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Video HNT - Tease

Thu, 26 Aug 2010 00:19:43 -0400

See me on twitter for the password. Click on the image for the movie. If you're reading this on an iPhone or such via a Twitter app, you'll have to open the page in Safari so you can enter the username/password. If you're on Linux, you may have more luck with this link.

HNT - Kiss the Hand

Thu, 06 May 2010 13:32:46 -0400

Kiss the Hand — Photo by @TrialSinner

HNT - Back

Thu, 06 May 2010 13:32:46 -0400

Enforcing Focus & Control

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 15:28:31 -0500

It's been awhile since I've posted anything that was just straight fiction. In the intervening time, I have gotten a bit more explicit in my language and topics. Consider yourself warned. D/s, BDSM, pain and discipline follow. (But oddly, no sex.)

Master's Pet needs to focus and do her work, but she keeps thinking naughty thoughts about her Master's cock, which she is not allowed to have right now. She is far too hot and bothered; unable to focus on work. Some discipline is required.

"Slut, you tell me you need discipline to focus?"

"Yes, Master."

"Master does not have a great deal of time, but apparently you cannot deal with this yourself."

"No, Master."

"Kneel down, slut."

"Yes, Master."

She kneels forward, head against the floor, ass in the air. Dripping pussy clearly visible.

Master walks around her. She keeps her eyes on the floor.

Slap

Her breast swings from the blow. The handprint reddens and stings.

Slap

She flinches forward from the pain in her clit.

"Still, slut!"

"Yes,…

MfM - Games

Sun, 15 Nov 2009 14:42:33 -0500

The theme for this week's Microfantasy Monday is “Games”. It was inspired by something I saw during a lovely relaxing evening last night.

They say that Tic-Tac-Toe is a game that can't be won, once you understand it. I beg to differ.

The playing area was beautiful; smooth and slightly curved, with room for two games, one on either side of the delicate crevice between. The crosses had already been laid in place; long needles which wove in and out of sight to clearly delineate the area of play. In place of X's and O's, my competitor and I held short colored needles; his black, mine blue. I moved first.

I chose the corner, of course. The lower one, nearest the damp line between the game boards. A quick thrust, and my piece was in place.

The board quivered.

He blocked, the position not so delicate in appearance, but perhaps more tender.

Somewhere I heard a soft moan.

And so the game continued. It ended in a draw of course, but to entertain ourselves, we filled in the rest of the…

HNT - Hawt and Cold

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 00:13:22 -0500

I debated posting the picture that comes after this one, but…

Sex Bloggers Calendar Party

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 10:17:26 -0500

As I write this I just finished an hour and a half of consulting from my hotel room. The bane and advantage of being a consultant; it's great that I can consult remotely, but sometimes it's a pain that I have to. But hey, it paid for the hotel room.

The big news though is that I now get to shower, pack, and end off to the hotel the first phase in meeting a bunch of really great people whom I've been twittering with for over a year now, but most of whom I've never met in person. Although it's certainly the case for me that the impetus for attending was getting to see my friends, we shouldn't lose sight of the the goal of this event.

This is the release party for the New York City Sex Bloggers Calendar (and no, that link is not SFW). This is the second year of an awesome event put together by Tess and Diva, whom I first met on Twitter as @urban_gypsy and @debaucheddiva. I had the pleasure of meeting them in person a few weeks ago when I was on the first stage of a multi-week road-trip…

Wild Things

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 22:59:18 -0500

This was my July 22nd entry into @SensualStories #Journaling Game. You can see the original post on her web site. People on Twitter submit phrases, which she posts. Then anyone who feels inclined can write a short piece using one of the phrases. The stories are posted on her website for comment. Most, but not all, the stories are somewhat erotic, but it's a great writing exercise, especially if you're trying to get back into the flow of writing stories. The phrase was one I had submitted myself, “Where the wild things are is where I am most at home.”—Kim Antieau, in de Lint’s “Memory and Dream”.

Where the wild things are is where I am most at home. Amid the hills, where life is green and growing, and the morning mists withdraw to expose valleys far below. I don’t belong in the shadows of cold buildings, where green is a whisper in a sidewalk, and pigeons peck in listless preparation for rebirth as office workers at their keyboards. But not all that is wild wears fur or feathers. I…

She hadn't imagined the sound…

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 01:48:31 -0400

SensualStories runs a writing exercise on Twitter. People submit phrases (from fiction, or of their own), and anyone who wishes can pick one and incorporate it into a short piece of fiction. The pieces don't have to be erotic, although they often are. She collects them and posts them on her blog for people to comment on. It's a great way to spark your writing spirit.

This time around, I chose SensualStories' phrase submission, "She hadn't imagined the sound." There are several ways to interpret the phrase, and I have no idea which she intended; I changed my own interpretation several times while writing it.

She hadn't imagined the sound from the doorway behind her; so soft that it lingered on the edges of imagination. Chills lapped across her back and trailed down her arms. A warm spark lit at her groin, blossomed into fire, spread up and across her breasts. Just one soft sound, nearly imperceptible—the parting of lips in a blown kiss—and yet it changed her life forever. She breathed…

HNT - Guitar

Wed, 16 Sep 2009 23:41:11 -0400

Probably my most risque HNT so far. But the first shot I took came out okay, and I decided to run with it if I planned on getting any sleep tonight.

