Switch: Reaction and Research

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Image by Freezeboy Tim

You’ve been eagerly awaiting another episode in the erotic adventures of Olivia and Nicholas, haven’t you? Well, darlings, I know it has been a while, but here you go.

Fresh from her first scene with Nicholas, Olivia is confused by her own reaction to it, so she does what any reasonable person does these days — ask the Internet! Of course, when you set out to research kinky topics in public cafes, you always run the risk of being discovered, sometimes by an ex-boyfriend you’d really rather not see.

Check out the latest episode of Switch in Reaction and Research.

Cuffs and Clamps

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Image credit: IKxxki / ikxxki.deviantart.com, licensed under Creative Commons 3.0

After her first-ever spanking (at least, as an adult), Olivia decides to turn the tables on Nicholas and bend him over the bench, but of course things don’t turn out as she plans. Is Nicholas just humoring her? And when he takes back control, how will he punish her? More to the point, will she enjoy it?

As promised in the previous installment, together our heroine and hero turn up the heat. Fair warning: the action gets quite a bit more explicit in this scene. 18+ only, please!

This installment is a bit longer than the previous ones so far, at about 6500 words, and it’s already a continuation of the same scene that started in Safewords and Spankings. I considered breaking it down further, but I felt that would disrupt the flow of the narrative too much, so I hope you will forgive the length here. Actually, I hope you’ll be so caught up in the story that it will be a fast read!

Roughly the final thousand words of this scene appeared previously as a guest post on Tamsin Flowers’ Superotica blog in her 2014 Advent Calendar, alongside many other highly talented writers, an honor I treasure to this day. If you aren’t already familiar with Tamsin’s own work — well, why aren’t you? She’s one of the hottest writers in the genre today. And if you haven’t read her 200,000 word magnum opus, Alchemy xii, then I strongly recommend you give it a shot. The “prequel” chapter is available as a free download from Amazon, so you have nothing to lose!

Meanwhile, on with the story! Catch up with Olivia in Cuffs and Clamps

Safewords and Spankings

ropeWell now, this is unusual. Yes, that’s right, I’m posting two story excerpts in one day. I know, I know, I’ve been averaging something closer to one every three or four weeks, and now two in one day?

I couldn’t help myself, as I’ve been looking forward to putting out this next bit for a while. Why? Well, because we are turning up the heat! Yes, shorter portions of it have appeared in these pages before, but this is now unabridged, as they say. Uncut.

If you’ve been following the story so far, then you know that Olivia has returned to the C-Spot and re-encountered Nicholas, fresh from teaching a class on ropework. Yes, that kind of ropework. Olivia can see the student models exiting the class, flushed and glowing, and she doesn’t know exactly what went on, but she knows she wants a bit of whatever they have. So when Nicholas invites her to see more, she throws caution to the wind.

What happens next? Dive right into Safewords and Spankings and find out!

And hold on, because it’s only going to get steamier from here.

Olivia Returns to the Club

party-girlThe heady emotions of the Grind and meeting Nicholas have left Olivia rather confused, so after a bit of a break, she heads back to the C-Spot to confront him and find out if there is really anything between them. When she arrives, however, she is frustrated to find the club’s schedule doesn’t revolve around her. Enter Walter, doorman/psychiatrist, to provide some much-needed perspective.

Continue the unfinished (and yes, unpolished) story of Olivia Strong and Nicholas Paine with Return to the Club, or start from the beginning with Switch.

A School for Kinky Stuff

 

The next few installments of Olivia’s story are available!

When last we left her, Olivia had gotten herself into a bit of a sticky situation involving a set of handcuffs and a missing key. Wishing to learn from her mistakes, she talks to her friends, who are shocked! Shocked, I say! to find their dear Olivia has such interests.

Ahem.

Well, she does have such interests, doesn’t she? But, of course, she is very new to this new world, and in need of a little direction. So, she drags her friend Ashley off to find a local club that offers…. lessons.

Follow along in our unfinished, abandoned story of Olivia and A School for Kinky Stuff.

Or, see all the scenes published so far, in Switch.

Olivia and the Handcuff Key

woman-506120_640Continuing our selected unfinished tale, our heroine Olivia, after breaking up with Paul (you did read that bit already, right?), invites him back for a second chance.

Only, this time, she intends to spice things up a little bit. Paul gets quite a shock when he shows up for their date and Olivia brandishes a shiny new pair of handcuffs.

