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Pose Naked For Me [MMF]

**Snapshot**

Darrin Phillips fiddled with the strap of his second-hand, hand-me-down digital camera, wondering what the hell he was doing here at dawn on a Sunday, when any normal person was either getting ready for church or sleeping off last night. He wondered, as he stared out at the empty, abandoned beach-side forest, why the hell he’d let himself get talked into this. He wasn’t a photographer. He wasn’t even an amateur or a hobbyist.

He was an idiot with a camera he barely knew how to use and a handful of pictures his friends had convinced him were decent enough to post online.

“You have an eye, Dare,” Hayato had told him when the man had first proposed the offer. “A way of looking deep into a person and bringing out their essence and beauty. Of seeing what’s beneath the surface.” Then he’d snorted—an odd sound to come out of the prim, proper man. He’d shot Dare a scoffing look before adding, “Plus, you’ve a reputation of handling even the most stubborn subjects.” Read more »

Watching Your Wife With Another Man – [MF][BDSM]

Author’s note: This isn’t an indictment on open or poly relationships, simply a story meant to tell one couple’s experience, which—like with monogamous, monogomish, or really any other relationship configuration you can form—comes with its own unique set of challenges and triumphs. And, I swear, there's a happy, sexy ending. I promise. As always, I hope you enjoy.

There are things in life that you will never plan, but still have to live with anyway. You’ll think, as you drive the familiar road as if by rote, that this is just another one of those things that must be muddled through, one step at a time. You’ll be so sure that—once you’re in the middle of it—it won’t be so hard.

You will, of course, be wrong.

The car’s silence will irk you—you need noise at the best of times, if just to drown out the nagging reservations you’ll have left unspoken.

Because you love her.

You’ll flip on the radio with more impatience than required. You won’t know quite why. And because Fate hates you, an inappropriate story will be on. The one about the preacher or the politician’s aide doing something they weren’t supposed to. Involved in things they would’ve been better off not touching. Read more »

I Dare You to Disobey [MM][BDSM]

Gamin

It’s a good night. Dark and warm, the air just a little heavy with a heady humidity that held a man like a lover.

I peel off my coat as I enter the shadowed alley in the back of the club where I parked my car. Leather may make the look, but it’s damned hot.

I watch as a couple, a little tipsy and a lot horny, stumble out of the club door, helped out by Gabe, his massive hands hard as he shows them the door. The tall man tips his head at me. “Rand,” he greets, as he takes a drag on his cigarette. “Nice night.”

“Could always be better.” I nod back, thinking it a shame the man’s on duty. Gabe’s a good time, if I remember right. Real shame he’s working.

But he is. And, for the first time in three weeks, I’m not and I’m in the mood for a good time now. Just got off a big sting, a drug ring—little sex thrown in. Vice. I work vice.

Or it works me; six years in and I’m still trying to figure that one out. Read more »

Have Yourself a Kinky, Little Christmas: Part Four [MF][BDSM]

Tugging Reins: Part Four

“Okay,” she finally squealed, “enough of that. Move on to something else, Chuck.”

“Chuck?” Chris asked, confused. Why couldn’t she just say his name like a normal person?

She nodded upward to the speaker, now playing some wordless tune that seemed familiar but he couldn’t quite place. He paused, running his sweaty hand over his close-cropped hair and scratching his scalp as he tried to recall it.

“It’s the Charlie Brown Christmas song,” she laughed. “You know, from the TV special that they play every year.”

Oh. Yeah. He guessed it was.

“I know I shouldn’t,” she admitted softly, “but I kind of love that goofy, bobble-headed movie.” She shrugged and laughed to herself. “ ‘And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid,’ “ she intoned, imitating that blanket-carrying character.

Sore afraid? Were those the words? Really? And who would have thought the Grinch of Cover To Cover would even know that?

Chris just shook his head and smiled, marveling at her. He’d give her sore afraid. Read more »

Have Yourself a Kinky, Little Christmas: Part Three [MF][BDSM]

Tugging Reins: Part Three

Chris paused, his hands freezing mid-swipe, feeling his world stop. For a long moment, the only sounds that registered were some has-been star singing like Bing Crosby and Danielle’s words echoing over and over in his head.

