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




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.


“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.






The Spoils of War #EuphOff

The Spoils of War #EuphOff

Writing is one of my greatest joys, and I stumbled across this wonderfully naughty contest on Twitter.  I couldn’t resist. The Other Livvy tasked the writing world with creating a bad erotica piece full of cliche and naughty groan worthy phrases.  There was a 500 word limit, and I had to include the phrase “semi-moist treat stick.”  Please enjoy my steamy hot story about a beautiful VaIkyrie and a mortal soldier.  I hope it inspires laughs and wiggles in your pants!  (It helps if you read it out loud in your sexiest voice.)


The Spoils of War

The Valkyrie, Herja, dragged her latest hero into the light to prepare his body for the trip to Valhalla. He was a young soldier who fought fiercely and died protecting a child from an errant spear.  He deserved the honor of living in the hall of Odin.

Herja began stripping his armor.  A spark between them made her draw away from his body.  She had prepared hundreds of warriors for Valhalla and never felt a fire fill her body from an initial touch.  Her loins twitched in longing and a wet heat slicked her thighs. She sighed, pushed this thought out of her head, and continued her work.  She peeled off his tunic like a theater curtain parting and admired the show of raw masculinity she revealed. Her healing hand ran over his broad chest erasing the battle wounds.  She thought about spreading a picnic blanket over his ripped pectoral muscles and having a light snack amongst the musk scented curls of his manliness.

She brushed his dark hair from his forehead and enjoyed the soft tendrils slipping through her fingers like satin ribbons.  His lips were pale with death but still looked like supple fruits waiting to be picked. She noticed a stain of blood on his upper thigh.  Herja needed his body fully healed before they could make the trip to the afterlife. She eased his pants down and noted the thick sleeping meat-lion that lulled between his thighs.  She touched it lightly, shivered with pleasure, and then erased the puncture wound on his leg. He was ready for the journey.

His eyes were closed in death, and she bent to offer her kiss of life.  Their lips met and his eyes fluttered open. Herja was startled. Electricity crackled between them.  She noticed that his flaccid love muscle twitched as he looked at her heaving lady-mounds sheathed in armor.  Herja kissed him again and the flame of passion consumed them like a tsunami wave. She wanted to make this mortal her own.  Herja snapped her fingers and the two were transported to her room in Valhalla.

Herja stood and removed her armor to reveal her womanly form.  Her porcelain skin shone, and he drank in her resplendent beauty.  She bent to lick a pearl of his emerging seed from the tip of his now turgid skin flute.  Herja couldn’t restrain herself any longer and opened her honey cave to swallow his now semi-moist treat stick.  A thunderous boom rang out from the heavens as she unleashed an unearthly moan. They pushed towards zenith. Herja felt her love button swell against his crotch as she ravaged his lips with kisses.  She envisioned riding pegasus across the sky as orgasm consumed her body. This triggered her partner to unleash a strand of gentleman’s pearls deep in her womb. She collapsed, spent, on top of her lover as he held her in euphoric bliss.  She would keep this fallen soldier. He would be her prize for all eternity.

via EuphOff 2018: The Semi-Moist Treat Stick Edition

Thigh School

Thigh School

IMG_5232This story was written for Mischa Eliot’s writing homework fun.  She is the bomb diggity.

Katy was thankful that it was finally fall break.  She had four full days to unwind and get organized for the next teaching term.  She had accepted the Visual Arts Specialist position in July with a happy heart, and while she enjoyed the students and faculty, her new principal was a micromanaging beast that overshadowed her experience.  Dr. Spice demanded lesson plans reviews daily and often popped by her classroom just to find ways to critique her.  She hated going to her mailbox and seeing the bright yellow post-it notes he left that detailed what she was doing wrong.  Reading his notes left her feeling demoralized and frustrated.  

She slept in on her first day of freedom and woke past noon.  She stretched out in her bed and smiled.  A good night’s sleep was the perfect remedy for her stress and worries.  She planned on eating cold pizza for breakfast and then spend the day organizing her notes to prepare for the next few months of school.  She wound her long auburn hair into a bun and began getting her things ready for a day of preparation and planning.  Katy thunked the pizza box on the table and turned her laptop on to get to work.  She had collected all of the post-it notes from Dr. Spice and began to correct and change her curriculum maps and lesson plans to better reflect his pedagogy ideals.  She pulled up her school’s website and started to enter her password.  It didn’t work.  She tried again and she again got an error message.  She then remembered a memo she got mid-week about changing passwords for security reasons.  She had changed hers between classes and saved it to her school computer.  She cussed as she realized that if she wanted to complete her work, she would have to go to school.  She quickly showered and started to get dressed.   She knew that she had a quick Tinder coffee date for that afternoon that would probably lead to an evening of wanton debauchery.  Katy was passionate about teaching, but her true love was sex. She had a parade of men in her life that would boggle most vanilla minds. She decided that she wouldn’t have time to come back home after working at school so she put some extra time in her hair and makeup and slipped on a flirty dress and heels.   Her lace adorned cleavage spilled out of the top of the dress and the skirt flashed peeks of her thigh high stockings.  She would never wear such an outfit to school normally, but she wanted to look hot for her date.

Katy arrived at school and noticed that she was the only car in the parking lot.  She hurriedly gathered her belongings and went to unlock the school.  Dr. Spice gave all the faculty a key to the building and Katy fumbled with the key ring that he issued.  It was a little tassel looking thing that had two pom poms attached to it in the their school colors of purple and silver.  The ring held two keys, but only one opened the building.  Katy always forgot to ask what the other key opened.  