But, how will he react to this brazen wantonness? And just what did happen to the key to the cuffs?

Find out, and follow along as more scenes appear regularly, in Switch!

Unfinished Tales

 

Some projects never quite get off the ground, while others get quite far along before something happens and they just don’t… quite… finish. Every writer has folders full of such unfinished material. Sometimes we call it “research,” or maybe “experimental,” or perhaps simply “abandoned.”

Usually it never sees the light of day, but later we may come back and re-read some of these old stories, and, if we’ve grown as writers, perhaps cringe at the terrible prose. Alternatively, sometimes some of the writing holds up quite well, but only in bits and pieces, and the plot as a whole just doesn’t pan out. We tell ourselves, “I’ll use that in something else later,” and maybe it will happen, but usually it doesn’t. If it does, it only feels forced, quite obviously something we just couldn’t let go of and had to cram in somewhere, and unless we’re very clever readers will spot it easily.

So, instead, for your reading displeasure I will post selected scenes from unfinished and abandoned works. These are raw, unedited, and definitely incomplete. If it feels like something is missing, that’s because it is; entire scenes are left out, meant to be worked on later, but later never came.

Of course, the abandoned work-in-progress that immediately comes to mind is Switch, the story of a young woman on a journey of self-discovery, unsure of what she is looking for, only knowing she hasn’t been finding it.

Here, in the opening scene where we first meet Olivia, she is breaking up with her most recent boyfriend, as things lack a certain oomph. It won’t take long before she wonders if perhaps everything has just been a little too vanilla in her relationships, and what she needs is something spicier. Her search for spice, however, won’t always go according to plan…

Switch: “It’s Not You, It’s Me”

Partners and Crime – The Full Story

Image credit: Natalia Hubbert / shutterstock.com

Image credit: Natalia Hubbert / shutterstock.com

For those of you who read and enjoyed those three early short installments, long ago, of Partners and Crime, the erotically-charged tale about two police officers who start out not exactly liking each other very much, your wait is over. I have now published it, but not, as I once said I would, anywhere external, but right here.

I actually decided, nearly a year ago, to abandon this story, as creatively I had moved on. For a long time I felt it just needed too much rework to be worthy of anything more, and my heart wasn’t in it to do that. So, the pages languished on my laptop for the past eleven months, until now. No, I haven’t done all the rework, though I did clean up a few spots of poor phrasing. However, after months away from it, rereading it now convinced me that it isn’t as horrible as I imagined, and that just maybe it might be a decent bit of story.

So, what started as a thousand-word piece of unfinished flash fiction, that grew to a three-thousand word piece of serial fiction, is now a twelve-thousand word short story.

A word of caution: this tale is far more explicit, definitely only for those 18+, than anything I’ve previously published in these pages. However, I hope that you’ll find it artfully so.

Partners and Crime

Flash Fiction!

 

The second piece of the great remodel is ready: the Flash Fiction page! For the moment, three of my earlier works appear there, and I invite you to head over and enjoy these tasty morsels that I’m looking forward to sharing with you: You Are Mine, about a woman who doubts herself and with a delicious little twist at the end; You’re The One For Me, which reminds us how love is timeless and ageless; and I’ll Be Home For Christmas, in which a frustrated hostess receives a gift from her absent but clever husband.

And, stay tuned, as there will be more to come!

I’ll Be Home For Christmas

 

“Fabulous party, Kat! Thanks so much for inviting us. You really do know how to put on a dinner. Such a shame David couldn’t be here.”

Kathleen smiled and said good night to the last of her guests, wishing them a safe drive home through the snow. As soon as the door was shut, her smile disappeared. She turned back with a sigh to look over the mess of her living room and kitchen. Oh well, she thought, these dishes won’t clean themselves, so might as well get started.

Would it have been better if David had made it home? She wasn’t sure. Things had been a little tense between them before he left for this latest business trip, but they had always managed to hide such things behind an easy facade of marital bliss in front of guests before. Still, he should have been there, but the snow was coming down thick and who knew what the airport was like. She let the post-party melancholy wash over her, almost relieved to not have to be happy and cheerful for others any longer.

Kathleen started the first load in the dishwasher and began rinsing the remainder when the musical chime of the telephone interrupted her. David’s cellphone. His flight must have finally landed.

“Hey. Where are you? Everything ok?”

“Yeah. We got diverted to Grand Rapids. The airline offered everyone a hotel room.”

