Posts tagged with “erotica”
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Shop Boy

Originally posted to Bait and Switch, my weekly column at Adult BackWash: Sunday June 23, 2002

"You put on quite a show last night, Chris." His Governess was standing at the foot of the bed, already dressed.

"That Mistress was quite upset by the time you finished your little comedy routine. It was very rude of you, Chris. You made a lot of people angry, including me."

Chris winced, remembering pieces of last night. "I'm sorry." He pulled the sheet down from his face and looked at her for the first time. It didn't look good. She was still angry, her lips pressed tightly together. In fact she was very angry for someone who seldom became angry. The fog clouding his mind began to clear as the need for self preservation drifted in. …more

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One Wet Afternoon

Originally posted to Bait and Switch, my weekly column at Adult BackWash: Sunday June 16, 2002

Chris was bored. Outside the rain beat down on the sloppy looking snow, melting it all away one flake at a time. The snowman he had made a few days ago looked like a forgotten science experiment. The head had fallen an hour ago, the body was listing to the left, only a shovel held it up. Of course, the whole thing was shrunken and pitted now. Chris thought of people who collected shrunken heads and wondered if anyone ever collected shrunken snowmen. Keeping them would require serious planning. Some sort of a freezer that wouldn't dry them out, he decided.

"Chris, did you get out there and shovel the path yet?" His Governess called from the den where she was working on his computer. …more

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Dining Table

Originally posted to Bait and Switch, my column at Adult BackWash: Sunday May 26, 2002

Thick, solid oak the new dining room table stood on four legs and wasn't likely to budge if a train hit it. If the legs hadn't been detachable, it never would have fit through the doors and into the house. The moving men were glad to see the last of it. Chris's Governess made sure to tip them and ask if they cared for a cold drink before they left. She made sure it was positioned exactly. She couldn't have shifted it around herself after they had left.

The first thing she did was dust and polish the table. It was elegantly carved with swirls down four sturdy legs and more carving on the sides of the table. The top was perfectly smooth and flat. She admired the wood grain as she stroked and rubbed and polished the table. Little Chris was going to be surprised. She smiled down at her reflection in the tabletop. There was still a lot to do before little Chris came home. …more

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Quotations Found While Writing Erotica

Collected for my column, Bait and Switch at BackWash. Will be fun to look for more. I'd forgotten about these.

"Many women believe that men are happier the more frequently they can have intercourse. This is not entirely accurate. What men truly enjoy is being aroused by their partner and remaining in an aroused state for a long period of time, while delaying orgasm as long as possible. This is a continuing theme of most of the best erotic literature, which in the story line, the woman is able to arouse a man, and keep him at a level just below that needed to achieve an orgasm. Women who have learned how to achieve this for their husbands generally have very happy husbands and solid long-term relationships." David Sebringsil

"We all enter this world the same way: naked, screaming, soaked in blood. But if you live your life right, that kind of thing doesn't have to stop there" - Dana Gould

"To play needs much work. But when we experience the work as play, then it is not work anymore." - Peter Brook

"Love well, whip well." - Benjamin Franklin

"Always make the audience suffer as much as possible." - Alfred Hitchcock

"The great object of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even though in pain." - Lord Byron

"Duty is not beneficial because it is commanded, but is commanded because it is beneficial." - Benjamin Franklin

"A man who has not passed through the inferno of his passions has not overcome them." - Carl Jung

"A thorn pricks you: It tells us the void is empty" - Zen Koan

"There are no gains without pains" - Benjamin Franklin

"Republicans understand the importance of bondage between a mother and child. - Former Vice President Dan Quayle

"Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional." - M. Kathleen Casey

"Think of three Things, whence you came, where you are going, and to whom you must account." - Benjamin Franklin

"It is certainly no crime to depict the bizarre ideas that nature inspires." - Marquis de Sade

"The only abnormality is the inability to love." - Anais Nin

"The eye of the master will do more work than both his hands." - Benjamin Franklin

"Most welcome, bondage, for thou art a way, I think, to liberty." - William Shakespeare

"Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain." - Kahlil Gibran

"Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past me I will turn to see fear's path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain." - Frank Herbert, from Dune

"The only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure." - Marquis de Sade

"There's nothing either good or bad ... but thinking makes it so!" - William Shakespeare

"There is no terror in the bang ... only in the anticipation of it." - Alfred Hitchcock

"A gentleman is one who never hurts anyone's feelings unintentionally." - Oscar Wilde

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Peeping Tom

Originally posted to Adult BackWash, Bait and Switch column: Monday May 13, 2002

Deep in their little homes in the night sky the stars winked down, shining their light on Chris's bare skin. The room, lit by only star and candlelight, was soothing, peaceful. Chris was fast asleep on the floor. His chest rising and falling, his eyelids twitching as he dreamed little dreams.

Stepping over his body, which was in the way of the bedroom door, his Governess kicked off her pointy-toed shoes. The wretched shoes had been annoying her all day. Undressing, finally getting rid of the confining business suit and clingy nylons, she tossed them on the end of the bed. At last free of her corporate bondage, she stretched her arms over her head and arched her back, enjoying the feel of her own muscles and noticing the little aches she had ignored until then. In only her panties and bra she dug in the drawer for her favourite shampoo and body wash. They weren't there. …more