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Sex and Ice Cream

A day off!  For most of the day, Melanie had no idea what to do with herself.  The blonde felt lazy, bored, and horny. She paused as she stared at the clock.  She was hungry, too.  Hungry for something sweet and cold, and not too hard to get.

Finally, she pried herself from her bed and pulled on some comfortable clothes– a hoodie on top of nothing, some underwear, a miniskirt, and a pair of fun, clompy boots that had shiny buckles.  It still felt like dressing was too much work, but the nice police men hated for her to do as she liked in public. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on June 4, 2013 in Modern Fiction

 

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Narcisism Meets Nerd

Always, that lopsided smile on those thick lips, those lazy, happy eyes, and that mess of hair weakened my knees.  Far from the most masculine man, he was certainly a heart-breaker.  If only he wasn’t my son.

He looked nothing like my husband, but his resemblance to his father was also only faint.  Many people said he looked like me.  I always wondered about that.  Did that make me a narcissist instead of an incestual freak?  Not that it mattered.  Even though I hid how I felt, I was not ashamed. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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Writing Challenge: Character Alignment Horny Evil

Bored.

Zadakh was bored.

That was his only excuse, and he owned up shamelessly to Ciana, who was sent to stop him.  She was armed from the toes all the way up to her deceptively delicate ears, and her keen eyes watched as he leaned to one side and rested his elbow on the arm rest of his grand throne.  He sighed, and the air seemed to come from every corner of his chest, like one who knew only the most profound loneliness. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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Money Beds

“I’m going to end up naked, aren’t I?” Teddy rolled his eyes as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. He tossed the garment aside, and it slapped into the face of his assistant, who stood stoically for a few moments before she plucked it off herself and dropped it to the floor.

“Teddy, you missed breakfast,” she reminded him as she handed him a gooey chocolate granola bar and a wisp stick so he could brush his teeth after. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on May 10, 2013 in Modern Fiction

 

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Magical Wands

Fifty dollars arrived in a box today.  The package was seven inches wide by about fifteen inches long, perhaps a bit more.  Charles saw me grab it off the porch and tried to follow me into the bathroom to demand he should get it, because he’s Charles, and every day is Christmas in his mind.  Finally, I hid in the bathroom and used a children’s nail clipper to cut through the tape.

Inside, shitty brown paper blocked my view, so I tossed it aside.  There it was– at the bottom.  Fifty dollars of what was claimed to be a super sex toy.  It was a Hitachi Wand and a single attachment, meant for ‘deep muscle massage’. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on May 4, 2013 in Nonfiction

 

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Two Flowers

A warm touch.  A soft kiss.  The embrace was thirst-quenching for my soul.  It ended with the soft pat pat of coins landing on my bed, and his quiet footsteps leaving the room.  I opened my eyes, hopeful my ears lied.  They told me true.  He was gone.  As I closed my eyes and laid my head back down, I felt warm wetness on my lashes.  Sleep quickly found me again.

Crack!  The whip snapped against my flesh and I howled with an open throat.  My voice echoed back at me from the paneled walls.  I had no time to prepare as it struck me again, across the buttox.  A scream tore from me, and he allowed me to rest while he left, supposedly to get a drink.  Time passed slowly as I waited without a word.  The ache of my legs held apart and my hands tied above my head began to grow from dull to a fire across my shoulders and calves.  I called his name as I spotted the light of morning through the tiny window, but he did not come. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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In the Shadow of the Colosseum (Part III)

Continued from In the Shadow of the Colosseum (Part II).

We managed to arrive in one piece.  Ctephen’s relief seemed silly to me.  There was no hardship along the way, save that it took so long to arrive.  Instead of going to an inn, he went straight to the recruitment office, where he was turned down immediately.  They did, however, offer to recruit me.  I laughed at them.

“You don’t understand.  I was told to come by a Father, to atone for a sin in IL’s house.  He sent me north to join with a grand host.” He looked so confused. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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