Author: Stranded

Dogging Questions

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Ellen pulled Roland by the hand along through the cool breeze as they walked up the hill towards her place. The taste of his cum was still in her mouth, and her pussy was beginning to complain that, so far, it had only had three orgasms. The brunette couple that had been watching them in the abandoned building was on their heels. Ellen stopped and turned to the couple. "I have a question." She guessed these two were a little younger and less experienced than she was. If right, that put twenty years difference between them and Roland. Though Roland had held his own in the abandoned building, she suspected he was not all that experienced yet. That needed to change. Roland almost fell over from Ellen's lurched stop. Turning, he saw the [Read more...]

Hold the Pepperoni

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Autor's note - This is an excerpt from my upcoming book, "Black Sheep Rising," and requires a touch of context. The book is about a couple (Greg and Octa...pornstar stage name Cobra) being interviewed on their 25th anniversary (by Ursula). This particular scene (and it is not a completed story) is them telling of how they met the first time, sort of. It is also my first mention to my readers that this story is a spinoff of my earlier work on Director Jake. So, with all this said, let's join the scene, already in progress. ACTION! She lowered to her knees and waited. Her belly burned from a mixture of excitement and fear. With knees on the pillow she had pulled from the bed, everything else felt comfortable. Lowering further, she sat back [Read more...]

No One Was Watching

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The sun having long retired from its perch for the evening left a blanket of darkness over the alley. The city had never wasted money on lights for this tiny dead-end. Too small for anyone to get up to anything really serious...or so the builders think. It would seem they are wrong as I catch that first glimpse of movement out there in one of the corners between the backdoors of the deli, to the north, and apartment, to the east. It's her, alright. Not the first time I've seen her in that spot. I suspect it is one of her favorites. Just a moment, as I need my goggles for a better view. Night vision is very helpful when watching the alley from my darkened room, four floors up. Thankfully, the weather prognosticators were wrong and there was [Read more...]

Cold Feet

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As always, we Canucks know how to stay warm in these frigid days. I now have PhotoShop and, after a few lessons, now (sort of) how to use it...time to start playing. After the better part of eighteen stressful months that involved my finally burning out last summer, it's time to get back to work. ...so where were we?

In the Cold

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Author's note: this week's Wicked Wednesday meme is to write a tale of erotica based on something that happened on Titanic...um, yeah, but... "Calli, this is going to be much too cold." "But we can heat it the fuck up." She grinned up at him. "Chicken? Paul, are you chicken?" Unbuttoning her coat, she dropped it from her shoulders into a pile of snow. Her naked athletic physique caught shine from the sunlight above and reflected off the blues and whites of snow below. Her naked hips moved with rhythm and grace, leading her towards a wall of white. She was as tall as he was with a similar shade of black curls, albeit much longer down her pale skinned back. "Oh, you are so beautiful and brave," Paul said with a grin as he [Read more...]

Swept Away in the Rainstorm

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Steam lifted off the darkened street as cars passed through puddles. The streetlights offered spots of light between the deluge and the wind. The full-length windows muted the sound of cars skidding past below. Kent stared into the darkest part of his reflection to look outside. The fluorescent lighting in the hall made it difficult to see much out there. He stood in his blue uniform with his first name embroidered on his right chest with a broom over his shoulder. No one would mistake him for a soldier carrying a rifle, but he still smiled at the thought. A car sprayed water on the sidewalk causing nearby pedestrians to scatter away from the edge. Kent chuckled and returned to his hall trek. He began whistling "If I Only Had a Brain" [Read more...]

Erotica for Just the Fifty of You

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Author's note: It's been awhile since I've offered a new series here, and after a few weeks off it is about time I returned with a Wicked Wednesday post. This is the first part of a new project I'm calling "Black Rings". Based on my notes, this one may go for a while. For the record, the last time I said something like that was the beginning of Savannah. This could be fun. She walked towards him from the club's bar area. A grin crossed her lips as she thought he looked perfect for the thoughts of erotica that her mind was basking in. He sat with his eyes transfixed on a ring on his right hand. A leather coat was open showing a dark button-down collar shirt beneath it. His graying, brown hair flickered with colour from the stage lights [Read more...]

The Man of Orange and Mad-Eye

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Being the Canadian that I am, please allow me to apologize in advance for this. I wanted this to be funny, but I simply cannot do it. Been awhile since I’ve discussed politics ‘round these here parts, but there have been some things going on lately that have my blood boiling. The problem is figuring out where to start. I know, I know; Julie Andrews says we should start at the very beginning, a very good place to start. How do you solve a problem like oppression? I've been sharing a lot of Facebook and Twitter posts about what has been reported in the news lately, and I've gotten some flack about it. Those that would have us keep our heads down and claim any news against their leaders is "hatred" say we should stop it and let [Read more...]