »
Twitter Smut
Posted in Other Stuff, tagged BDSM, Fiction, Kyle, smut, Twitter on April 23, 2010 | 3 Comments »
Kyle and I have been itching to play in public again, and so we scheduled (yes, honest and for true, I saved the time on our Google calendar days and days ago) a few hours to get down and dirty in front of all our followers on Twitter. The scene that evolved was so exciting [...]
Friday Fiction – Soccer Coach
Posted in Other Stuff, tagged Educating Roxy, Fiction, Flirting, Kissing girls, Kyle, smut on October 30, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Kyle and I wrote a scene together yesterday that was so hot, I suggested we post it for y’all to see. It started with a picture I sent him of myself as a young soccer player, and we fantasized about a meeting when I was a sweet young thing of 18, and what he might [...]
Silver Blade
Posted in Other Stuff, tagged BDSM, Control, Fantasy, Fiction, Knives, Kyle, smut on September 11, 2009 | 1 Comment »
(Continued from Awake) “Hello again.” It was that guy from the bar, the creepy guy who had stood in the back and stared at her the night before. Susan tried to sit up, but her arms wouldn’t move and her legs felt like lead. As her eyes slowly cleared, she could see that they were [...]
Awake
Posted in Other Stuff, tagged BDSM, Control, Fantasy, Fiction, Kyle, Pictures, smut on September 4, 2009 | 5 Comments »
A pinch woke Susan from her drugged sleep. She had been dreaming of running from something dark with sharp white teeth and viciously curved claws when suddenly two fingers brought her back to the real world with the ferocity of an alligator clamp on her right breast. “Ow!” she complained, cringing from the sudden throbbing [...]
Intruder
Posted in BDSM, Domino, Fiction, tagged BDSM, Domino, Fiction on January 12, 2009 | 2 Comments »
It started with a question: “How would you want Me to chase you? If I called and said, ‘I am coming to get you, right now,’ tell Me about your panic, your fleeing.” And this is the story W/we wrote together: i put the phone down in a cold sweat, heart beating fast but unable [...]
Yearning
Posted in Fiction, Kissing girls, Kyle, tagged Fiction, Kissing girls, Kyle on December 26, 2008 | 3 Comments »
It was more than an invitation – it was a challenge. She had been taunting my inexperience all day with lewd suggestions, daring me to succumb… So i pushed her backwards into the bedroom, letting her fall, with a laugh, onto the bed. Before she had a chance to get up, i jumped on top [...]
Red Heels: Old Friends
Posted in Fiction, Red Heels, tagged Fiction, Red Heels on August 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
(Continued from Red Heels: Broken) Samantha’s eyes grew wide as his words sunk in, and Jack took that opportunity to shove the choke chain down over her head and pull it tight around her neck. The bite of the cold metal against her skin brought her back to the moment as she looked up at [...]
Red Heels: Broken
Posted in Fiction, Red Heels, tagged Fiction, Red Heels on August 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
(Continued from Red Heels: Bound) She looked up at him, hating herself for asking, “What do you want?” Jack looked down at her, brushing her hair out of her face with one hand and then stroking her cheek. “Why, darlin’…I want you.” ******** Samantha lay there, her cuffed wrists starting to ache under the weight [...]
Red Heels: Bound
Posted in Fiction, Red Heels, tagged Fiction, Red Heels on July 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
(Continued from Red Heels: Lunch) Samantha stared directly at Jack, who was still holding her hand tightly in his own. She needed to get away, to regroup, but she didn’t want to lose face by leaving the table, so she sat there, trying to look confident, but failing to convince either herself or Jack of [...]
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