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"Film Major"







Tantilizing Tuesday post











Like electric current, her touch sent shivers through my body. My shackled hands longed to feel her soft, supple skin. Toying with me, she ran her delicate fingers over my erect and wanting nipples. 

With each breathless word and every move she made, Talia seemed oblivious to the camera that was capturing her. From the corner of my eye I could glimpse the screen, Erotic, sexy and seductive. She took control, for the first time she seemed free and followed no particular agenda; methodically she hovered over me, close enough to feel the warmth of her breath on my skin, yet to distant for my mouth to capture hers. 

What delightful torture she was. Talia pushed my knees apart then slinked between them like a cat on the prowl, slowly, sensually she moved forward brushing her lips to mine. Instinctively I went to draw her to me, the shackles clanked against the barren wall, I was reminded I was a prisoner, bound by her love and lust. 


Again she grazed her mouth to mine, beginning a slow rhythmic decent, her moist tongue gently, eagerly, caressing my taunt nipples. What decadent agony she could elicit from my body. My breath hitched...................

"A Gilded Cage"


Tantalizing Tuesday once again......
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Preparing her mind, as she dressed for his pleasure. Never having seen her face only the suppleness of her lips and the depth of her eyes, these were his windows to her soul. Adorned in jewels and feathers, yet nothing more. Obediently she awaited his arrival. His particular tastes were well known to her, the sting his crop, the slap of his hand, the softness of his mouth on her most private parts. She was his body and soul. Pleasure and pain walked hand in hand with him, rewards exquisite and expeditiously given, his punishments harsh. Yet he loved deeply.




"The Leather Rose"



A work In Progress.... 

Looking out his window on the flight from Chicago to Hannibal, Tristan began to wonder about going back to his hometown. I can’t believe how nervous I am about going back to Hannibal, what a fiasco that was to try to explain to my parents and to Abby’s, I am really glad we all didn’t end up in jail that night. Kendra walked in to Julian’s and the world stopped, she saw us all play-acting and thought we were trying to murder Abby. But it was all Abby’s idea to begin with, she was never the prudish type date, she was always pushing the envelope on some new kick or trying some new thing back then. I guess we all were just trying to find where we fit in the scheme of things. The three of us just thought hey what the heck let’s see what this was like. We had read a magazine and seen a few videos that Abby gave us and she wanted to be the submissive one to us dominant males, in a home made torture chamber for sexual pleasures. That sounded like a real turn on back then. So we got the gear and set a date the three of us could try it out.

Kendra was supposed to be at home for the night taking care of her younger sister, but her parents decided not to go out. Talk about bad timing. Kendra showed up at Julian’s place, she was seeing him then and wanted to tell him they could hang out after all.  When she walked in on all of us, well that’s when the world stood still. We couldn’t change fast enough, or get Abby untied fast enough, hell it had taken us 20 minutes to get her that way in the first place. By the time we had gotten her untied, Kendra had come back with the town sheriff. Julian, Abby and I all had a huge amount of explaining to do, none of it good, and the whole town had heard by the next morning. Julian and I both knew we couldn’t stay there and left a few days later.

I am so glad he and I have managed to keep our friendship I know Julian will be at Tierra’s wedding and that gives me a bit more courage in my attending. I am looking forward to seeing my sister, we have always been close and I am happy for her and her marriage. It will be nice to see the girls too. I really had a huge crush on Kendra back then and if she had not been seeing Julian, well, things might just have been a bit different for all of us.”

More of her guests had arrived and Tierra went to her room to finish getting ready for her big day, Kendra had remained her best friend over the years and was now here as her maid of honor, helping Tierra in her final moments of being a single woman awaiting her trip down the isle.

As Kendra was getting herself ready sitting in front of her mirror, she began to think of the last time all of them were all together.” I Keep having flash backs of that night, when I walked in on the three of them at Julian’s home. Abby bound, gaged and spread across that table blind folded, the two of them taking turns flogging her with a leather cat O nine tails, dressed in black leather thongs. Then there was me, as innocent as could be at the time. Not that in eight years I have gained all that much more education in the area of bondage or the whole BDSM life style, but at least now I would not become hysterical. And certainly not run and alert the sheriff. In any small town news travels fast, but this kind of news …traveled like greased lightening.