“Oh.” So he wasn’t coming home tonight. Kathleen wasn’t sure how she felt about that. She should have been disappointed, but her lack of disappointment was what disappointed her more.

“So how was the party? Sorry I missed it.”

“It was good. The Johnsons showed up after all.”

David laughed over the poor connection. Weather must have been interfering with his signal.

“Did they put on their usual show? Emily get drunk and flirt outrageously in front of Mike?”

In fact, Emily Johnson had done just that, as Kathleen had known she would. The previous year Emily had draped herself all over David at the party, whispering things into his ear, putting her hand on his hip, pushing her breast against his arm. Her husband Mike had silently steamed, drinking more and more while watching his wife with a frown, and Kathleen briefly entertained the idea of causing her own diversion. David had looked uncomfortable, but his erection had been pretty obvious through his slacks. This year had been no different, except instead of David, Emily picked on someone else. Kathleen had hoped they wouldn’t actually come, but they did.

“You know she did.” Kathleen hoped the bitterness wasn’t obvious in her voice. Really, she didn’t know why still threw these Christmas Eve parties, they just made her feel dejected, but everyone expected it of her.

“Hey. Kat. Really, I’m sorry I couldn’t be home. I know these things are draining for you.”

“Really, David? You’re not home for Christmas Eve; are you even going to be home for Christmas day? Did you have to wait ’til the last minute to fly home? Couldn’t you have come a day earlier?”

“Kat. Honey, I’m sorry about that.”

Kathleen felt awful. She knew it wasn’t David’s fault he’d had to go on this trip, and the client demanded he be there until the last minute. He wasn’t responsible for the weather or flight delays, but she just couldn’t help herself, taking her frustration out on her husband.

“I’m sorry, David. I know that was uncalled for. I’m just frustrated.”

“I know. I understand. Maybe I have a way to make it up to you.”

Was that a hint of something sly in his voice? What was he planning?

“What do you mean?”

“Tell me what you’re doing right now.”

“I’m doing the dishes and cleaning up, what else would I be doing?”

“Uh huh. Are you wearing your cocktail dress? The slinky little black number?”

Kathleen took a breath and let some of her frustration ebb away. It really was one of her favorite dresses, and now she remembered that David bought it for her last year.

“I am.”

“You know I’ve always thought you incredibly sexy in that dress.”

She smiled. “Yeah, well, right now it’s covered up with a kitchen apron so I don’t splash dirty, soapy water on it.”

“Wouldn’t it be even safer to take the dress off, and just wear the apron?”

“David! What, feeling a little lonely in your hotel room, are you?” Kathleen giggled.

“Just saying. It would be a shame to stain the dress. You’ve still got the fire going, right? It’s not cold? So why not go hang up the dress, nice and neat, and not take any chances?”

Despite herself, Kathleen felt a small tickle of arousal at his suggestion. Why not? Who was going to see, anyway, and it would make finishing the dishes more interesting to play along. She cradled the cordless phone against her shoulder and walked out into the living room, where indeed the fire still roared bright and warm, toasting the room.

“Ok. Ok, you win. Hold on a sec, I’m going to put the phone down a moment.”

She imagined she could hear his smile of satisfaction through the call. Now she felt silly about the idea, and considered just telling him she was removing the dress but not really doing it. After all, how would he know?

Then she looked at the photo of the two of them, together, on the mantel above the fire. They had taken that picture — was it a selfie? or a dualie? with both of them in it? — four years earlier while on a cruise in the Caribbean, and they both looked so happy in it. It had been Christmas then, too, except Christmas in Tortola was an entirely different affair from Christmas in Chicago. She had been happy then, she remembered. Very happy. David had made her feel so treasured, loved, and desired. She looked good in the photo, as did he — he was a very handsome man, was it his fault that drunken bitch Emily made a move on him? — and she realized that he made her feel sexy.

Kathleen shucked off the apron, then slinked out of the black dress. She was momentarily self-conscious, standing before the fire in nothing but heels, hold-ups, and panties. She carefully draped the dress over the back of a chair, then put the apron back on. Her nipples pebbled at the slightly rough texture of the apron brushing against them, and she began to feel a little naughty and, yes, sexy, doing this, even if there was no one to see. She picked up the phone.

“Ok. I did it.”

“Panties too, darling. I want you naked under that apron. You can leave your shoes and stockings on, if you’re wearing them.”

Kathleen blushed, which was silly because she was alone.

