She was old enough that coming home for the summer seemed like a silly idea. Especially since none of her siblings where home and it meant she’d have to spend it with her mother and step-father. Her step-father. Lani gripped the steering wheel as she sat in the driveway of the ranch style house that …
Greetings and salutations. Welcome to that weekly post where I (and other similarly minded kinksters) scour the net to bring you Posts of note. Kayla Lords Sensation is My Muse This captures what I want people to feel when they read my reading. I want it to move you, touch you, arouse you. Just as …
Day 28: 760 words – He watched her use her jumper to clean her glasses for the second time that evening. The first he let slide as they were busy with meal preparations and he could tell it was an absent minded gesture. The second time he saw her do it, he deliberately sat the …
Day 27: 545 words and a touch of taboo – Her line of work made certain bodily functions a part of life. She’d cleaned more blood, vomit, feces, spit, snot, and urine in her lengthy career than most people produced in their lifetime. It required a steel stomach and a general nonchalantness she possessed in …
Day 36: 865 words. Prompt was about the why of tasks – “You’re making this harder than it needs to be, kitten.” She slumped down on the couch, the computer hanging precariously on the edge of her leg. Of course she was making it harder than was necessary, but she couldn’t seem to get her …
Day 24: 1100 words – Running. Her long legs pumped hard as she raced through the darkened woods. She barely felt the burn in her thighs and calves, her mind so intent upon making it to safety. The heavy thud of feet trailed her, growing louder even as she put more speed behind her steps. …
Day 22: 880 words. – The barking of wild dogs scared her from her sleep. She bolted upright, the sound so close it felt like they were right beside the tent. What kind of animals lived out here? She regretted not doing more research before coming all this way. Staying in a tent in the …
Day 17: 540 words. Spider and Chronicle – “Sanctimus Faniumi.” Warwick waved his hands over the book and watched the words glow. “Prisim Prisemi Protis Protsi.” The words rose, hovered inches from the page before bursting into a million pieces. He blew a big breath over the book and the glitter dissipated. Warwick’s face …
Extra post: 525 words – Washed up. Those words were burned into her mind’s eye, the only thing she could truly remember from the critic’s corner section of the newspaper. It served no purpose dwelling on it, but her hand sought out the article without thought. She pulled the paper close, griping the sherry glass …
Day 15: 842 words. Was inspired by someone I know. – She was walking in a fog, had been for the last four days. No amount of coaching and talking could change the way she felt since he’d left. That morning replayed over and over. “I love him, Claire.” His handsome face seemed more lined …