 Tristen’s reputation as the town football hero and all around good guy was irreparably tarnished, Julian the black sheep of the town, well that just added to his bad boy image all the more. And Abby, well she’s tried to live it down, she really has, but ultimately people remember her as the innocent victim of two sex crazed deviants. All of it because I walked in and freaked out…When I left Julian’s house screaming and thought Abby was being murdered.  I mean talk about sheltered childhood; I guess mine was the most sheltered ever. Back then my family never talked about sex, let alone things that people outside the mainstream of vanilla sex, can do with each other in the privacy off their own bedrooms.  And to be honest a part of me now wishes I was participating in that scene with them, I am so tired of being the “good girl” I want to experiment, try new things but with people I trust, not just some random guy that might hurt me. Maybe talking to Julian or Tristen at the wedding will do some good. But I have not seen either of them since about a week after that episode at Julian’s place eight years ago. They had both promised to come for Tierra’s wedding. I really want to see where this reunion could lead, and if either of them is still into the whole bondage scene.”

"Noise of the Day" (Poem)

here is a poem from my upcoming poetry book..... hope you enjoy .... hugs T









Candles burnt almost to their ends
Glasses, still filled with champagnes amber liquid
Bubbles having long faded in the night
We notice not these things
Enraptured with each other
Lost in loves bliss
Time stands still, and the moment lasts
In your eyes I see the reflection of myself
Looking at you filled with passion
Longing to feel your lips on mine
And to again,
Be within the confines of your embrace
I feel the warmth of your skin
The rhythm of your breath
The softness of your touch
And I draw you near to me
With the suns rise
Life again will be filled
With the noises of the day
And all manner of necessities of our time
But for now, in this solitary moment
We are all that exist
Lost to the outside world


Sated, in each other presence

"Last GoodBye"





















Time to go home, how that thought saddens me. But I have done what I came to do and there is no further reason for my presence here in this lovely riverside town.

I remember the first time Tom and I came here, looking out over the vastness of the river from our private balcony. We had been married all of six months, but he insisted I come with him on his business trip, to this lovely place, “a second honeymoon” he had said.  We loved it here so much we came back every year since then. Now I leave alone and for the last time, it would be too painful to return here again.

Tom passed away last month; his final request, to have his ashes laid over our river paradise.  And so it is done. Good Bye my love, one day we will again sit on the sun-drenched balconies of our beautiful river town.  Until then remember I love you.

The bellman standing in the doorway tells me it’s time to go, it is so hard to leave this place. Yet I find strength in knowing he will be where he was most alive and content.

"Tango Anyone?"


FlashFiction to tempt you



Every FRIDAY some very talented authors get together to broaden their horizons and stretch their boundaries; we are all given then same image and must write a complete story in 100-words exactly. Please join me and the rest of us for FLASH FICTION FRIDAYS and enjoy all the original works we offer.... thanks T



From the corner of the smokey cabaret he watched,  as it began, 
The Tango, sultry, sexy, explosive. Clothed intercourse on the dance floor. 
Each move exuding wanton desire.
Her partners hand gracefully moves up her thigh with each dip,
as she offers herself to him in turn, oblivious to the world around them.

Taking a drag off his cigar, watching them, coveting her,
his desire, his need for her grew with each pass on the floor. 
Seeing their hips moving rhythmically to the music, in perfect unison.
The Brandy he was consuming was of little comfort to him now as his mind 
filled with scenes of them together.

Her chestnut hair floating in the breeze of the dance, the velvety smoothness of her skin, as the small beads of sweat, fell, like droplets of rain from her as she moved. Her partners lips reaching for her, their legs entwined in musical embrace. 

She was fully aware of the control she had over him, she glanced in his direction.
Deliberately she made him want, skillfully she set the stage for her needs to be fulfilled. 
When the dance finished, and she returned to him, Lust and passion would collide sparking unfathomable ecstasy for each of them.

The Lumber-Jack



The Lumbe-Jack

She pulled in to her driveway, gracefully leaving her car
Then spied the handsome stranger, splitting logs not off too far
With each swing from his mighty ax
the logs beneath would yield
His strong grasp and rhymed thrusts,
 gave her mind a fantasy filled
She watched in awesome silence, the droplets glisten as they fell
off his handsome sweat soaked body, for it was hot as hell
With each stroke his well-toned muscles rippled as they danced
Tightening then relaxing, he took his woodsman’s stance
She sat upon her porch steps, her needs making their demands
As he plied his craft his instrument fit nicely in his hand.
The handsome stranger glanced; then caught her as she stared
He gave a lustful smile, in that moment they both shared
Emboldened by his twinkling eye, and the rueful way he stood
She knew within an instant, she could have him,
and she would.
With no further hesitation, her decision quickly made
She trod over to the stranger, inviting him to the shade
when they sat she noticed every bulge and curve
Then quietly, for an instant, she thought she’d lose her nerve
Before the time it took, for her to blink an eye
The handsome strangers hand, she found upon her thigh
As his other pulled her closer, cheek-to-cheek and eye-to-eye
Parted lips and wanton looks on both her face and his
The two now locked together in the passion of a kiss
Now I’ve got your attention with this story I have told
Use your imaginations but don’t let it grow too cold…

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