For the record…

I have not been totally idle. I’ve been editing Buster’s Story in order to refresh my mind on what to write next. Yes, a new shifter story. In fact, I woke today with the first chapter worked out in my head.

I know that I still need to finish Twisted Delights. 

I’m also reorganizing my life after the chaos of the last few weeks. On top of everything else, I may lose my house. Long story, and I won’t go into it here. If you really want to know, you can email me. 



He curled up behind Lynne, his right leg over her left, pinning her foot. Her right leg was pulled up, and her ass exposed as he ran his hand up under her nightie. He rested his hand just under her breast as they fell asleep.

Lynne dreamed that something kept poking her ass. She tried to get away, but was held down. Then she woke, to find that it was Quin, and while he was asleep, his cock wasn’t. She smiled, and reached her hand down between them, found his cock and guided it between her thighs. As Quin’s cock grazed her damp pussy, she moaned and pushed against it. It had been a rough few weeks with little time for play.

Quin dreamed that he was making love to Lynne. He felt his cock drive into her and gripped her hips. As he slid in, the sensations overwhelmed him. He shuddered with pleasure. Then he too woke.

“Hi stranger.”

“Well, isn’t this lovely?”

“Only if you don’t stop.”

Quin laughed slightly and rose up on his knees. Moving Lynne’s right leg up higher, he slid into her pussy. One hang gripped her ass, the other her knee. He stroked slowly at first, but need sped his actions.

“Oh yes!” Lynne gasped between thrusts. She pulled her knee to her chest as she lay on her side, to let him thrust deeper.

Quin’s thrusts increased until their skin slapped together in a staccato beat accompanied by Lynne’s gasps and moans. The heat of orgasm boiled up from his toes. He growled in pleasure as his orgasm exploded deep inside Lynne.

Lynne moaned as she felt him go off. Her own orgasm was so close. So close. She thrust against him in need. He realized this through the fog of pleasure and held himself deep inside as his fingers flicked over her clit. It didn’t take much until she too bucked and spasmed in orgasm. He delighted in making her cry out multiple times, until she seemed to melt into the bed.

Quin snuggled up behind Lynne as they curled up in bed once more. His arm was around her waist, and his right let over hers, pinning her foot to the bed. They fell asleep in sticky splendor.

Flash Fiction Friday

Advizor has pulled the plug. An exercise that I have participated in for 5 years is now fading softly into the night.  RIP. Probably a good thing, as I don’t feel much like writing at the moment.

Slip softly into the night ahead of Terry Pratchett, and keep the light on for my aunt, who is hovering on the edge.


Between Acts

Or what happens when sex is not high on the list of extra curricular activities…

“Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Bathroom.” She moved slowly towards the door and out of the room.

Quin shook his head. He’d been worried at how sick Lynne had been, but seeing her move about was a good thing. Not that he’d let her know. It was hard enough to keep her in bed as it was. When the door opened, he turned back to his computer. He’d been ill first, and while he was still weak, there was no way he’d let on just how he felt. Otherwise, she’d be up and trying to do for both of them.

“Back in bed.”

“I need to sit up for a bit. I’m sore from sleeping for the last two days.”

“Sit in bed.”

“Chair. I want tea.”

He laughed. She smiled weakly as she held onto the end of the bed. “Bed, and I’ll make the tea.” He stood up and shooed her back into bed.

When he came back with the tea, she was perched on the end of the bed next to his desk. “Here you go.”

Lynne took the cup and felt like she’d had a victory. He hadn’t made her crawl back into bed. She smiled as she sipped her tea.

“Feeling better?”

“Yes. Not really hungry, but at least I can stay awake for fifteen minutes.”

“We’ll see.”

“I am going to stay up and read. Sherlock and Mary are just about to catch the murderer.”

Quin rolled his eyes. “You need to sleep.”

“I’ve been sleeping. You had this, and you’re not sleeping!” There was almost a whine in Lynne’s voice.

Secretly, Quin was glad she was being feisty. It meant she was healing. Outwardly, he looked at her and flipped her the finger.

She laughed. “Alright, now.”


“You said “Fuck you”, and I’m calling you on it. On the bed now. Let’s have sex.” She barely kept a straight face long enough to get the words out.

Quin laughed. “Oh yeah? You’d last five seconds, run out of energy and choke on my cock as you fell asleep.”

