Pink Wash [FF] [Les] [exh] [voy]

We would be in Palm Springs five weeks later. Jamie went with me everywhere. Jamie not only managed me, but Seth, Stephen, Blake and Minnie as well. Seth and Stephen ended up coming with. He he. As with all commercial flights. Seth and Stephen had to sit together in the exit row. Bonuses to being giants. I was in behind them with Jamie and Minnie. It was a great laugh. Yes, I do rather enjoy the company of Minnie. Minnie, slightly kooky yet beautiful. Kitty, the anxious and somewhat bemused girl exploring her sexuality. We were still friends some thirty-five years later. I needed the company to keep the spirit up on a long eastbound journey. The jet lag was
the worst. We left at lunchtime and arrived in San Francisco at 8 a.m. on the same calendar
day. We did all fall asleep and it was not long before we were on a short flight. Hello Palm
Springs at 9 a.m.!

Dancing In The Dark [MFM] [Bi] [mast][voy][exh]

Nestled amongst grand green hills washed in sunlight was a vineyard belonging to a Blake Castle. The Blanket Estate had been his since the ‘70s and the older he got, the more time he spent out there. It was isolated but close enough. That is where I was heading. I knew he would be there. Blake went to the vineyard to get peace. He almost never took anybody out there. Was he going to mind? I didn’t tell him I was coming. As I pulled up, I felt hesitation. I saw him pottering around the back deck, sweeping actually. How domesticated. The winds had been high and torn quite a few of the shrubs to pieces. Was this a good idea? He saw the car and ran towards me.

*“Kitty…what are you doing here, I heard a car and thought what the hell…no one ever visits me here. My muse…something must be wrong. I hardly ever have a soul come out here and visit me other than the kids.”*

*“Frank is scaring me and I cannot deal with anybody.”*

*“Not even Seth or Stephen?”*

*“No, Blake. I had to get away from everybody.”*

Help, My Clit is Missing! A Daxter T. Connors Adventure [MF] [Sci-Fi] [voy]

After his morning run, a stationary affair inside of a Cool Bubble overlooking State Street from his downtown New Santa Barbara office, Daxter released a sigh of contentment. He was in peak physical condition, sipping at a cool glass of water and dabbing his forehead with a soft cloth.

The temperature had reached a balmy 134 Fahrenheit, but it was a comfortable 72 indoors, and in the Cool Bubble, a chill 55. Within the confines of a Cool Bubble was the only place one could find temperatures that could be considered “cold” these days, what with the nuclear summer sticking around longer than Daxter would have liked.

A solitary beep from his D-Vice, sat upon his cluttered office desk, caught his attention. Daxter, New Santa Barbara’s most prestigious private investigator, had been busy in recent memory, a treat considering the almost non-existent crime rate in New Santa Barbara County since the adoption of the death penalty for even the most mundane of crimes. Last week, a 44 year old man from New Oakland had been executed for having a wank in a movie theater. Some objected, but in the end, the law is the law.

The Games She Plays (Part 3) [MF][MMMF][MM][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]

Note: Part 2 ran long (and I f’ed up the title), so here’s part 3…

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**The Games She Plays (Part 3) [MF][MMMF][MM][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]**

**Part 3**

Later that evening, after dinner with a book, Regina went back to her room to find her roommate Julie just leaving.

“If anyone asks for me, I’m gone for the weekend. Me and some friends are going to see a concert in Vegas, so I’m skipping class tomorrow.” She grabbed a carry-on bag and left Regina alone in the room. It was Thursday, and she didn’t have a class until the next afternoon, so she grabbed one of the bottles of wine she kept hidden in her footlocker and uncorked it, pouring some into a little clear plastic cup. She took a drink and thought about calling one of her friends, but she had the whole weekend for that. She found herself glancing at her laptop, then sitting down, first convincing herself that she was just checking FacePlace, but after few minutes, she was sitting there in nothing but her panties and loading up the secret page. She didn’t even have to enter her code again, it just told her ‘Welcome Regina’ and she was back to browsing through the dorm maps again. She checked on the girls she’d seen in the showers that morning, and saw some new videos and pictures, and she clicked on one time stamped after their showers. They were both naked, one of them sitting at the computer, but getting up as they both started drying off some more and getting out clothes for the day.

**The Games She Plays (Part 2) [F][MF][FF][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]**

**The Games She Plays (Part 2) [F][MF][FF][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]**

Note: Link to Part 1 is in the comments section.

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**Part 2**

Regina took her laptop back to her room, half scared to open it up, but she trusted Indira to know what she was doing. She opened her computer and saw that the folders of pictures were still there. Indira hadn’t deleted anything, and while Regina didn’t know much about computers, she saw the files were buried deep in the system of computer, folder within folder, within folder. She closed some of the open pictures but found herself looking at the screencaps of Indira smiling in her nudity. She wasn’t shy, and part of Regina wondered why she wasn’t willing to share her photos with IT rather than hers, but it did kind of look like Indira was showing off for the webcam, while Regina’s pictures had hidden camera quality to them. She opened a video and saw herself standing naked in front of the mirror from the other night. She hadn’t paid attention at the time, but she was touching her breasts and running her hand through her bush in a surprisingly suggestive way. Regina hoped her friend would be sparing with the pictures and not show any of the videos.

