The word for Wank Wednesday this week is: shine.

Man Slut Gets Wet

Water dripped from the end of his nose. Poor baby.

There he was, standing in a kiddie pool in the middle of the backyard, naked and feeling the chill even on such a humid day. I'd been hosing him with cold water while I watered the garden. My new innovation was to keep him blindfolded so he never knew when (or where) to expect the next soaking from the garden hose.

Blue balls are amusing; blue lips were a sign that the fun was over for him. Turning off the hose, I brought the big white towel and wrapped him up, rubbing it over his skin to take the chill off my poor little man slave.

"If you keep rubbing me that way something is going to pop out at you." He joked, his lips still shivering.

"Will I get three wishes?" I asked.

"Depends on what you wish for." He said.

Wrapping the towel around him, tucking his arms inside tightly, I took a moment to think. "Hmm, I wish for... real, home made hamburgers for dinner tonight."

He gave me a half bow. "That can be arranged to your satisfaction."

"Then I'd like to spend the evening reading the new book I started on the train this morning."

"Is that all you want to do this evening?" He asked.

"Mmm... I think so. Was there something else?"

"Well, I thought you might want to be nice to your man slave."

"True, I have taken a shine to him. He's been especially good lately."

"Good in what way?"

"Is he digging for compliments?" I laughed.

"No, no... He just wants to know what he did right so he can do it even better, and more often."

"I see. Well, he did let me laugh at him while he froze in the backyard today."

"So, he keeps you amused?"

"Yes." I pulled him out of the kiddie pool, careful he didn't slip while his arms were still tightly bound with the towel.

"Is that all?"

"He's a very good cook and a barista too. He makes me a great latte. He comes in handy when I don't want to carry all the groceries into the house. He's a good kisser too." I smiled, wickedly, pulling him down so I could let him kiss me.

The kiss was short, he was still too cold for me to let him stand there in the sliding door, half inside and half outside the house.

"He likes kissing you."

"Go to the bedroom man slave. You're still too cold. Luckily, I know how to warm you up, while being very nice to you."

"Yes Lady", he said. He turned, let the towel slip down his back and rest just under his butt cheeks as he walked away.

I laughed, "What a good little man slut you are!"

Reposting an erotic story I wrote in 2005. I wanted to write something about a succubus, so I did.

Wet Dreams

Max was cold. Calling a succubus had seemed like a good idea at the time. That was hours ago now. Lying naked on the floor, his alter of sex toys around him, waiting and yet dreading that some mythological creature would come for him. He felt like a willing victim to his own sacrifice. But, he was willing, more than willing after eleven years of celibacy. Even now, just lying naked on the cold floor, his cock was rock hard, pointing straight up and even angling back. No man in the world was more ready for sex right now than Max.

Nothing seemed to be happening though, other than his own growing arousal. There was something about preparing yourself for kinky sex that made you need it all the more. Just lying down in the midst of his altar had brought him to full arousal and kept him there. Thinking, half dreaming, of having a succubus appear and begin taking his body was almost enough to finish him off. But, he wasn't quite there. He wanted more than his own thoughts, his own hands stroking the well known patterns over his cock. He wanted a woman, even if she wasn't entirely real or at all predictable.

He'd looked up information about succubi on the Internet. Some sites seemed to consider them basically harmless, sexual beings who brought pleasure in exchange for energy. Then there were the stories of sexually draining their victims and leaving behind lifeless husks that were once human. Somehow, Max believed the more harmless and pleasurable version. His feelings were based on nothing factual, just a feeling.

Tonight seemed to be a write off though. He was very much alone in his cell. The clock showed quarter to four in the morning. He dared not remain like this much longer. If anyone saw him they'd bust a gut laughing and likely torment him about it forever. Max knew how long forever was, he was experiencing it.

The cold floor had leeched most of the warmth out of his skin by now so Max was surprised to feel warmth flood over him as he stood up. It felt like he had just wrapped himself in a quilt, fresh from the dryer. Strange, must be something to do with how cold he had let himself get on the floor. He put away his sex toys, back into hiding. Grabbing a cloth, he wiped his Pagan circle off the cell floor. Now there was no trace of his night time ritual. Too bad it hadn't worked.

