Category Writing

Plans and Things

May 1, 2013 Fringe ElementsGardenWriting  No comments

I have finally gotten all the Kinky Prom photo edited and all but five of the 250-ish I took have been sent out.  Three of those I am just waiting on an email address so I can send them out, and two are of a person neither I nor any of the six or eight people I have had look at the picture knew her.

Today and tomorrow, I am *off,” in that I don’t specifically have plans to do anything in the evening.

Of course, it’s also Derby week, and we have two parties planned for this weekend, so it’s not like I’m really slacking off, of course.  I do have some paperwork to do, and some emails I need to answer, but I don’t necessarily have to be anywhere or do anything.

After this weekend, too, it will get a bit quieter...

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Dirty Little Slut

December 31, 2012 FictionWriting  8 comments

“It’s what you are, you know,” she said.

He nodded.  “Yes, Ma’am, I am.”

“Am what?”

He paused, then licked his suddenly dry lips.  “I…”  He had to clear his throat slightly.  “I am a dirty little slut.”

“What else?”

Another rapid dart of tongue over lips.  “What else, Ma’am?”

Her voice was implacable.  “What else are you, slut?”

“Um…  I am your dirty little slut, Ma’am.”

He heard her laugh.  “Well, yes, I think that’s rather obvious, but I think you’re considerably more than a dirty little slut, too, aren’t you?”

He shifted on the stool upon which he sat, and was reminded again of the plug in his ass.  His cock throbbed, too, and another drop of pre-cum slipped out, and his downcast eyes watched.  “Yes, Ma’am.”

“What else?”

He hesitated and there was a sharp slap of a crop on his...

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For You

November 27, 2012 Writing  9 comments

“Close your eyes,” she said.

“I’m afraid,” he said, closing them anyway.

“Good,” she said, and he felt her breath tickle his ear.

“Don’t move,” she said.

“I won’t,” he said.

“Even when I do this?” she asked, and he felt the cold edge of a steel blade lightly touching his skin, raising goose bumps.

“No,” he said.

“Good boy,” she said.

“Wear my collar?”  Her breath in his ear was punctuated with a nip.

“Yes.  Please.”  He felt it circle his neck, heard the jangle of the steel rings.

“Give me your wrists,” she said.

Wordlessly he held his hands out in front of him, and stood still, eyes closed, as he felt the heavy leather being clasped around them.

He felt her pull his wrists together and heard the snick of the clip joining them...

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