The building was dark and her classroom was in the far corner of the school.  Her high heels echoed in the hallway and Katy had a shiver run up her spine as she felt empty building press around her.  Her classroom was neat and orderly.  She worked her ass off to keep it that way as Dr. Spice hated clutter.  She was the ART teacher and it was supposed to be messy in her room to feed creativity, but she feared Dr. Spice’s rough voice and piercing eyes.  Her computer booted up easily and Katy settled in to work.  She slipped off her heels and propped her feet up on her desk as she hummed and edited documents.  She let an errant finger casually trace her slit as she thought about timelines and lesson plans.  She allowed herself to moan softly as she probed and stroked her clit.  She could skirt along the edge of orgasm for hours playing this way. She loved the control that she had over her body and the final release was always so much better if she teased herself.  

She finally finished with her work a few hours later and was throbbing for her date.  She needed to be fucked hard after putting in all these extra hours and a random Tinder date seemed perfect.  She licked her naughty finger clean and then rubbed her temples and Dr. Spice clouded her thoughts. She hated him.  Once she allowed this thought to occur, the feeling welled up inside of her and she felt the need to take action and create something to express her angst.  She was a passionate artist.  She had works in almost every coffee shop in town under a fake name, Pumpkin Scarlett.  She mostly painted delicate nude studies of herself and she loved the secret exhibitionism aspect of her work.  Walking into a coffee shop where her hips and legs hung over her table made her feel so incredibly sexy.  She decided that she would make a little mess in the principal’s office.

Katy took the short cut through the lecture hall and went into the back of Dr. Spice’s office.  It reeked of cinnamon pine cones and air freshener.  She propped the door open to air the place out and began to look for his cache of post it notes.  She was going to cover every square inch of his room in the stupid yellow squares.  She began her search and looked in his desk drawers.  They were full of files and the regular office supply stuff.  She knew he had to have boxes of notes somewhere, but they weren’t in the usual locations.  There was one closet in the room, but it looked very shallow.  She opened the door and found cases of the yellow notes. She moved the boxes out of the closet and was getting ready to work on her revenge, but something caught her eye.  Behind the boxes was a door marked “Faculty Lounge.”  

She tried the doorknob, but it was locked.  She shrugged and began to open the tiny packages of notes.  She moved her purse on top of Dr. Spice’s desk and she accidentally dropped it; spilling the contents. Her keys tinkled as they hit the wood and she noticed the second key on the ring.  Curiosity got the best of her and she decided to try it in the locked secret door.  

The key clicked the door unlocked and it opened easily.  Katy reached for a light switch and illuminated a short hallway.  She started to explore, but she heard someone approaching the room.  She quickly shut the closet doors and scooted under Mr. Spice’s desk.  

“Who propped the office door open?  What’s all this mess?”

Katy recognized the voice of their head of maintenance, Ms. Coco.  She was a crisp woman who was dramatically beautiful and thorough in keeping their school in top condition.  She ran a crew janitors who were efficient and seemed very content in their work.  She was pushing something into the office and whatever it was landed on the floor with a squishy thud.  

Katy peered out from under the desk to investigate and was shocked to be eyeball to eyeball with Dr. Spice.  She jumped and banged her head on the desk.  Ms. Coco heard the sound and soon Katy was being pulled to her feet by the formidable woman. Her eyes grew wide when she saw her outfit.  Ms. Coco was in a tight leather corset  that hugged every curve of her body.  The laces strained against her full supple breasts, and Katy’s mouth went dry.  She was wearing black leather boots and fishnet stockings similar to the ones that showed from under Katy’s dress.  Ms. Coco was hot.  

Dr.  Spice was on the floor with his arms bound behind him and a ball gag in his mouth.  He looked away when Katy glanced at him.  He was wearing his usual business suit and tie and he had an enormous erection.  Ms. Coco placed her boot right on his cock and pressed hard.  He groaned, but did not move away.  

“You’re the new art teacher.  I’ve seen your paintings around town.  I would know those boobs anywhere, ” Ms. Coco said, “Hmmm. I think you will do nicely.”  Ms. Coco drew her finger along Katy’s jawline as she admired the young teacher, and Katy felt her panties get soaked. 

“What’s going on here?” Katy stammered as she shook herself free from Ms. Coco’s hungry gaze.  “Are you ok, Dr. Spice?”  

“The worm is just fine.  Has he been giving you trouble?  He has a taste for young teachers and tends to be a big growly bear to them.  He needs to learn his lesson and play nice.  Right, worm?”  She pressed with her boot again and Dr. Spice nodded as he cried out in pain.  “Now you, my dear, would be a welcome addition to our Faculty Lounge. You may leave now, or I can teach you how to really treat administration.”  

Katy had played mostly submissive roles in her sexual explorations, but this woman was obviously a Domme.  The power that emanated from this woman was profound and Katy was hooked.  She wanted to learn.  

“I would love to learn,” Katy responded.  Ms. Coco smiled and took Katy’s hand.  She placed the end of the rope that was binding Dr. Spice’s arms in Katy’s hands.  

“First, we have to prepare the worm,”  Ms. Coco sneered at Dr. Spice, “Get up.  You are making us wait.”  

Katy pulled the rope to help Dr. Spice to his feet. Her anger towards him bubbled to the surface.    “You’re an asshole,” Katy spat out, “You made my life miserable with your constant criticism.”  Dr. Spice hung his head, but his dick pulsed obviously in his pants.    Katy felt the emotion drain from her body and it was replaced by a touch of pity and something exciting. Dr. Spice continued to look at the floor.  

Ms. Coco pulled his chin up with a perfectly manicured hand, “This talented young lady is now one of US.  Do you understand, worm?”  

Dr. Spice nodded and a strand of drool dripped from the edge of the ball gag.  Katy and Ms. Coco led the trussed up worm down the hallway behind the “Faculty Room”door.  

From then on, the only yellow post it messages Katy received said simply, “My office, please, Mistress.”