“David! I don’t know what’s come over you.” She thumbed her panties over her hips and let them fall to her ankles, then stepped out of them and bent down to pick them up and put them on the chair beside the dress. “There. I’m essentially naked, only the apron to cover me, and you know it doesn’t cover much.”

“Good thing you aren’t cooking with hot oil, then, eh, darling? Are you back in the kitchen now?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me what you’re doing.”

“Well, I’m washing dishes, of course. I mean, most of them are in the dishwasher, but I’m rinsing off the extras.”

“Uh huh. Are you bending over the sink?”

Kathleen blushed again. How could he make such an innocuous thing feel so wicked?

“Um… yes. A little bit.”

“Bend over more. Make sure that pert little bottom of yours sticks out while you rinse those dishes.”

Kathleen couldn’t quite believe how turned on she was. Heat pooled in her belly and between her legs and her breathing deepened. She ran the tap to rinse away scraps and added the plate to the pile.

“Do you have much more to do?”

“I’m just about finished.”

“Mmm, yes, you are, aren’t you?”

Kathleen squirmed, not entirely sure about that, but feeling delightfully naughty from the simple act of washing dishes in the nude.

“Now, darling, I want you to touch yourself.”

“Touch myself?”

“That’s right. You know what I mean. And tell me how it makes you feel.”

She couldn’t quite believe she was doing this, but she played along, reaching under the apron to cup her own breasts, enjoying the weight of them in her hands, and taking the nipples between thumb and forefinger.

“You aren’t talking to me, darling. What are you doing?”

“I… I’m touching my breasts.”

“You know you have the most gorgeous tits, don’t you? I’ve always loved them. Now put a hand between your legs and touch yourself there.”

“David…”

“For the sake of a stranded traveler?”

Kathleen took another deep breath, then did as he asked. She wasn’t very surprised to find herself incredibly wet. Why did this turn her on so much? They had never done phone sex before, but she couldn’t deny the arousal she felt from hearing David’s voice and knowing he was hearing her. She wondered what he was doing on his end of the phone.

“Are you wet, my love?”

“Yes.”

“You do know I love you, right?”

She did. He did love her, and she did know that. And she loved him, too. Somehow they had allowed themselves to forget this all-important fact, but it was still true.

“Yes, David. I do know. And I love you, too.”

“So you miss me right now?”

“Oh, David! You’re getting me all worked up over here, when you’re off in another city, hours away, with a snowstorm between us. Is this a special kind of cruelty?” She said that with a strained bit of laughter, then moaned very softly into the phone while continuing to touch herself. “David, I wish you were home. Right now.”

“I’ve sent you a gift.”

“A gift? How could you send me a gift? You just got off a plane in another city from where you’re supposed to be, another city from me.”

“I arranged for a special delivery. Open the front door.”

“What? I can’t do that! I’m naked!”

“No one will see, my love. Do this for me. Trust me. It’s waiting for you on the front porch. Just open the door.”

Kathleen had serious doubts now, but it was after Midnight, after all. David was right. Who would see? She would be quick, she wouldn’t actually step outside, just open the door and quickly grab whatever it was.

“Ok. You’re unbelievable, you know. I can’t imagine how you arranged a special delivery late at night on Christmas Eve in a snowstorm while stranded away from home.”

“I have my ways.”

She almost heard the smirk in his voice. She wondered if the gift was going to be something naughty, a sex toy or something of that sort. That would explain his mood and the phone call. She went to the door and peeked through the peephole. No one was there, of course, and the porch light was already out after the last guest had left, much earlier.

“All right, I’m opening the door. If I get mugged, it’ll be your fault!”

Kathleen unlatched the deadbolt and pulled the door inward. She was confused; there was nothing on the porch.

“There’s nothing here. It didn’t arrive. I hope you didn’t pay extra for this delivery.”

“Ah, but it did arrive, my love.”

David stepped into view from beside the doorway, cellphone to his ear, snowflakes covering the shoulders of his overcoat and sticking to his hair. Kathleen was so surprised she nearly dropped the handset. He grinned at her, taking her in from top to bottom, barely concealed behind the apron, then looked straight into her eyes and spoke into the phone again, so she heard his voice live and a half-second later as an echo through the handset.

“Merry Christmas, Kat. I love you.”

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[I have entered this story into Marie Rebelle’s “Wicked Wednesday” #134 for “Christmas 2014.” Click the button and be sure to read all the other entries!]