I’m Kinda Sorta Back… I Think

Sometimes, life comes at you hard.

It was never my intention to stop writing on this blog for this long. I mean, I knew things were getting crazy in my life and I needed to take some time to sort things out but I never expected to have this long of a hiatus. Each time I wrote a new entry of a new story, right as I was about to post it, LIFE WOULD HAPPEN.

Now, not all of this was bad. Actually, a lot of it was great but the amount of time it took to make sure these task were done with the skill that they needed left me with little to no free time.

That’s the blessing and curse of working in several different creative avenues. Getting swamped with one project while you’re trying to revamp another leaves you with two choices; cut some things out or stop sleeping. Well, I had to cut some things out, revamp, and find a way to get back to what I love to do, which is writing.

Right now, I’m not going to focus on the bad things. There’s no need to and now that I’m on the other side, I’m still not ready to process everything that happened. There was a lot of personal loss. Mentors, friends, family… it was one of those times where usually I could bury myself in my writing and allow the pain to flow through my fingers but work called and that… well, let’s just say was hit or miss. There was a major shift that took a lot of planning to get to the point where I could survive on a day-to-day basis. Once I tacked that, the workflow hit hard.

However, whenever you work in a creative environment with people who aren’t creative, when it comes to paying you for you work, the seem to feel that what you did for them wasn’t worth the price on your invoices. I still have some outstanding payments that I doubt I’ll ever be able to reclaim. The amount of time and energy I would expend to take these people to small claims court to force them to eventually pay me to began to drain me. So, I put it in the hands of the universe, allowed my focus to switch from the anger I felt from not getting jobs to procuring more work, and things just recently started to pan out for the better.

There were things that I needed in order to keep moving forward, a newer laptop that could handle the new workload of creative freelance jobs I was getting was a necessity. Of course when the universe grants you a blessing, it reminds you who is really in control.

When I was a few weeks away from having everything in place to get this new laptop, my desktop decided to die. Well, not die but it definitely when from working properly to being thrown into ICU. Random shut downs in the middle of rendering projects, the black screen of death was always a fear whenever I had the computer on for too long and yet, it gave me just enough time to complete my tasks in order to get to where I am right now.

That place being the ability to get back to this blog on a regular basis.

Well, maybe not regular just yet but I have no excuse to not drop a post at least once a week.

Now, that was the work I was doing for other people that was causing havoc in my life. However, in doing that, my need to create sexy stories started filtering into my other work by force and in an unexpected way, those people who projected themselves to be ‘sex positive’ proved me wrong time after time.

Of course I watered things down a bit for a more general audience, but the payoff was way beyond what I expected. Where I expected people to run away from my work, the embraced it and now I can see how to incorporate what I was doing here to what I do out there and the balance is what had taken me away much longer than what I expected.

So, I’m kinda, sorta back for the time being. I have a lot of stuff I wrote by hand that I have to type up in the next few days and get back to posting blog entries. My brain has been in an erotica overdrive and some of the ideas and concepts that have been shooting out of my head between 2-5am have come from a place of truth and exhaustion and I can’t wait until I have them typed up so I can share them with you.

For those of you that have stayed around thanks a lot. Reading you’re post have helped me get back and I think, I might stay around for a while longer this time.

Tantalizing Tuesdays -Molded Memories

Happy Tuesday!

I don’t know where this came from but I’ve been trying to allow my mind to go where it wants to a lot more than usual. So, here’s my teaser for this last Tuesday in May.

May 31(Tomerzo)
Tomerzo.tumblr.com (Bad Girl)

The sound of his name flooded my body with lust but knowing I’d see him again drowned me with worry. It wasn’t my intention to hide this from my husband but I thought I’d see Vincent again after that last fuck.

If I’d known he’d take this city by storm as an upcoming senator, I might have rethought my decision. The established trust fund baby who I could control or the struggling law student that left my pussy sweltering? I never let him know my decision. I didn’t want that pressure on my goodbye fuck. I told him I was moving back to Colorado after I graduated because I couldn’t afford to live in Manhattan.

Five years later I’m back here looking at an invitation to a fundraiser with Vincent’s name on it, paid for by my husband who says stupid shit like ‘he’s a credit to his race’.

He has no idea there isn’t an orifice of mine the budding political superstar hasn’t filled.

