The cage moved. It swung forward and back, almost to the beat of the tune wafting in from the overhead speakers. It was four feet from the floor, and the audience gave it a wide radius to avoid injury. The first time this had happened, Kara had been rather concerned. It had swung causing her to lose balance and crash …
Press play… “This is like a scene out of American Psycho.” Crimson turned from the CD player and grinned at her. “If that were the case, we’d be listening to Genesis or Huey Lewis. I would think this music offers much more erotica than either of those would.” “Archaic as CD players are now, Pink Floyd is a much …
“Wait, explain this again. Your new girlfriend gave you a blowjob,” Dana said with exasperation. “Yes, she did.” Brad grinned and gave her bare shoulder a squeeze. “Masterfully, I might add.” “Let me finish here before responding, here, Don Juan.” She pushed a strand of red hair out of her face. “This happened the first time you met her.” Brad …
The Twentieth Century Fox anthem rumbled through the home theatre speakers quickly followed by the first horn blasts of space opera. Rare to have the opportunity, but Fox loved her classic films. This one, in particular, she was watching on the hundred-and-fifteenth anniversary of its theatrical release. Her boots lifted onto the ottoman, and she crossed them at the ankles. …
Author’s note: this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt was to twist and eroticize a fairy tale. I chose The Wolf and the Fox…and no, this is not Scully and Mulder fan fiction… Wind howled through the condo windows as winter whipped the city once again. The bedside table held a clock with no face due to lack of power. Power lines …
The building offered just a hint of light in the distance, but the mountains hid any natural light at this time of the evening. Heather tugged lightly at the bonding around her wrists. She was facing the tree that she was tied to, her naked breasts feeling the touch of the cold bark. Her cold white breath drifting from her excited …
“I’ve never built one of these.” Kevin wiped sweat from his brow and looked up from the drawings. Though it was warm, the sweat was more from Melinda not being the usual grunt of general contractors he dealt with. Her tight jeans and bare navel just went against all that was plumber-pants. “It has kneelers. Is this a church thing for worship?” …
Author’s Note: This is part three of Sexton City. As for the characters, you’ve met Chopin before. The flogger struck leaving a trail of red claw marks on the brown skin behind it. Thunder roared its applause. Carter pulled the flogger back again in preparation of the next swing. The handle was held in his right hand while his left stroked …
