Originally published in Adult BackWash: Monday September 30, 2002
"Well here I am, what's the big surprise?"
The room remained just as dark and quiet. Shelly waited, one hand touching the concrete wall, keeping track of the door she had just closed behind her.
"Did someone fall asleep at the switch?" Shelly called, a little louder. Still nothing. …more
Here, in Adult BackWash, it's my job to be provoking. Not thought provoking, though I expect your brain comes into it at some point. Just provoking in a naughty, flirting, seductive way. It's usually fun. When I'm in the mood to be provoking.
Sometimes I would rather be provoking in a different way. I'm contrary. If you say black I might just say yellow, just to be provoking and contrary. Of course, I don't say white, that would cross the line from provoking to aggravating. I'd rather stick with provoking, it's more fun and easier to get out of later if things don't work out quite as planned.
When I chat on IRC, I enjoy being provoking there too. I don't get there too often these days. I used to be an IRC diva, back when I was still a virgin. One of those nice girls longing to test out being bad, or at least a bit naughty. Now, having been there and done that a few times, I'm just me again. That nice girl with an underlying, lurking streak of wickedness.
Evil? Well, that could be next. I'd really need the right partner. Do you know any men who want a sexy, provoking, contrary, seductive woman with a lot of t and a?
Fooled you. I'm not all that, really. In truth I'm a soccer Mom without the husband, kids, minivan, picket fence, garden or pets.
Originally posted to Adult BackWash, my weekly column was Bait and Switch: Wednesday September 04, 2002
When I finish writing this column I'm going to strip off my clothes, all of them.
First, my shirt, just pull it off over my head and let it fall to the bed. I won't bother with the buttons. Next, the bra, its tight and confining. Today it left a crease in my skin, right under my breast. I guess its time I bought some new bras. Maybe something red and slinky with matching panties.
I like stripping off the top first. I like my breasts, seeing them, holding them. I have large, round, smooth and silky-skinned breasts. More than a handful for my hands.
I'll pull off my pants and toss them onto the bed too. I wore jeans today. Jeans can be confining too. It's always so nice to get them off. My panties will follow. I wore pink cotton panties today, nice for the humid summer day.
Then I'll be naked. The house is dark. The hallway will be softly dark and quiet. I like stepping out into the hall, knowing there is some small chance someone will come out and see me. In about 5 seconds I will be in the bathroom. Often, I will stop to admire my breasts in the mirror before I get the shower water running.
Once the water is nice and hot and the steam has begun leaking out through the shower curtain, I'll step into the shower. My soap and shampoo are already there. I have a delicious vanilla shampoo and conditioner I've been using lately.
Standing in the water, I'll get wet all over. I like to have the water run in my face and down my body. Washing off the day.
I always wash my hair first. My hair is long and curly, it takes a bit of time to wash and rinse it. Usually I shampoo it twice. I'll run my fingers through the wet hair and rub my scalp. When I use the conditioner I like to finger comb it through my hair.
I'll start washing my body then. I'll squirt soap into the palm of my hand, rub my hands together and spread soapy lather over my chest and breasts first. Under the breasts, over them and then down my belly. I lather up my arms and legs and stretch to reach my back. Then, my neck, face and my behind. Last, I wash my pussy. Its much simpler with the shower hose, that kind that you can pull it around and rinse up close. I like to be sure I wash all the soap out of every nook and cranny.
Once I'm squeaky clean, I'll have an all over rinse. If I were in a hurry or tired I'd just get out at that point. But, tonight, I'll take some time to enjoy the water. I love having hot, pulses of water massaging and pouring down my back. I know some women like to have pulses of water in other places. Not me. For me its much more sensual for the water to run over my back, getting all those good spots.
When I've had enough I will turn off the water, drip dry a few seconds and wring water out of my hair. I'll step out of the shower, carefully. I don't want to slip on the floor in my bare, wet feet. I almost never use a towel to dry off. I like being wet, my skin all slippery and shiny with water droplets. Back, down the hall, naked and wet. In my bedroom, I will put on a nightie. Tonight I have picked out something pretty and pink, left over from my honeymoon.
So, that's what I'll be doing when I finish writing this column.
This was originally posted to HubPages. However, they unpublished it (and several other posts) because it was too adult.
I've written erotica and non-fiction adult content too. It's not as dramatic as people want to think. The worst reaction I had was from my Mother and a sister when they found out. But, once I showed them what I was writing they mellowed out about it.
I've written erotica and sold it too. I also write non-fiction for adult sites. It's an interesting market. I get ideas and experience which work well for me when I'm writing in other markets, venues and genres too.
There is a big difference in writing erotica versus plain, pure pornography. One of the differences is that porn sells a lot easier then gets passed around online without any credit to the original author. Erotica writing is better in the long run, even for making money, because anyone who wants to hire you based on what you have written, can actually find you. …more
Originally posted to Adult BackWash, my weekly column was Bait and Switch: Saturday August 03, 2002
Chris stumbled along, blindfolded and unable to see whatever he was stumbling over. He was glad to be wearing boots at least. The trail had far too many rocks and tree branches scratching his upper body. With his hands secured in front of him, he was unable to protect himself. His Governess had strapped a heavy pack onto his back and he could feel something solid thud into his back each time he stumbled. The wind blew the chill of autumn nipped at his bare skin, bringing goose bumps and shivers along his tall frame.
His Governess walked behind him encouraging him to keep moving. She used something that made the sound of a whip and had the sting of a whip too. Chris knew she didn't own a whip though. Chris plodded along, trying to feel for his steps but not being given the time to do so with his Governess whipping his tender bottom and urging him to keep going. …more