• Blood Tint ~ Part 2 ~ Podcast

    For those of you who have been following Blood Tint, and those of you who like podcasts, I have a fantastic treat. Warrior Queen, who has graciously recorded a few other stories for me (Fog, and My Turn), has agreed to also record this serial. So, without further ado: Blood Tint ~ Part 2 ~… Continue Reading

  • More

    I love that last little shudder, that last bump into you at the end of orgasm, when my cock’s throbbing ebbs, your cunt warmly clutching at me, the hot sticky feel of my cum coating you inside, the slow relaxing of my grip on your hips… but then, you look over your shoulder, eyes half… Continue Reading

  • Blood Tint ~ Part 1 ~ Podcast

    For those of you who have been following Blood Tint, and those of you who like podcasts, I have a fantastic treat. Warrior Queen, who has graciously recorded a few other stories for me (Fog, and My Turn), has agreed to also record this serial. So, without further ado: Blood Tint ~ Part 1 ~… Continue Reading

  • Two Sides of a Coin

    Two Sides of a Coin by RedBud “Didn’t you see it?” Her husband didn’t answer. The laundry he had stepped over was still on the floor. “What about the house?” “What about it?” she shot back. He ticked off one finger after another. “The garage door opener. The leaky roof. The bathroom faucet. Changing the… Continue Reading

  • Blood Tint ~ Part 10

    {Start with Part 1} Blood Tint ~ Part 10 A shudder shook Neave’s entire body, and she emitted small, gorgeously feminine sound. Then her tension melted – almost all of it – and she rested her back on my chest, letting her head fall back onto my shoulder. Her neck, the beautiful, smooth length of… Continue Reading

  • Blood Tint ~ Part 9

    {Start with Part 1} Blood Tint ~ Part 9 Neave looked at me, thinking. Her fingers stole up to her neck, gently touching the puncture marks I’d put there. They’d scabbed over, and the wounds would heal quite quickly… if not renewed. “Do you call yourselves ‘vampires’? I raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “I don’t… Continue Reading

  • Sitting

    It’s been a good week for shower poetry. This set came also, all at once (the last one while brushing my teeth). –M Sitting Sitting in my chair watching my cock disappear as you sit on me. Straddling my lap you smile devilish, and gasp seated, full and deep. I don’t move, I can’t just… Continue Reading