"You called me."

A soft female voice whispered into his mind. No one was there, he was as alone as before. Yet he had heard it. Maybe it was just a trick of his tired brain.

"You called me."

This time he knew it wasn't a mistake. He felt a woman's body brush against his own naked back. Warm fingers trailed over his shoulders, down his sides and made swirls over his belly. There they met his straining cock and circled it, gripping tightly. That was not his imagination.

He looked down and saw her fingers. Slender, little womanly fingers wrapped around the shaft of his cock. It took every bit of his willpower to remain still and not cry out. No way did he want anyone waking up and coming to investigate. No way did he want to startle her away, now that she was here.

"You called me."

She slid a silky skinned leg between his own, her thigh pushing his own thighs apart. Then she leaned into him, the top of her thigh pushing into the bottom of his ass cheeks. He heard a female purr of sound then she slid her leg back down, stroking her thigh up and down between his own. His cock was now jerking in her hand, more than ready to shoot off. But he held back. He just needed to know he wasn't dreaming this all. He had to know this was more than his own fantasy.

"You called me."

She said it again, as if in answer to his thoughts. He turned his head to look back, needing to see her face. All he could see was shining, curly chestnut hair. She pressed her face into his back and began nibbling his skin. Her fingernails teased over the skin of his belly while the other hand rubbed his own wetness over the shaft and head of his cock. His hips pumped into her hand. His balls ached for release but still he forced himself to hold back.

Then, one of her warm little hands cupped his balls, held and gently squeezed him and he was lost. His orgasm shot out, followed by aftershocks. When he came back to his senses he was again lying on the floor, drained yet still warm with afterglow. Max expected she would be gone but she wasn't.

Now he could see her, really see her. She appeared very real, almost glowing with vitality and life. Her hair was dark and reddish, her eyes were deep blue and her bare skin was the colour of a pale peach. Overall she was incredibly soft, warm and vibrant.

"You called me." Her voice was just a whisper of sound. She didn't speak with her mouth but she did smile at him. She just faded away, like light leaving a room. Where she had been standing was only darkness and the glow of his clock radio. It was exactly 4:00 AM. He washed himself off, cleaned up as much as he could in the near darkness and went to bed for the couple of hours left.

She came to him again in his dream. This time she suspended him in mid-air above his bed and she rode him. His cock deep inside her hot pussy, her thighs gripped his hips tightly, a snug fit without the bed getting in the way. He was unable to move, unable to reach out and touch her breasts, her hair or taste her nipples. He wanted to, very badly, but she denied him any movement. He watched her breasts bounce and her hair sway as she rode him. He was only able to pant, moan and squirm under her. She rode him through three orgasms, his, not hers. She never orgasmed though she was very tight, wet and pulsing around his cock the whole time. After his fifth orgasm when he felt he really couldn't endure any more attention from her, when his balls felt raw from over use, she bit him. Nothing much, he was so completely drained he almost didn't notice. If anything he'd say it was a love bite. Something changed in him though. He didn't have time to think much as he was deeply asleep while she was still straddling his body, floating back to the bed below.

He woke up to a bucket of ice water being poured over him. The prison guard glared down at him. "This isn't a hotel. What the hell's wrong with you this morning?" Then he was alone. Max dressed quickly and started his day. His body was sore and stiff all over. He dragged himself through the day, having no energy for anything. All day he felt protests from his muscles as if they hadn't been used in years. There were no marks on his skin, other than the love bite.

That night he waited, hoping she would come again and yet not sure if he could survive if she did. When he slept she came to him again. This time she aroused him, stroking his cock, balls, back, belly, thighs, every bit of skin on his body with soft strokes from her fingers and hair. She caressed him all over, gently. Teasing him to the point of madness, till his balls felt so tight they could be rolled as marbles and his cock was like a gun with a hair trigger. How she kept him from orgasming he didn't know. Max felt his balls tighten, ready to shoot, countless times. But, each time he was denied. He woke up in the morning feeling even worse than yesterday and extremely frustrated and easily annoyed all day. His cock was of course rock hard and even the coldest water in the shower had little effect on his hard cock or his blue balls. This time he hoped she wouldn't come again.