“Would not!”

“Oh yes you would. ‘Lynne died of asphxiation because she couldn’t wait to get over her cold before having sex’.” Quin made quote marks in the air. Both of them were laughing hard, and Lynne was doing her best to catch her breath.

“Yeah, like you’d be able to go more than a few strokes.”

“I wasn’t talking about me.” He grinned. “You were the one who started this.”

“No, you were the one who started this.” She gave him the finger and they both kept on laughing.

Ten minutes later, she was back in bed, trying to read her book and failing miserably. The book fell twice before she gave up. Handing book and reading glasses to Quin, she curled up under the covers.

Some time later, she woke to feel Quin’s hands on her back. It felt good, and she moved closer. He hadn’t bothered with pajamas, and his skin felt nice against hers.

“Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.”


“No, this is not about sex, just massage. Your back is still all tight from being ill.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to?” She was teasing him.

He swatted her lightly on the ass. “No. Neither one of us would last long enough to actually orgasm, and you know it. When we are over this, I promise you a long day in bed.”

“Okay.” She relaxed into his massage and was soon fast asleep.

Flash Fiction Friday Stormtroopers


Applause washed over them, as the Star Wars theme ended. “Bobbie Fet” was the first one to turn and head backstage. The five “Storm troopers” followed her. Behind them they could hear the stage hands collecting costumes and fighting over one of the masks with a fan.

“I hear that damn music in my sleep!”

“Me too. I’m sick of it. Can’t they figure out a new strip routine for us?”

“I’m afraid we’re gonna be stuck with this one until the movie comes out.”

“My fucking boyfriend hums the damn song as he’s goin’ down on me!”

Bobbie laughed. “At least you’re lovers don’t want you to wear your mask during sex.”


She nodded.

“Couldn’t breath in the damn thing!”



Bobbie zipped up her jeans, grabbed the helmet and stuffed it in her bag. “See ya tomorrow”.

Outside, she headed towards her other job. She slipped in the back and into her ‘outfit’, complete with the helmet. She grabbed her whip, a faux laser and headed down the hall. She opened the door and greeted “Han Solo” kneeling on the floor.

“Solo, now you are mine.”

“Buzz off Fet!”

The whip cracked, and the excitement began.


Our assignment was:

This week’s Flash Fiction Challenge is a little bit different.
Your goal – Describe what happens in the next 5 minutes.
Star Wars references optional
Word Limit: 200

I did more than just the next five minutes, but hope you enjoyed. I had to write quick, as Wolf is still being ‘Nursey’. In my defense, I only took two naps today! For the record, this virus sucks!


I’m ill. A virus has nailed me but good. This is day 2.5, and I still feel like dreck. Wolf let me have the tablet long enough to write a note. I tried to sit at the computer proper…  yeah, like that worked. Not.

So, part 13 of our curret adventure will be a little delayed. Now back to bed as I’m exhasted by five minutes of typing.

Wordwytch the ill.

Twisted Delights (12)

Breakfast finished and everyone headed off to their various duties. Declan followed Bette and then went in to chat with Lord Duncan.

“Let me know if she desires or needs further training.”

“I will James. She was damn responsive to it all. Better than I expected.”

“Good. Always thought she would be. I’ve a new class starting up on the 10th.”

Declan looked over at the calendar. “I should know by then.”

Bette sat gently the whole day. Oddly enough, the pain reminded her of the pleasures of the evening which made her more aroused than turned off. By 5pm, she was so turned on that she was afraid she’d pounce on Declan when he walked into the office.

“Well, I see I don’t have to ask how you’re doing.”

“No, I’m… I want…”

“Want what dear Bette?”

“I want to lock the office doors and have you take me right now.”

Declan laughed. “Oh that we could. Dinner is in an hour and we both need to dress.”

Bette pouted. “I suppose I will have to wait then.”

He walked up to her, wrapped his arms around her and held tight. Then with one hand he popped her on the ass four times. Bette gasped, squirmed and flushed. He laughed softly and then reached up under her skirt and stroked her clit. Bette came like a shot, her head buried in his shoulder to muffle the squeak.

Declan let go of her, and helped her straighten her clothing. “You need to go get dressed, and no touching yourself.”


“No touching.” he pointed to her crotch. “No easing your aches. No panties either.” He took her by the hand and they walked out of the office.