And I can’t guarantee that it won’t happen again.

I pulled out my trusted friend. I dildo I made from a mold of his cock, praying I can make it without too much temptation, tomorrow night.

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Tantalizing Tuesdays – The Book of Knowledge

It’s Tuesday again and this time, I decided to stretch myself a bit.

I don’t write a lot of paranormal erotica. There are a few short stories that I’ve attempted in the past but for some reason, I never continued to write them beyond doing so at my pleasure.

However, once I saw this picture there was only one way to go with this teaser in my mind so I hope you enjoy my venture into this genre.

May 23
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His lips trembled as he fought off temptation. The visions of hellfire and eternal damnation etched into his brain from years of seminary study appeared weak against her naked flesh. The only image that dampened his lust flooded his mind from the book of Genesis.

“Are you gonna fuck me or what, Danny?”

The dripping sweat from his brow seared his cheek. He’d been warned about her. Those rumors seemed too good to be true but Danny tempted fate. He glared at his cock, shiny with her saliva, trying to convince himself that he hadn’t sinned yet.

“If you truly believe then you know you’ll be forgiven, right?”

“Are you questioning my faith?”

“No. I know you are. Boys do that. Men who believe don’t waver.”
She opened her legs and chuckled. The hollow sound stabbed Danny’s resolve. He lurched forward, his hand tight around her throat, and plowed his cock deep into the depths of her cunt.

That’s when he felt it.


The muscles of the serpent’s mouth constricted around his cock.

“Not even close, boy. You need to study more. Now, feed my pet. We need more weak souls like yours in order to win this battle.”

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Tantalizing Tuesdays – The Beginning

I’m not sure if this is the start of something bigger or just a tease but I’ve had this image in mind to use for a while so I finally got around to it.

So, you know the deal by now. One image, 200 words, and a few of my fellow writers sharing their teasers with you today.

So, have a wonderful Tuesday. Now, on to my teaser.

May 17
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I’d stuffed every orifice Jamison had at his request. His body trembled in anticipation but what he was about to witness had little to do with him. This was my true nature but telling him that might break his spirit. I wanted to break his body first.

Drool streamed around the ball gag. A bright crimson made even more dynamic against the chocolate skin of his face and each echo from my heels against the hard floor forced his mouth to stream.

I removed the blindfold with a flourish. He violently coughed at the site of my naked body and swallowed hard as his eyes locked on my bare pussy.

“I really love this outfit.”

I posed on the floor. My eyes calculated where to strike first. When I spotted his cock flinch against the stainless steel of the cock cage, I had my target. He noticed where my eyes where focused. His body tensed, and with a flick of my wrist I sent a flash of leather against his metal constraint.

He made a horrific sound. That gave me comfort and I knew he was willing to accept his fate when Jamison mumbled ‘Thank you’ around the ball gag.

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Tantalizing Tuesdays – Adult Education

My brain is almost back to where it needs to be. Almost…

However, it’s Tuesday so it’s time or another Tantalizing Tuesdays Teaser. 200 words, one image, and a few of my writing friends sharing their work with you today.


“Didn’t I tell you? Ahmed’s father has him this weekend.”

The glint in her eyes told me this wasn’t a mistake. Her sheer bathrobe echoed her intent. Every nerve in my body shouted this was wrong but that still didn’t stop me from accepting her invitation to come inside.

“I have something to show you.”

The sway of her hips let me into this kitchen. A report card was fixed to the refrigerator with a magnet and there was the A in English Zareen had paid me to help him achieve.

“How could I ever repay you for this?”

Her red silk robe cascaded to the floor. Her golden skin was as naked as my desire, and before I could  think about declining her offer, Zareen’s fingers dug into the hardness of my cock.

“You like?”

I dropped my pants in response. Her mouth engulfed my acceptance and I reminded myself there was no rule against fucking my tutoring students single mothers. Every glance she’d given me, each tease of her hair when she walked me to the front door after my session culminated in this moment and the tightness of her cunt was all the reward I truly desired.

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Tantalizing Tuesdays – A Taste of Ghana

It’s been a while but rather than explain the details of my absence, I just want to jump back into this full force.

One image, 200 words, and a few of my writing friends sharing their work with you today.

So, here’s my first tease for the month of May.


