Wicked Wednesdays

-


You will never make a good girl out of me...
but you can tie me up and try.

-Neon

My book Strapped for Survival and the bonus story Wine Not are available now -
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B088DXMCG1

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Freaky friday

-
As her red cock eased into him, he almost went ballistic and came from the stretching alone. He was full. Blissfully full. His groans were that of beast. She fucked him, slow at first, then drove her red phallus harder, faster, uncontrolled by muscles or mind, but by spirit. Ravaging him past the moon and into the eternal. -Neon My book Strapped for Survival and the bonus story Wine Not are available now - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B088DXMCG1
Read more

The Pull of Daisy's Trigger - 4th of July Special (Ammosexual)

-
Image
It's been some time since Daisy has been to the firing range. She got the call that her AR-15 was waiting for her to be picked up. First thing she did after was grab her prize. The gunsmith gave her four magazines filled to the brim. She saw a fifth one. It’s gold plated and wondered what that was. "Oh those," the gunsmith looked at the mag. "You wouldn't want 'em." "Why not, are they illegal or something?" Daisy inquired. "Nope, no. Not illegal. Just uh, special?" "Like IQ of 65 special or…?" "Look, if you want them, I'd be happy to sell 'em you." "What are they?" "...Special." "Fine. I'll take the special mag. How much?" "$1000." "What the fuck, Jerry?" "I told ya girlie, they're special." Daisy scoffed into a chuckle. Laughed even harder when she considered the price. Holy shit, she was really buying them. "These better fire so well...
Read more

How It All Started and It's Not Always at the Beginning

-
I published on Kindle for the first time in my life. A scifi pegging erotica named Strapped for Survival. You can find it here on Amazon. Give me a click some time 😉 Strapped for Survival So why did I do this? Well, when the horn blows for your ship to dock, you must not, under any circumstances, ignore it. The angel blew his trumpet called Covid-19. Its glory and madness reigned down. I lost my job. It was a fine job. One where I was happy to earn a living and keep doing the things I wanted to do. On off days, and no where to go, I wrote. Wrote until my fingers hurt and the paint on my nails chipped. The fires burned as the coal was shoved in my furnace...or until someone called who was free to hang out. One day as I was writing, Val came over unannounced. I told her what I was doing, told her it was erotica in nature. She asked if she could read it. I told her no. Embarrassment is the tune of that trumpet. Three wine glasses later, she took advantage of me. She re...
Read more