Good Point
“I’m telling you, she spiked my breakfast!”
“Your wife isn’t drugging you, Derrick,” Andrew interjected while Charles sniggered.
“You’re wrong and I can prove it.”
“How?” Charles intervened.
“I spent the whole day cleaning the house afterward. Why would I do that?”
“Good point,” both conceded.
“Lunch’s ready!” Natalie grinned.
But no one was hungry.
Late update due to yet another busy day but still with plenty of time to spare before the clock strikes midnight around here.
Today’s piece came out fairly easily the moment I turned my laptop on and loaded the site. It’s the result of once more going with the first thing that came to mind, a humorous take on something many men really hate doing. Are you included in that lot?
Her New Boyfriend
Day 1 of brainwashing
“Amy! What do you think you’re doing? Untie me right now, bitch!”
Day 7 of brainwashing
“I swear you’re going to… what was I saying?”
Day 19 of brainwashing
“Obedience is plea… hmmm… sure?”
Day 34 of brainwashing
“Please, Mistress Amy! Please, may I lick your boots?”
Persistence always pays off.
Almost two-thirds of the year down and I keep on going. I can be quite persistent (or stubborn) although that’s not always the case. Today’s entry is precisely about persistence as a way to achieve one’s objectives. I could have written something with a noble intent but the real fun lies in the kinky stuff, right? A round of applause for Amy if you please, for not giving up on her goals.
Deeper and Deeper
“You know, in a way it was easier before we met…” Damian admitted.
“How so?” Angela queried.
“Before it was all fantasy and now there’s this need, this hole…”
“… only I can fill,” she gently triggered him.
“Yes,” he drifted off.
“I have another hole for you…” she parted her legs.
Time to start digging.
Today’s addition to this year-long challenge is both romantic and kinky. Is it a perfect combination? I don’t know but I like it nonetheless otherwise I wouldn’t have written it. No particular story behind it. I didn’t think much, didn’t rehearse countless variations like sometimes I do. It’s good to just go with the flow of inspiration, see where it leads. Today it led here. We’ll see what tomorrow brings. Until then.
A What?
“Anthony, when was the last time you had an orgasm?” Belinda asked.
“A what?”
“An orgasm. When did you cum last?”
“I don’t understand you.”
“What do you mean?”
“What is an orgasm? What is to cum?”
“Wow, Melissa,” Belinda turned to her sister. “Your hypnotic chastity program sure is effective.”
“I know,” she laughed.
An early update for a change. It’s Sunday, it’s scorching around here and I woke up with some rather deviant thoughts that decided to manifest themselves in yet another short piece of mind-control erotica. Given all the implications, this one may be just a little bit cruel. Then again, in fiction and pure fantasy, one is allowed to go down certain paths without any guilt or remorse so…