Negotiating Consent

Bondage, discipline, dominance and submission, sadomasochism…this is BDSM in a nutshell. Though I don’t think it likes being in a nutshell. BDSM would get very grumpy were it in a nutshell. The concept of BDSM is as an umbrella over a wide awry of concepts. GQ, of all publications, gives a very vanilla and beginner A-Z list of some BDSM …

The Art of Making Up Stats

Stats really are just another form of the clock. Another way for we humans to track things in the passage of time. This era of COVID-19, or Coronavirus, has been no exception. Stats, like the economy and unlike time, are generally made up. I’ve always been one to make up my own stats about things. As an example, 125% of …

101 Things Not To Do While in Isolation

Let’s start with the easiest one first, shall we? Don’t write articles entitled “101 Things Not To Do While in Isolation” and actually intend to write seriously about it. Being I tend to do what I say, I am going to follow that first reason and write something else entirely. Too many people with the blues already over the isolation …

Best Reality, Ever!

“I’m not fucking 400 men,” Millie stated and considered stamping her feet in emphasis. “Well, at least not all at once.” Greg stood up beside her. “They wouldn’t do that.” “I’m scared they would.” Millie glanced up at him before returning her gaze forward. “This is week 400 of Wicked Wednesday, you know. They want to do something big. I’m …

Reality in Rhythm

Author’s Note: This is the second part of my newest series of erotica, “Those That Know”, and my first piece since hearing about the passing of Rush drummer and lyricist, Neil Peart. I’m not a big one on celebrity culture, but my regular readers will know that Neil will now hold a place for me along with the likes of …

Reality Expenses

“Why is there no sex version of Guitar Hero,” Millie asked as she lowered onto the erection beneath her. “There should be one!” Carter nodded and watched as his wife lowered completely, sheathing the hard cock, before stepping forward and offering his own to her lips. “I suspect,” Greg said from beneath Millie in more grunt than actual voice, “they’d …

Orders Given

Master’s hand stroked her cheek as she knelt silently beside his chair. He wore a black suit, white shirt, and red tie. He sat with his right leg crossed over his left, towards her, in his plush armchair. From the corner of her eye, she could see Kelly on the opposite side of him, in the exact same situation; kneeling …

Escitalopram and the Erotic Blur

I claim to be an erotic writer but seems I’ve not been writing anything of much lately. In September of 2017, I left work for six weeks due to stress. The firm our company hired to “assist” employees going through short term leave bullied me back to work by demanding I get on medication or lose my job. This writer …