I aimed each lick at the soft pink of her cowry shell, encased in a deep mahogany that brought me closer to her. The moonlight captured in the droplets of sweat seemed to shine brighter against her skin. I wanted to stay but the duties of my mission where completed. This treat I reserved for my final night. No amount of prayer would relinquish me from the weight of my sins nor would I want it to.

Her hips floated inches above the thin mattress. Her legs trembled with each lap of my tongue. Then a thunderous crash of the ocean against the sand outside my bungalow sprayed my cheeks with a saline dew from the power, or so I thought, until I opened my eyes and realized it was… her.

“If my father finds out…”

I launched my body upward and stopped her words with a kiss. Death wasn’t what I wanted to think about right now. If his foot soldiers discovered us I knew that would be my fate. I inched the head of my cock to where my mouth had just been and with a gentle thrust of my hips earned the right to die for her.

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Elust #80


Photo courtesy of Penny’s Dirty Thoughts

Welcome to Elust #80

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #81 Start with the rules, come back April 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Something Meaningful
The debate goes on

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

No Take Backsies: Sexual “Politeness”
THE Process

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*

He’s not a Tumblr Dom
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Erotic Non-Fiction

She Strips The Boundaries Away The Black Bra
He enjoyed Playing with My Shoes
One… two… ménage à trois!
Doing Mt. Shasta
What’s Behind that First Strike…
How To Top Off Valentine Weekend Lovemaking
Watching Cunnilingus
Scened All Night
Spoiled in the Sun
The Tennent
01/14 Session With Mistress Claire & Others
THREESOME HEAVEN – extreme sensations
The neighbours don’t learn my name

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

I Don’t Date on the First Sex
Meat market

Erotic Fiction

Who’s the Boss? (She is)
A Little Distraction
Let Me Share
Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies…
a bit of filth
Original Sin

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

My Day of Punishments Part 1
Filthy girl
Kink Without Sex: What Happens After Orgasms
Dominant roots
Using Our D/s to Get Through Stress

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

First Times
The number of the beast…
Sometimes Love is Not a Pie
Looking deep through reflection
Pussy Pics
So I Was Thinking


A Night with Zombies – Cinema l’Amour


Original Sin


The air trapped in my lungs was painful as the squeeze of her thighs against my ears muffled her prayers. My physical discomfort was nothing in comparison to her spiritual turmoil. At least, that’s what Allison told me numerous times and still we somehow found ourselves locked in this constant struggle. She weaved her trembling fingers through my thick hair before yanking my head up, forcing me to look at her, but not far enough to lift my lips from her clit. Her forehead was filled with anguish. I struggled to pull my lips away but Allison locked her ankles around my waist.

“Why are you making me do this?”

The reflection of the gold letters embossed on the black leather of her bible placed carefully on my nightstand stung my eyes. She placed it there on purpose. This was a reminder of what she’d allowed me to do to her, forgetting she’d succumbed to her urgent desires despite my protests. Now, she expected me to take the full burden of her guilt but this gaze into her soul hid my turmoil. I wanted out but her essence was so intoxicating I ignored all the signs of impending doom.

The urge to look away consumed me but a desperate whimper of unmitigated lust brought my eyes back to her face. My tongue glided inside her pussy, forcing her to release the vice her thighs had created on my head. My ears stung from the pressure of her thighs as she yanked my head away, glaring at me as if she were daring me to continue. The next moment was in my hands. She dripped from my lips, nourishing my need to take her, and yet fully understanding the delicate balancing act I had to perform at this moment.

The silence was unsettling. As much as I wanted to lick my lips and draw her deeper into my being, I didn’t dare. I needed her to submit to her desires first or I would be lost forever knowing that the sinner she viewed me to be was weak. Her stare grew more daring by the second, almost to the point of rebellion and I tilted my head down. Focusing on her glistening pussy I knew, until my intrusion, no other man had touched her there. Where lust should’ve been the motivating factor to continue, responsibility clouded my desire. I positioned my body to stand, knowing any motion not to continue would be interpreted as rejection and felt the strength of her grip on the back of my neck. Her tongue pierced between my lips and quickly became serpentine.

