Live Porn at Her First Swingers Club

Circe looked at the house across the street before turning to him. “Seriously? That’s the place?” “Sonnefeld or Burton could have used it for a horror movie, I know. Very eerie place with modern buildings either side.” Jeff’s eyes moved down to her. The streets were still damp from rain deluge the night prior as it had yet to warm …

Swept Away in the Rainstorm

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. …

Erotica for Just the Fifty of You

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 …

Director Jake Returns

Yes, he’s back…and he’s confused as to why the universe hates him… A lipstick stain left evidence of her mug molestation. Director Jake Along with the regular cast of characters: Beverly – Jake’s life, writing, and baking partner Clark – the cameraman who hears nothing Vance – pornstar and bookkeeper extraordinaire Crimson – elegant owner of a Vancouver BDSM dungeon …

Preparing to Find Savannah

Author’s note: Part two of the new teaser series for the upcoming project, Savannah’s Alternate Universe. “So who were Benz and Grayle?” The man lifted his eyes to look over his reading glasses across the table. Brad shrugged and gave a wide grin. “Grayle was, oh I don’t know, a fed investigator of some sort. Benz was her informant, I guess.” …

Winter Howls

Author’s note: This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt is Winter. Being I’ve missed a number of prompts recently, I had to get back in on this one. Who better than a Canadian, such as I, to write a piece or erotica about winter? So how’s about a little tale from the British Columbia Rockies of a pair lost in the snow? …

Please, It’s Melody

He heard her moans as he walked down the dark hall. He moved slowly with the carpet muting his footsteps. A louder pleasured scream came from the door at the end of the hall. The open door to his left allowed the noon sunlight to filter in. Glancing in revealed that room to be a full washroom with little toothbrushes and …