Privacy is in Ashes

The Seventh Commandment by Pascal, adultery

This week's Wicked Wednesday prompt is "Peeping Tom". Normally I would work it into one of the stories in my draft folder, but considering the issue that came out last week, this seems appropo. So...to steal a phrase from Monty Python... ...I've always wanted to use something from the Python's in a Wicked Wednesday post...this tickles some. Many that read anything about sensual lifestyles and habits have heard about the latest big hacking scandal by now. The odds are good that most people in western society have heard about this one. Ashley Madison markets as a discreet way for attached folk to play outside the bounds of fidelity. Proving the severe bias of the media, many stories immediately refer to it as a website of cheating [Read more...]

BDSM Tale of a Man on a Leash

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"What? You think the leash is too much?" Mandy asked with a wide grin. "He's naked," the blonde pointed out. "You don't think that was enough? This is more BDSM than we figured." "No shit, Shirley. It's a CFNM party." Mandy pushed her brunette hair back over her leather-covered shoulder. "Yeah, the leash is more than we expected." Shirley's eyes fell to the man on his hands and knees. "But it's fucking hot. It's like the reins of a horse or..." "...or the leash of a dog." Mandy tugged on the leash. "Bloody right it's hot. Oh, and he has a tongue that never ends." "Oh really?" Shirley giggled. "You'll have to try it out later." Mandy saw the smile turn to glare from Shirley. "What?" "It's a CFNM party. For me to enjoy [Read more...]

Swinging Castle Stranded and a Corrugated Fetish

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Forgive me, reader, it has been three weeks since my last prose...no, seriously. With my posting schedule, most would not realize, but it has been three weeks since these fingers have been swinging across proper keys. Okay, this is posting for Wicked Wednesday, but it has nothing to do with this week's theme of hormones! I'm sorry...it took me five days to get my fucking computer un-boxed and my fingers have been going stir crazy wanting to type something completely inappropriate as they swapped DNA with the keys. So here we go. Um....oh boy...and now the exhaustion kicks in. Awaiting my head to slam on the keys after how this week has gone. Fuck, who am I kidding, this month. Just box after box and a shit load of Ikea furniture to [Read more...]