The innocence she once possessed was gone. She was now fueled by her physical need not to remain a virgin by her thirtieth birthday. Others had tried and failed but this was no victory for me. This was about timing. A mutual friend, one that I had carnal knowledge of, planted the seed in Allison’s head and allowed it fester. I was just a cock for hire to perform the dirty deed. This was a one and done experience but I lost focus on my task and found myself disoriented in the clarity of her need. There was no pretense, no gimmicks or social platitudes involved. This wasn’t some curious girl filled with uncontrolled desire but a woman focused on a singular goal and my cock was the solution to her problem. Who I was didn’t matter as much as my willingness to fill her need. I completed that task over a month ago, and even though I’ve done this before, with Allison I found it impossible to let go and I knew there was a part of me deep down that didn’t want to.

“Fuck me hard,” she creaked barely above a whisper and attempted to pull me into her.

“No,” I muttered and I pulled my hips back just out of her reach.

She chuckled in defiance knowing all too well it was going to happen. It always happened and no amount of protesting I delivered would stop her. Allison tightened her grip on my neck, pulling my flush to her body to the point it felt like she was choking me.

“You know how much I want it.” Her voice raised a third of an octave. Then she nibbled my earlobe but her word choice struck me. Allison never said she needed me. The word she chose was it as if the rest of me didn’t matter. That was the trap. It always felt like an innocent choice of wording but it was deliberate. I glanced back over at her bible. The gold letter was now assaulting my conscious imprinting the weight of who she truly was into my soul and I found myself praying for the strength not to do this again. Soon, I was struggling for breath. I dug my fingers into the mattress in an attempt to break free. Then, she bit my ear, sending a surge of pain through my head that washed away any effect the good book had instilled in me. Now, my urge to breathe was primal. As I tensed my muscles to break free the unwrapped her arms, leaving me exposed long enough for the to grab my cock and drive myself into her.

“Oh, God!”

The words shot out of Allison’s mouth and she slapped her hand over her lips just as quick before tilting her head towards her bible. Her legs remained prone as I felt her guilt wrap around my body from the depth of my cock inside her.

“Why are you making me do this, Dennis?” she whined.

Now, I was determined not to go through with this and fought through the seamless lock of her pussy around my cock. I withdrew myself slowly, allowing myself to feel every slick inch of my extraction until I was moments away from escaping her grasps only to have Allison lock her ankles around my waist again.

“Did I tell you to stop? It’s too late for that. You’ve already ruined me.”

The grit in her eyes offset her smirk. In that moment of my confusion, Allison used her legs to throw myself back into her deep and held me there until I willingly thrust myself into her. Her body tensed as she pulled my head down to kiss me, and then moved her lips to my ear.

“Flee from sexual immorality. Every other sin a person commits is outside the body, but the sexually immoral person sins against his own body,” she whispered. “What book does that come from Dennis?”

“How the fuck should I know?”

“Think about it. We’ve gone over this before.”

I throbbed inside her knowing if I got this wrong she might stop. I could end her quest to convert me this way but instead, I saw the passage float in front of my face.

“First Corinthians. Chapter 6, verse 18.”

“Very good, Dennis. Now, you know what you have to do, don’t you?”

I nodded realizing Allison had just given me permission to take her. I’d freed her from succumbing to her lust and all I could do to honor that was to take this sin to its full completion.

Tantalizing Tuesdays – The Cure

It’s time for another 200 words, one image teaser.

This month I’ve been cleaning up my external hard drives and finding work that I started but couldn’t see how to push some of these stories through. Then I discovered they could all be part of a much larger piece.

Today’s teaser is about two minor characters who are linked to a major event in a much larger story but I think these two might deserve a short story series of their own.

Let me know what you think?

When his famous brother’s murder hit the news there was no place Derek could mourn in peace. That kind smile which graced his face was now replaced by a haunted gaze. He lived a few doors from my apartment and with his face now in the news, his privacy was destroyed. A quiet dinner at my place might be just the thing he needed to relieve his pain and I soon found the cure for his sadness in the back of my throat.

As I swallowed his thickness a sound exploded from his mouth that was far away from dread. My mouth to sublimated his sorrow. I felt his pain escape his body with each brutal thrust and my pussy was next to ease away his grief but the guilt from enjoying his desperate fucking overcame me so I presented my ass to assuage my liability, allowing him to flood my asshole until I came.

At first, I thought it might have been a dream until he exited my bathroom with a green towel wrapped around his waist. I yanked him down on the bed, pulled apart the towel, and gave him a reason to never loose that smile again.


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