MfM - Skin

Mon, 04 May 2009 17:32:51 -0400

The theme for this week's Microfantasy Monday is "Skin". This post is inspired by the incredible hyperfocus I feel when I am playing. It isn't this analytical, in fact I can't recall any distinct thoughts at all, but it is pure concentration on creating sensation.

Heavy brush of flogger on thighs.

Opens, spreads.

Sliding touch of crop on breasts.

Quivers, goosebumps.

Loud thwack of flogger on thighs.

Flinches, reddens.

Soft touch of fur on calves.

Relaxes, loosens.

Loud snick of knife by ear.

Tenses, shivers.

Sharp line of knife point beneath nipple.

Tightens, freezes.

Quick snap of crop on pussy.

Jerks, thrusts.

Toys put away until next time.

Desire, frustration.

HNT - Knees

Thu, 30 Apr 2009 07:39:11 -0400

I seem to end up with a lot of HNT shots of my blankets.

HNT - Thumbnail

Thu, 30 Apr 2009 07:39:11 -0400

Today's Half-Naked-Thursday is just a thumbnail, and no, that's not a computer term.

HNT - Cover Peek

Thu, 23 Apr 2009 07:09:16 -0400

HNT is Half Naked Thursday, a Twitter game all in good fun. If you know me, feel free to ask for the password.

HNT – Unbuckled

Thu, 09 Apr 2009 02:17:34 -0400

HNT is Half Naked Thursday, a Twitter game all in good fun. If you know me, feel free to ask for the password.

HNT - Pockets

Wed, 01 Apr 2009 15:25:39 -0400

HNT is Half Naked Thursday, a Twitter game all in good fun. If you know me, feel free to ask for the password.

MfM - Long Distance

Mon, 30 Mar 2009 14:48:43 -0400

The theme for this week's Microfantasy Monday is "Long Distance". As usual, I'm playing fast and loose with the "micro" part of this exercise, but I'm also cheating in another way. Rather than write something original for the exercise, I decided to simply cut and paste from a chat transcript. I removed a few extraneous lines and fixed a couple typos, but otherwise I've left it alone.

If you were here, I would take a whole day to make love to you for the first time. So slow. So tender.

Describe it for me?

Describe the first time we make love?

Yes.

How can I describe a whole day?

I think it would start with a bath. Just you in the bath. Me outside, clothed. Washing you with a soft sponge. Brushing your hair.

Then I would spend along time simply kissing you. Touching you.

I would kiss your neck, your shoulders, your hair.

And then I would spend a long time just kissing your mouth. Nibbling on your lips. Thrusting my tongue inside.

I would work my way down your neck.

Pull aside the thin…

HNT - Musical Instrument

Thu, 26 Mar 2009 20:38:27 -0400

Please Come to Boston

Somehow this song came up recently on Twitter, so I picked up my travel guitar (think very small guitar with a kind of tenor guitar sound) and recorded this on my iPhone. I haven't sung the song in years, but what the heck.

A Song for Ellis

A friend was having a birthday party some years ago, and said to "bring some music." I knew what he meant, but this was more fun. I wrote and recorded this in two days. My first experiment with multi-track recording.

Old Comments

	Eithrael	Mar 27	Votes: 0
YAY for your first HNT! It didn't have to be musical instrument themed, that was just something a few of us decided to do. Let yourself be creative with your HNTs and do what you want. =] Thanks for posting & Happy HNT!
	Dragon Mage	Mar 27	Votes: 0
Cool. Nice way to fit a theme, too. ^_^

MfM - Lazy Morning

Mon, 23 Mar 2009 23:05:28 -0400

The theme for this week's Microfantasy Monday is "What’s your perfect snapshot of a lazy morning?"

The sun streamed through the windows, flowed across the room, and poured its warmth across my skin. I didn't so much waken, as slide from one dream into another; from a warm ocean of tranquility, to an even warmer ocean of sensation. The heat of the sun on my loins grew in intensity. The beams of light seemed almost liquid as they drenched my cock in waves of passion.

And then I opened my eyes in time to see you glance up at me. Your face was filled with silent mirth, and the heat of your mouth outshone the sun.

Old Comments

	Crystal	Mar 24	Votes: 0
I like it ...
	Ang	Mar 24	Votes: 0
Lovely!
	SweetSpiced	Mar 24	Votes: 0
Love the transition.
	Kyle	Mar 24	Votes: 0
excellent! the transition from sleep to consciousness captured so well
	His_d	Mar 24	Votes: 0
oh, that was REALLY good!

Microfantasy Monday - Celtic

Mon, 16 Mar 2009 12:51:44 -0400

At ten, she was working in her mother's market stall in the Punjab, when her beauty and grace caught the eye of a wealthy merchant. With the proper training, he knew she would make a lucrative addition to the harem of the great Kumaragupta, and for a small sum, she became his. He named her Khoshgeli, for her beauty, and for four years she underwent training. Never sullied, but constantly supervised by the greatest erotic masters he could find. Indeed, as knowledge of her grew, clients paid a great deal to be entertained while this slender maiden watched their every action with the rapt attention of her dark eyes. But then came the raids, and the merchant's home was destroyed in by the Hepthalites, and by the time Kumaragupta had driven the nomads back to the Steppes, Khoshgeli was gone from India.

Had she simply been captured by a warrior, she might have ended her days toiling high in the mountains, but the man who took her was a canny merchant himself, and he saw immediately the…