There’s something about October and this week’s Masturbation Monday (#213) image prompt that called for the penning of this dark tale. I like stories that depict things that are not quite as they seem. Hopefully, you’ll get that impression as you read this story…when you realize who’s ‘zooming who.’ Enjoy!~B.

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If I tie this any tighter, it’ll cut off your circulation. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

His deep voice boomed in the closed space, but he was deep in thought, as if reciting something he’d memorized. I knew he wasn’t speaking to me. I was gagged, blindfolded, naked, and soon to be bound. …

I’ve chosen to double-down again this week for Masturbation Monday (#212) and Friday Flash (#24). The result is a 500-word cautionary tale of what could happen if horny women jokingly invoke ancient goddesses in the interest of getting off. (I can’t wait to try my hand at casting a magic circle!) A longer version of this story is in the works, but here’s a little tease. Enjoy!~B.

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It was bad batteries that drove Kara to cast her first magic circle. She’d have been deep within a multi-orgasmic sleep had she bought name brand double-A’s. She’d been riding the hard cock of her lust-inducing work crush when the batteries in her dildo-shaped vibrator stopped working. …

I was very enthusiastic to participate in this week’s Masturbation Monday (#211), especially after viewing the prompt and ‘seeing double’. I’m sure I’m not the only woman who finds this particular erotic pairing hot as hell. So, for those ladies…this one is for you. (Sorry, fellas. I promise to make it up to you!) ~B.

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Elysa’s gaze was usually hard and impenetrable when she looked at Luke. Like a majestic glacier, she had her way of slowly claiming territory. It usually entailed messing with his mind and making his dick hard. He’d never thought to complain or hesitate…until now.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” …

In an effort to streamline my writing process—while still taking advantage of opportunities to share my work — I’ve combined meme prompts for Masturbation Monday (#209) and Friday Flash (#21) this week. I chose to switch things up, adding a touch of D/s within a Lesbian relationship. Meet Dara and Jacqueline. ~B.

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Click.

Dara used the remote to capture another pose, her tripod-mounted Nikon processing the light as she exposed her sex. She wore only a corset and thigh-highs. No bra. No panties. No flash.

Jacqueline had been very specific.

I should have done this ages ago, she thought. Her wedding band gleamed from one of the fingers used to spread open wet lips. She’d been told to front-light each shot as she masturbated on her new ottoman. …

This week’s Masturbation Monday (#208) owes its inspiration to a couple muses—the pierced ears of Petticoat Diva Jo and a recent Twitter Story-In-12 prompt (image provided below). The result is a story about a resourceful woman who refuses to let a little earlobe hardware get in the way of her dreams of becoming a sommelier. She’ll do anything to make sure she gets ahead. 😉 ~B.

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Tabitha licked her lips in anticipation as the panel of master sommeliers stood and unzipped their pants in unison. She grew wet as she considered the phalanx of cocks she had every intention of sucking. In exchange, the owners of those cocks would the make the decision whether to permit a minor cosmetic detail to get in the way of her moving forward into their introductory sommelier program. …

You don’t have to be thalassophile, or lover of the sea, to recognize the eroticism inherent in briny waters. Perhaps it is the crashing waves that resemble a climax or the fact that the see is fluid, mercurial…and well, wet. Regardless, it wasn’t difficult to compose poetic lines on the theme of “Sea/Ocean” my first time participating at Kink of the Week. Perhaps it won’t be my last. ~B.

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Wanton Waves

I am drowning in thoughts of you.
Head thrown back with a choking need,
for air and other things,
the tide pulls me under and lays me out.
I am too far gone, adrift at sea, lost to the currents.
Limbs flailing, I am treading alone.
It’s just me within my deep pool of brine,
grinding into fingers, marooned and pruned
from too much time below.
Tensing abdomen, pelvis, and thighs,
I rise to crest the next big wave.
Feeling its energy ebbing,
feeling the tension grow in my toes,
core clenched, thighs exposed.
I gasp and hold my breath,
preparing for the one that will do me in. …

There is something about Amy Norton’s sexy striped hose that reminded me of frivolity and youthfulness. Well, I had fun turning that idea on its head for this week’s Masturbation Monday (#206) fictional journal entry by Cassidy X, who reminds us that appearances can be deceiving. Enjoy! ~B.

From the Journal of Cassidy X.

I’m well aware that looking younger than my 22 years is a turn-on to a lot of men. I’m not stupid.

It’s not hard to read the perverted intentions on the faces of dirty older men whose salacious gazes take in my petite frame, ponytail, and big eyes. They likely imagine me in short school girl skirts that barely cover my tiny ass or in striped thigh-highs that mesmerize, as they fantasize about their hands moving upwards towards my Bermuda triangle. …

I’ve been writing a lot of 100-word stories, also called Drabbles, so I decided to write one for this week’s Masturbation Monday (#205). Below is tiny tale of celebratory plans altered by coincidence. Don’t blink…you might miss it! Haha!~B.

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It aroused him to find her engrossed in an erotic tale. The book had commandeered her attention as much as her peaked nipples had piqued his.

“What are you reading?”

He watched her flush. She’d pinkened the same way when he’d moved slowly within the snug wetness of her body earlier.

“Just a lil’ somethin’ I picked up at the airport.”

His hand moved lower, past her abdomen until her intake of breath indicated he’d reached his destination.

He’d reserved a suite and an escort for the night, but happily canceled the latter at the last minute.

“What a coincidence.” ■

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