Had she just said what he thought she’d said?

There was a long pause.

“It’s cool, if you don’t,” she said as she climbed up the tall, sturdy ladder to put away a box. “I just thought—”

“I do,” he insisted, his voice cracking on the words. He coughed and slowly, thoughtfully, carefully put back on his glasses, sure that once he did his world would make sense again. “I mean, if you’re offering…” he hedged. He swallowed hard, still feeling off-balanced and out-of-place. “I mean, when would you…”

“We could do it now,” she said with an excited smile as she turned to sit on one of the ladder’s rungs, “if you want.”

Now? “How?” He didn’t have any toys with him. Hell, he didn’t even own any toys. He pretty much had a pair of old handcuffs that had come with a hand-me-down magic set his aunt gave him when he was ten and that was it. Read more »

Papi’s Little Girl Needs to Learn a Lesson [Daddy/daughter]

The End of The World

Ivy Ferris collapsed onto the bus’s badly upholstered seat, her feet aching in the high-arched heels she wore for her job as an administrative assistant at Saint’s Marketing, a small, niche ad agency. Laying her handbag next to her, she shrugged out of the fitted jacket before undoing the first few buttons on the sleeveless shirt beneath.

The day had been hell. They’d had five fussy clients in and out of the office all day and, to top it all off, Harlan St. James, president of the company was out sick so she’d been forced to play apologetic hostess all day.

She was bone-tired and her face hurt from smiling. All she wanted was to go home.

Home.

It was still such a strange idea to her.

Her mother had been a professor of evolutionary psychology, who—no matter how hard she tried—just couldn’t quite make tenure. So they’d constantly been moving about from college to college, trying to make her positions stick.

Growing up in temporary, month-to-month apartments—and then finally her own college dorm rooms followed by her own cheap efficiency apartment—Ivy had never really had a real home until she’d moved into Marcus Ramirez’s house. Read more »

I Want to See You Naked [MF][BDSM] “How do you like to be touched? Tell me. How would I touch you.”

On the Line

Chris Carey sat in front of his computer, trying like hell to take notes on the article he was reading. But his mind was on the phone—sitting silent—on his bed.

It was 9:13.

Danielle usually called at 9:00.

She was probably busy. He knew that. She had a heavy class load this semester. And she was about half a year behind schedule at a school that cost more per semester than his entire four-year college education. Not to mention, she was also president of the kinky youth program for all the local colleges. She was busy. And he should leave her alone.

But she usually called at 9:00.

He snuck a look at his phone again, the blank screen dark.

Biting his lip, his shoulders slumped in on themselves. Should he call her? She always called him. But, if she was busy, it might have slipped her mind.

But, if she was so busy that it slipped her mind, did that mean that she was too busy for him? Read more »

Off-Hour Office Sex [MF][BDSM] “He smiled and cupped the full flesh of her ass. ‘What do you want me to do to it?’ he asked, holding sensual potential in his hands.”

Overtime

Peter Richards pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and stared at his computer. With his computer open to SyncKink.com, the kinky social media website he maintained, he stared at Kat’s page. His wife’s page. Ever since her novel was published, she’d been so busy doing this and that for promotion and publicity. From blog posts to free stories, she’d been dedicated to using every non-working hour into putting herself out there.

Peter sighed and raised his eyebrows. Putting a lot of herself way out there.

He stared at the latest set of photos she’d released and gritted his teeth. He rolled his shoulders and tried to relax his suddenly tense muscles.

So she was naked in the photos.

It wasn’t a big deal.

Or it really shouldn’t have been.

He didn’t want it to be.

But he just couldn’t stop staring at the pictures of Kat laid out bare, imagining the hundreds—thousands—hell, maybe millions—of men out there on the internet who were staring at her too. At his wife. His Katherina.

His jaw clenched as he rubbed a hand over an inexplicable ache in his chest. Read more »