The necessary fictions we tell ourselves and others.
Also, fiction.

Day 19 – Thoughts on Round 5 of the #SmutMarathon

Here we are more than halfway through, and it is definitely proving to be a marathon! I am still enthusiastic about each assignment, the voting/feedback rounds, and finding out the results, but I am also beginning to comprehend how much of a commitment this was and is. Still, as in past rounds, I have enjoyed exercising my writing, editing and critiquing chops. I felt like I hit my stride in this round. I found the prompt, “write a story that takes place in the dark,” interesting, and the word count was much more manageable to me. While some writers have excelled at crafting what felt like a whole story in the rounds with a much lower word count, I really struggled with it. I welcomed the challenge for just that reason, though, and persevered, coming up with pieces that I felt, if not extravagantly proud of, at least satisfied with.Read more …

#SmutMarathon Round 3 Musings

Apr 8, 2019 | Posted by in 2019 Smut Marathon, Fictions, On Writing | 3

The Challenge: Write an erotic/sexy conversation between two people. (Your story should have at least 75% dialogue)   Specific requirements: – at least 75% dialogue in your story. – your story is between 180-200 words. No less, no more. – give your story a title of 2-3 words (this is not part of the word count required) – Tip: if your story is 180 words long, then 135 words should be between dialogue tags. If your story is 200 words long, 150 words should be between dialogue tags. I’m not gonna lie – this was a hard challenge. As I was struggling with it, trying to write a story (or a hint at one) in 75% dialogue, I thought a few times, “It just can’t be done.” Or maybe “done well.” But after reading others’ entries during the voting round, I found that, while yes, it was difficult, and whileRead more …

Yellow, in Black & White

Nov 11, 2018 | Posted by in Fictions, Sinful Sunday, Writing About Kink | 8

I recently took a jaunt into the woods with my photographer friend Allan, Adam, and C, the girlfriend of mine that did this to me, in order to take pictures for his “yellow” theme. This is the one that we did pictures for out in Vegas. I’ve got some super-cute images that came out of this day, (the more we are together, the more comfortable I feel in front of his camera, the more I feel able to relax, be silly, have FUN with being the object of his lens) but this one – with the yellow deliberately stripped from it – is one I find oddly compelling. We’d been using the yellow rope again, and I wanted to capture a specific image. What I had in mind was quite a bit different than what came out of the session – and yet, in spite of it not quite workingRead more …

June 27 – Writing Under Duress

I am beset with technical challenges. Tonight, while I tried to charge my external keyboard that I use with my tablet, I decided to use my laptop instead. Have you ever been on your  computer while someone else, a technician maybe, took control for a few minutes? Yeah, it was like that. All of sudden my mouse is moving everywhere, windows are opening and closing in my browser, my mouse is completely out of my control. It was like a poltergeist in my computer. I have no idea what was going on. I typed out a panicky text to V (OMG what if Russians are using my computer to spread pro-Trump propaganda?? [I really can’t think of anything worse than that]) but he’s already abed, so I turned it off and am hoping it was just some weird fluke. Meanwhile, now I’m here laying in bed typing with an on-screenRead more …

June 20 – Release

Jun 20, 2018 | Posted by in Every Damn Day in June, Fictions, Wicked Wednesday | 1

Her Story She trembles on the edge, biting her lip in an agony of straining muscles, strangled breath, quivering limbs. She wants it so badly, craves that fall over the edge into ecstasy, after the delicious torment of the climb up, after the pleasure has rolled and twisted like a ball inside of her, dragging her up and up and into this space, to this moment, where she hangs for an eternity. She pants and her fingers dance over her clit, stroking, circling, teasing, then pressing hard as she feels the pressure begin to build. She backs off deliberately when she knows the release is inevitable: stalling, stalling. Teasing; tormenting; holding herself back from the edge. This is the place, the moment, she loves, almost as much as she loves the actual release, that sweet explosion, when it comes. Holding it back is an exquisite torment. Up and down thatRead more …

What She Deserves

Oct 15, 2016 | Posted by in Fictions, Kink of the Week, Writing About Kink | 6

From her place on the floor, kneeling, head bowed, Marianne heard the front door open and then shut with a sharp click. She couldn’t help but think that even the sound of the door shutting sounded ominous. It had been a long time since she had been in trouble, and Master was particularly displeased with her this time. She heard the sound of his shoes on the hardwood floor of the hallway, heard him pause in the doorway. She wanted to look up at him, to gauge his temperament, but she remained on her knees, eyes to the floor. She heard him cross the room, finally stopping in front of her, the gleam of his well-polished shoes a testament to her good behavior in other areas of her submission. I can polish a shoe like a pro! she thought. But she couldn’t keep her hands away from herself day inRead more …

#MasturbationMonday – Train

May 3, 2016 | Posted by in Fictions, Masturbation Monday, Masturbation Month | Comments Off on #MasturbationMonday – Train

This is my first time submitting to Kayla Lords’ meme Masturbation Monday. I may be too late to post the link to her page today, but even if I can’t, do take go over and take a look at all the masturbatory smutty goodness she has going on over there. It is National Masturbation Month, after all. Since Viper and I spend the majority of our nights apart, we do a lot of prompted masturbation. Since he is my Dominant, a lot of times those prompts are him simply telling me what to do and how to do it, which is hot in its own right. There are also times he requires me to do some reading and then get off to it (or not, depending on his mood), recently we began playing a new remotely-played game that involves a lot of edging and masturbation, and other times we tellRead more …

Day 9 – Chair

Feb 10, 2016 | Posted by in 2016 February Photofest, Fictions, Wicked Wednesday | 4

What? How else would I spend my first evening at home in several days? Reading in my favorite pink socks and panties…about threesomes…of course…   Check out my story, “Full Circle”, as well as a whole heaping pile of hot, sexy, threeway fun: