Club Dark Fortune

Club Dark Fortune

 

Hushed whispers between the other female executives told me to join this club.  They promised it would push me outside of my comfort zone and give me the adventure I craved.  I rolled my eyes at their dramatics but completed the application.  The passcode arrived a month later.

I hurried to the non-descript front door and punched in the numbers sent to me on a keypad.  The door clicked open, and I was alone in a small lobby. I looked around for a clerk of some kind.  I knew that my appointment was for this evening and I wasn’t late.  I walked over to a small table pushed against a wall.  A little blue sign in a bowl of fortune cookies was the only indication that people were welcome in the otherwise dark and foreboding room.

The sign read:  Choose one.   Read more

#FantasySmutFriday

#FantasySmutFriday

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Good Kitten

Each sting on my skin tethered me to this world keeping the black void just out of reach.  Heat flooded my ass as his voice cut into my flickering consciousness.

“Twenty more. Count for me, kitten.  Twenty more.  Ready?”

I felt my head bob in agreement as if an invisible puppetmaster released the tension on my neck.

“Are you sure, kitten?”

Twenty.  I could do twenty.  Air filled my lungs. I allowed my body to relax, and I closed my eyes.  I didn’t have to think.  I simply had to feel.

“Yes.  Ready.”

The whoosh of the belt came quickly and I yelped, “One.”

I breathed numbers in the off beats as he found his mark. My body took each stroke and absorbed the sting as my yelps increased in volume.

“Eight.  Nine. Ten…ughn!”

My voice wobbled, and he paused.  I felt his hand rub circles on my ass as he allowed me a brief intermission.  Errant fingers trace the wetness of my slit, and I mewled in wanting as felt his hard cock bump against the back of my thigh.  Owned. The word flashed through my mind as I let go of the last piece of human thought before becoming his pet. The sting of the belt began again.   Soon the spoken numbers jumbled into guttural mewing and his voice began to replace mine.  Twenty.   The belt clattered to the floor, he wrapped my trembling body in his embrace and tipped my head back for a kiss.  My inner fire swelled into animal wanting.  He pulled me back into position by my leash, and the restriction of the collar made me pant for a good breath. He grinned at me like a wolf baring his teeth to the rabbit.  When he was satisfied with my posture, he stroked my back while easing the pressure on my throat. I purred and arched low so that I was open to him.  Thick fingers filled my ache then he allowed me to lick my wetness with dainty tongue flicks.

“Meow?”

“Mmmmm there’s my kitten.”

I felt him kneel on the bed behind me.

He grabbed my tender ass and dug his fingers into the crimson flesh before sinking balls deep into me.  The pain blinded me, but the forceful strokes of his cock in my kitty cunt made me yowl for more.  He pumped me hard until my thighs were slick.  The headboard banged against the wall in rhythm, and our wedding photo was knocked askew.  He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back.  I yowled as my body spasmed in waves of orgasm forcing me to buck wildly against his cock.  I felt him swell and flood my pussy as he howled in the release.  He pulsed and twitched inside me.  His body went slack and fell next to me.  He roughly pulled me to him, and I felt his heart pound against my back.

“Good kitten,” he whispered before giving the ribbon holding my mask in place a tug.  I watched the lacy silhouette of a kitten float to the floor through sleepy eyes as I curled against my love.

“Mew.”

 

 

 

 

Morning After

Morning After

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The morning light woke Katy with cozy warmth.  She stretched her long bare legs as her eyes focused.  Staring at her was a poster on the ceiling of a half-clad woman draped on a motorcycle. Nice. She glanced around the rest of the apartment and noted mismatched worn furniture, stacks of pizza boxes in the corner and a pair of muddy boots by the door.  She cursed and realized that once again she did not end up in her own apartment after a night on the town. This was definitely a bachelor residence complete with black leather furniture and a huge ass flat screen TV filling the wall across from the bed.   She tried to suppress a laugh, but the giggle escaped causing the sleeping mountain of a man beside her to stir. He threw a beefy arm over her bare midriff and pulled her closer. He was indeed her type with broad shoulders, calloused hands, and chiseled features.  She was sure he was a trucker, construction worker, or firefighter of some sort.

“Hey you,” Katy murmured into his ear as she desperately tried to remember his name, “I need to get going.”  The man stirred again and slid his hand up to her breast. Katy savored the zing she felt in her pussy as his rough hand connected to her pert nipple.  

She squeezed her thighs together to quiet the beginning of yearning and momentarily allowed herself a small sigh of pleasure.  Her gentle noise made him open his eyes, and he snuggled his thick dick against her bare bottom. Her body buzzed with wanting. She closed her eyes and sunk back into his embrace.  Her first appointment was in the late afternoon, but she liked her one night stands fast and forgettable. She could barely remember meeting this man last night, but her body reminded her that she greatly enjoyed his touch.  

“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered.  Katy turned to kiss him but wrinkled her nose at the scent of his beer tainted morning breath.  That got her moving. She gave him a quick peck and unwound herself from his body although the feel of a stirring cock was very tempting.  

This part of the morning-after always jogged her memory of the previous evening’s events. It was like a treasure hunt. Katy thought for a moment about what was wearing last night.  Her little red dress was easy to spot and she picked it up from the floor near the bathroom. She remembered that the reason that they ended up at his place was that she needed to pee and he lived above the bar.  The three jumbo margaritas from the night before made her memory fuzzy, but the night was slowly coming back to her.  She remembered his laugh. He had a rich and glorious laugh that filled Katy with warmth. She loved a good sense of humor and ending up in his bed was a good indication that she enjoyed the company of that man who watching her with hungry eyes. Their eyes met and he smiled.

She went back to work on searching for her stuff.  Her stockings were draped over a ceiling fan that was spinning lazily in the living area.  She vaguely remembered slingshotting them up there as they were rolling around on the couch to see if they could fly.  She was such a dork.

“Ummm, do you know where my bra is?” Katy called to the man in bed.  He grinned and gestured towards the refrigerator. She opened the fridge and noted that the gallon of milk was sporting her favorite red lacy bra. She knew that she probably thought that was very funny to dress the milk in the middle of foreplay, but now it just made her nipples harden as she hastily clasped the thoroughly chilled garment to her body.

The man on the bed burst out laughing.  “That was definitely a new one for me,” he called, “You put on one hell of a puppet show.”  Katy felt her face redden. She was extremely playful, but her partners often didn’t know what to do with her antics.  She was so glad that he was laughing and suddenly remembered where she put her panties.

She opened the freezer and saw a peep of red.  Luxurious silk and lace, frozen solid. Katy’s shoulders slumped.  Yep. She was a super dork.

His lips were inches from her ear as he chuckled, “I told you that was a bad idea.  You lost our game and the price was frozen underwear. We were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors.  You ALWAYS did scissors so it was pretty easy to win. Please come back to bed?”

His arm reached around her to close the freezer door.  Her body responded immediately with warmth and wetness. Her fingers gripped the counter tightly to prevent herself from sinking back against his chest and begging for his touch.   

Katy loved men.  She loved sex without connection or a relationship.  She liked being free to do as she pleased and only went to bed with a man when she couldn’t satisfy herself alone.  She was usually gone before her man-candy even woke up, but the latest conquest was difficult to leave.

He kissed her neck lightly and this made her sigh.  The lure of his deliciousness broke her resolve and she allowed herself to be led towards the bed.

She dropped her things on the floor as his hands circled her waist to pull her on top of him.  He grinned at her while tracing a finger over the lips. She nipped his thumb and he slid his hand under her hair to pull her in for a kiss.  Their lips met softly. Katy recoiled.

“Gah!  We need to brush our teeth!  Your breath smells like an old sock! Come on,”  Katy commanded. She sprang off her surprised lover and headed to the bathroom.  She snagged some toothpaste from the sink and put it on her finger. She gargled and spat in his sink as his face appeared in the mirror behind her.  She plucked his toothbrush from the cup and added toothpaste.

“Open.”  His eyes widened but he complied and allowed her to brush his teeth.  She liked men who could follow orders and perhaps this mystery man would be worth seeing again on a real date.  She waited for him to spit and then sat on the bathroom counter. He eased himself between her legs and bent to kiss her.

Katy moaned as he deepened their kiss. She wiggled her hips until her body was balanced against his on the edge of the counter.    He pulled back to look in her eyes for consent, and she nodded while wrapping her legs around his hips. She helped his cock ease into her pussy.  

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered.

“We’ll work on that,” Katy replied as she began to buck against his body.

#SmutMarathon: Round Six

#SmutMarathon: Round Six

I made it through another round in the Smut Marathon!! Our last assignment tasked us to use the words “fortune cookie” in our work.  I liked the idea that a slip of paper could be catalyst for a sexy time romp. I definitely didn’t want to do anything involving a restaurant, and I tried to brainstorm other places you might find a cookie.  

My first thought was baking them. I made fortune cookies for my boyfriend in college out of a Martha Stewart magazine and I put slips of paper in that were naughty. The cookies ended up tasting horrible and we ate ice cream instead. It was a fun night but when I wrote the scene it seemed rather vanilla.  I wanted to write something wicked. Read more

SmutMarathon: Round Two! Yay!

SmutMarathon: Round Two! Yay!

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I am a kitten who loves to write, but am often  too embarrassed to share it with others.  I signed up for the #SmutMarathon because I wanted to stretch myself and try to be a little braver in my writing.  I was gobsmacked to see that some of the jurors in Round Two liked my work and awarded me.  I jumped and twirled for an hour after reading the results.  It was a good feeling, and the feedback gave more more confidence as a writer.

I greatly enjoyed all of the pieces in this round.  I printed the micro fiction stories out and cut them up so I could see them as individual works.  My plan was to give feedback on each one, but life got in the way and I was only able to write about a few to post on the blog.  Tonight, I was gathering up the slips of papers where I had written notes, and I wanted to share a few more of my thoughts about the entries.   

38) Scenic Route

The entry by Cousin Pons was a snapshot of a story and it made me laugh out loud.  The miscommunication between partners was very clear and you could feel the exasperation in the woman’s voice.  It’s just so funny!

‘Have you ever considered,’ she said, pausing to wipe a globule of his cum from her lips.

‘What’s that honey?’

‘That I prefer the ache of sex that is a long, slow run rather than a sprint.’

‘Have you been reading those trashy magazines again?’

‘Just so husband dear. I know you work hard. You come home all sweaty and you want to screw and cum in my face. That’s natural. But just reflect for a moment and think, wouldn’t it be fine and dandy to take the scenic route now and again. A little sightseeing before you shoot your fucking load.’

‘You want me to get the station wagon out?’

20) The Epiphany

Violet wrote an  exceptionally erotic scene that had a lovely rhythm.  The imagery was beautifully written and I could see the two characters sharing this moment.  This would be a great beginning to a very naughty story, and it kept playing in my mind.  

The night air was cool as she pulled him by the hand from the throbbing nightclub and into the dim alley, her back immediately against the wall, his hand under her skirt, sinking into her silky wetness. It was always this way with them; too much whisky, never enough time. She pushed him to his knees and he looked up and saw her, silhouetted beneath the starry midnight sky, hands twisting in his hair, pulling his face to her succulent cunt. She was the Milky Way, he a speck of sand in awe of her. He realized in that moment that he didn’t just want this disposable lust. He wanted so much more.

39) Produce Seduction

And finally, I made notes on a  very funny grocery store scene that made me stop reading and just laugh in my bed.  Humor is very attractive especially when talking about sex and this entry by Charlton Tod was excellent.  I could envision two lonely people at the grocery store making eyes at each other over subtly suggestive foods. There was a grocery near my college campus that was a well known pick up spot, and this snippet of a story brought back fond memories of cruising for dudes with some of my old roommates.  

Mary gaped at Come-N-Save’s hothouse cucumbers, still sheathed in thin plastic (seamed for her pleasure). It had been too long since she had a proper salad. As she placed it in her basket, she noticed a gentleman approach checkout with a box of cherry pie. Mary couldn’t help but giggle as she spotted ‘Hot and Ready’ on the side of the container, and wondered if he was in need of a proper dessert. His eyes glanced around just enough to notice the way Mary stared at him, and suggestively caressed the vegetable. With a crack of a smile, Mary mustered the courage to ask about his dinner plans. A night of eating out was just what she needed.

The SmutMarathon has been a fantastic learning experience for me.  My favorite thing so far is discovering the work of a slew of new authors, and this has opened up a larger erotica writing world for me.  I have submitted my Round Three entry, and once again I nervously wait for the reveal of the next round.  I hope mine stacks up.   I can’t wait to see what the gloriously dirty minds in this contest come up with to meet our latest challenge.

 

 

 

Round Three: #SmutMarathon

Round Three: #SmutMarathon

Dezi #SmutMarathon:  Character Sketch

We were challenged in this round to create a character sketch of a flawed individual, and the parameters for the writing were left up to the author.  I tumbled many possible options around in my head before I began writing. My mind lined up a crew of sultry seductresses and domly gentlemen, and I pitched them in a mental volcano one by one.  I wrote several sketches and soon realized that I was writing for the jury and not myself. I have always been a teacher pleaser and have put aside my own creativity in favor of earning a good grade.  During the first two rounds of competition, I made note of what the jury enjoys and I felt like I could write a solid entry that would earn points. Read more