He stayed up reading a book he didn't much enjoy. But, after a whole day of walking funny he was finally beginning to feel a little ease as his cock softened a bit and the blood was able to flow to other parts of his body. The time was nearly 3:00 AM when he felt he might be able to get to sleep, if he really tried. He turned out the night light, put down his book and got as comfortable as he could manage.

She came again, in his dream. This time she almost seemed to sympathize with him. There was no sex, she just snuggled up with him under the blankets. Her hand gently stroked his cock until he orgasmed, once. She stayed after, letting him kiss her and caress her body. He held her, sucked her nipples, ran his fingers through her long hair and over her soft skin. When he would have dipped his fingers in her pussy she pushed his hand away. But he felt the heat coming from her, like a space heater he once had in his home office. There was no sign of her in the morning. He had a much better day, feeling more like himself and yet far better than he had in eleven years.

Max didn't have another visit from her. He had decided she wouldn't be back or was just a really amazing wet dream. Some nights he would get to sleep early, hoping for another encounter. He began to lose weight. The doctor couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. He just seemed to be draining of life. They thought he must have some kind of cancer but nothing could be found. He was sent to the local hospital, then moved to a bigger one for more extensive testing. He was a mystery to them all. At the end of a year he looked like a walking skeleton, his hair was falling out, his eyes were kind of glassy and unfocused and his nails looked yellow and brittle.

That was when she came go him again. She looked even better than he remembered. He was such a dried up husk of a man he couldn't even get an erection. She didn't try to seduce or arouse him though. She just smiled and said, "You called me.", as if to remind him of a promise made. Dying wasn't so bad, it didn't hurt at all. Max's last thought was how much he would have liked one last wet dream with her.

I wrote this several years ago and just found it again in a bunch of old files I had backed up on a disk. Originally written for when I wrote a weekly column at Adult BackWash. I'm not sure if it was ever posted there or something I was planning to work on a bit more.

"How can you feel something if you're not real?" Deborah stepped away from the bed. Her jeans swished softly as she passed in front of the naked man standing in the closet doorway.

He reached out to touch her as she walked past but she avoided his hands. "I am real and I can feel everything you can. I can even reach out and feel you. Your skin is so soft and smooth. Why would you think I couldn't feel that or feel pleased by touching you?"

"You're a machine, you don't have skin, bones, blood, anything that makes you mortal, human."

"No, but I was made to feel. Not just feeling as a sense of touch but feeling as emotions too." He raked a hand through his hair and sighed. "Can't you forget I'm an android and just let me love you?"

"I don't know. It's always in my mind, as you kiss me I know your lips were made with rubber alloys. When you touch my hand I know your fingers were created to an exact shape and length to be pleasing to women. When you carry me to bed sometimes I listen to see if I can hear the mechanics whirring inside of you." She stood at the window overlooking the cityscape and turned away from him. "There are times I wonder if you really feel anything or if it's all just part of the programming you were built with." …more

A Guide to Writing and Marketing Dark Erotica By Duana R. Anderson

Dark Erotica Defined 'Dark erotica' is not easily defined. In fact, everyone has their own idea of what it is. I have seen 'dark erotica' described as: sexual horror, erotic horror, gothic erotica, pagan erotica, dark fantasy, romantic horror, gothic romanticism, fetish, BDSM, alternative, underground, urban erotica, paranormal romance, romantic tragedy, science fiction and fantasy, which primarily fall under the huge heading of genre or speculative fiction. There seems to be no limit to what 'dark erotic' includes from moody and atmospheric, to sensual and romantic, to raw, edgy, provocative, dark, sinister, bizarre, smutty, sexy, sizzling, urban and utterly pornographic. The only limit is your own imagination.

The keys words here are FEAR and LUST.

FEAR and LUST are at the root of our primal emotions. They originate from the swampy beginnings of our ancestral birth at the core of our reptilian brains. It was these instincts that saved our species from extinction, through procreation and by anticipating unforeseen dangers. They come naturally to us.