James smiled as he closed the peephole panel. Bette would make a very good sub.

Bette’s ass was sore. Her pussy throbbed. She ached to be with Declan, but this dinner party was nearly as long as the one the night before. The women were vapid, and the officers dull. On top of that, she swore that Declan and Lord Duncan had purposely bumped her ass all evening. She was tender, aroused and it felt as if her thighs were swimming. She was just glad that her evening dress was unlikely to show stains.

“Do you think she’ll last much longer?”

“I’m not sure James. She certainly isn’t going to last long once we are alone.”

“Are you heading out to the folly again? Or do you want the blue velvet room?”

Declan thought for a moment. “Is the room available? It wasn’t last night.”

“Oh yes. I made certain it was.”

“Then I’ll have it. When may we excuse ourselves of your company?”

“Now if you’d like. I think that Miss Evans has a ‘headache’.”

Five minutes later, Bette and Declan headed upstairs to the red door corridor. She was a bit surprised that he had a key or was allowed. Once they were through the entrance, he stopped.

“Hold still Bette.”


“A blindfold is required.” Before she could object, he pulled out a velvet blindfold and covered her eyes. Then he led her through the hall and into a room. He switched on the light and then locked the door. “Will you do whatever I say?”

Bette trembled a little. “Yes.”

“Yes sir.” he prompted. They’d discussed a little of the Dom-sub paradigm last night.

“Yyes sir.”

“Good girl.” He led her over to a small bench. “Sit.”

Bette sat, and then felt him remove her shoes. He helped her to stand and her evening dress slid to the floor. She stepped out of it and stood in her bra, slip, garter belt and stockings. Then she was walked over to the four poster bed, and was instructed to hold onto the end posts. It was a bit of a stretch, but not uncomfortably so. As she stood there, she heard him undress and wondered what was to happen.

Declan walked up behind her, and began to stroke her body. Light, gentle touches, even over her ass, which was slightly bruised. She gasped, but didn’t let go. As he ran his hands up the insides of her legs, she arched back towards him. When his hands reached her pussy, he found her wet. Sliding two fingers deep inside, he slowly fingered her. Just before she orgasmed, he stopped.

“Oh Declan! Please!”

“No. No orgasms unless I say so.”


“No.” He swatted her ass twice. Her hands came down off of the posts. He replaced them, as he reminded her to hold on. He swatted her again. Once more her hands came off of the posts as he knew they would. He walked away and came back with soft leather cuffs. He wrapped them around the posts and then around each wrist.

“What? Why?”

“To make it easier for you to comply.”

“But… you startled me. That’s why I let go.”

“And now, you needn’t worry.” He rubbed her ass and then as she began to relax, he swatted her again. This time her reaction was swift. She arched upwards, away from his hand.


Declan stroked her body, and fingered her once more. He stopped just short of orgasm. When she cried to be allowed to orgasm, he walked away.

Bette wondered where he’d gone, and then heard the bed creak. The next thing she knew, his cock was next to her mouth. She took him into her mouth and did her best to remember how to give a blowjob. He was hot, silky and salty. She found she liked the taste of him in her mouth. As he got closer to his own orgasm, he held her head as he thrust in and out. He came, filling her mouth. She swallowed as best she could, licking him until he was soft.

“I do love coming without that damned sheath.” He moved off of the bed and went over to the toy box again. He returned with a large stone dildo. Standing behind Bette, he began to stroke her skin with the tip.

“What is that?”

“You’ll find out.” He continued, and slowly worked down her body. He ran it across her ass, which made her jump. Then he gently touched her pussy, letting her juices coat the head. When it was wet, he nudged it between her lips and slowly slid it into her pussy.

“Oh lord! What is that!”

“A toy. A cock shaped toy.” Declan slid it in and out of her pussy, smiling as she tried to rub against it. His own cock grew stiff once more and between one stroke and the next, he slid the dildo out and his sheathed cock in. The switch between cool stone and warm flesh sent shivers of pleasure across Bette’s skin. She arched back towards him and he grabbed her hips. Declan thrust harder and harder. Bette began to orgasm and couldn’t stop. Her muscles clamped around his cock with each spasm and he soon came hard.

As the two of them shuddered with pleasure, he withdrew and then undid the cuffs and pulled off the blinfold. Gathering her in his arms, they crawled into bed and fell asleep.