How I found out one of [m]y neighbors [mf] and I have the same name.

So, this would’ve been in my previous apartment, which was set up in such a way that mine and my next door neighbors’ bedrooms shared a wall. In retrospect, whoever built those buildings was either an idiot or a pervert. That is not a good design for apartment buildings. But I digress.

My neighbors were a good-looking enough couple- she was blonde and curvy, he had those Mr. Fantastic gray spots on his temples, but was in pretty good shape (we were near a military base, and most of the people in that complex were Army or Air Force). That being said, we never talked much, other than to exchange a brief “good morning” while passing each other in the parking lot. I never thought much about them, other than to perhaps subtly check her out if I found myself going down the stairwell behind her. Until one night.

It had been a long day, and I just wanted to lie down and pass out (with the help of a little bit of booze). My neighbors, apparently, were not of the same mind. I could hear them pretty noisily on the other side of the wall, sounding like their night was heading in a pretty singular direction. I’m not usually much into voyeurism, and like I said, I was pretty tired, so this was really just much more annoying than it was sexy. Until I heard her moan a name.

The Games She Plays (Part 1) [F][voy][exh][reluc][ENF]

**The Games She Plays (Part 1) [F][voy][exh][reluc][ENF]**

Regina spent every night before bed on FacePlace. She wasn’t the only one at college, of course, but with her it was part of her nightly routine: finish her reading, brush her teeth, get undressed, put on pajamas (or a nightgown if it was warm), and sit down in front of her laptop with a cup of tea to read what was going on in everyone’s lives. Her roommate had a more hands-on approach to the world, out almost every night, drinking, partying, half the time not even sleeping in her own bed. It wasn’t that Regina was a goody-two-shoes, she just liked to keep her private life private, and quiet evenings on the computer helped with that.

She read up on her old high school friends, made a few off hand comments to pictures and updates, and browsed through what others had shared. She saw one of those surveys, they kind that tell you what kind of Potter character you are, or Star Trek, or whatever was in the theaters that week. Most of them were probably invented by marketers, but fun, regardless. “What kind of FacePlace user are you?” One of her high school friends commented: ‘Guess I’m a Creeper…lurking, never sharing. How about you?’ She’d shared it with a lot of people.

An Ordinary Slut [str8][voy]

The first thing I need you to know is this: I am a dirty bitch. Not a whore, thank you very much. Whores charge. I do these things because I like them. You can keep your female empowerment, and your sex positivity. I _like_ being dirty. I feel sorry for you young girls with your slut walks, and your tumblr blogs, and your reclamation of the word “cunt”. You’ve made sex safe and wholesome, scrubbed it free of stigma. You’ve Disneyfied fucking. I’d rather be nasty.

The second thing you should know is this: you know somebody just like me. You mightn’t think so, but you do. You overlook us, is all. I could take your hand and show you: lead you through the underpasses and back alleyways, past the motels and municipal recs, into the car parks and quiet lay-bys where we thrive and swarm. There you would find us at play, unburdened and free as we writhe and squirm and shudder together. You would be shocked at how many of us you recognise.

Rush Part Two [4Some] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [BDSM] [Fetish/Kink]

“You changed your hair color.”

“So did you,” She teased as she put the almost empty glass of champagne down on the table and sat down in the chair next to mine.

“Wig.”

“Dye,” She shrugged. “The color wasn’t appropriate for my next campaign, so I was told to dye it.”

“So you are…”

She lifted her index finger with a perfect French-tip nail up to her pouty matte nude lips. The blush colored gold and lace mask that donned her face accentuated her new honey blonde curls and reminded me of those unique colored curls she had that night. The layered gold choker necklace that wrapped loosely around her delicate neck, drew attention to the plunging neckline of the revealing gold sequined halter top; a small gold disc laid just between her perfect sun-kissed breasts. A micro mini skirt that barely covered her toned ass and tanned long legs shimmered with each movement as gold strappy heels adorned her French-tipped manicured feet. She looked every bit the model I knew she was that night.

“No names. Once we put our masks on, our outside identities are left behind for the night. This gives us the freedom to indulge in who we want to be or who we truly are.”

Rush Part One [M/F] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [BDSM] [Fetish/Kink]

Eleven-Seventeen. That was our number. To most people a number like this will mean absolutely nothing. But to all the people who have been or who will be involved in that memorable night, a number such as this one will send a shiver straight through your body. A delicious shiver that will have you stop whatever you’re doing and remember fondly on that amazing night. Your eyes will flutter closed, lips will part slightly and the softest of moans will flow from your mouth as your mind begins to conjure up those wonderfully erotic images. The resounding sounds of pleasure and pain will reverberate in your ears like a symphony. As you try and catch your breath, the fragrant mix of ylang ylang, orange blossom and sandalwood will seep down into your very soul, craving the immense high like a drug. Fire will dance in teasing waves as your skin begins to prickle thinking of the leather straps caressing over your body just before the burning snap against your ass. Frail wrists tremble beneath tight cuffs; your sanity crumbling just as fast as your legs at the feel of juices dripping down them. I digress.