Likewise, we are junkies to FEAR and LUST. That's why we crave a good scare from a horror movie, or long to crawl under the sheets with an erotic novel. We receive the same kind of sensations from a terrifying experience, as we do from sexual arousal. Both are manifested by similar physical responses in our bodies. Both embody an element of danger, which is quite compelling.

It is not unusual then, that FEAR and LUST have an interwoven relationship, each feeding off the other like a pair of sycophants. Our thirst for each is naturally intensified, and 'dark erotica' has become the embodiment of both.

Writing Dark Erotica One thing 'dark erotica' is not however, is badly written trash. There seems to be a misconception that all erotica is just sex scenes and all horror is visceral in-your-face splatter gore fiction. Excessive violence and explicit sex does not make a 'dark erotic' story. You can have these elements in a story, but they are not what drives the story. 'Dark erotica', just like all well written fiction in any genre includes intriguing, well-developed characters, a plot with conflict, a mood, atmosphere, interesting setting, well-written prose, good punctuation, grammar, spelling. 'Dark erotica' doesn't even need to have any "sex" in it at all. It can be sensual, a mood that is seductive or a writer's style that is evocative.

Don't be afraid to tease you readers like a stripper, slowly revealing more as you arouse their curiosity. Never forget that the mind is also an erogenous zone as well, and appeal to all the senses. Yes, 'dark erotica' can even be intelligent and literate. The same applies to explicit violence and gore. Often, what is not revealed can be more provocative and creepy. As the saying goes: "It is not enough to Conquer, One must know how to Seduce."--Voltaire. That is not to say that explicit sex scenes and the macabre are not welcome in 'dark erotica', but they must be done well.

If you are not sure what 'dark erotica' is or how to write it, then read plenty of it. Simply punch 'dark erotica' into a search engine (my new favorite is GOOGLE.COM) and start to explore the complexities and styles of this genre. I have listed many online venues in the markets section of this article. Choose quality sites and stories as your guides. Write what turns you on personally. Explore your deepest, darkest fantasies. Hone your skill, develop your own personal voice and style, and let your imagination be your muse.

Market Research Finding markets is now made easier with the advent of the Internet. To find good markets try 'publishers of erotica' in a search engine. Scour the market lists such as Scavengers, Gila Queen, and Spicy Green Iguana. If you prefer pulp, buy books and magazines you enjoy and send away for the guidelines. Buy a "best of" anthology and note the previous publishers on the copyright page, as many of the stories are reprints. Who are your favorite authors? Who is publishing them? Keep a list of these publishers on your hard drive so you can access them when you have a story ready for a specific market.

Most publishers of 'dark erotica' are looking for fiction that goes beyond the norm and cross-breeds a variation of genres into a new age mixture. These publishers are interested in experimental fiction that cannot be pigeon-holed and explores new styles and ways of "telling a story." This is why 'dark erotica' has become so popular over the past few years. 'Dark erotica' is at the forefront of the evolutionary speculative fiction genre.

There are, however a few things that most publishers no longer want to see. These include vampire fiction, werewolves, bondage dungeons, typical monsters, typical scenarios without any new slants or imagination. That's not to say that they won't publish these types of fiction, but they better be a) Great, and b) a new twist on an old theme. With that in mind, it is a good rule of thumb to research specific markets to find out exactly what that publisher wants.

Starting Out So, if 'dark erotica' is such a great up-and-coming genre, how come I can't find any good paying markets, you might ask. There are paying markets out there. You just have to do you research. I have included a few markets and resources on the web at the end of this article for you to use as a starting place.

When you are first starting in this genre, you may want to try some of the non-paying high quality markets to get your foot in the door. As a writer of 'dark erotica' myself I believe authors should be compensated for the outpourings of our soul. On the other hand, many 'dark erotic' markets are underground and small press, alternative publications and can't afford to pay professional rates, paying only in contributor copies or royalties or sometimes only in exposure. This can often be discouraging to writers starting off in the genre. So, why do it?

It certainly is not to get rich, unless any of you are entertaining thoughts of becoming the next Stephen King. But there are advantages to submitting to low or non-paying markets.

One is publishing credits. This is especially important for novice writers. I don't recommend submitting to any old place, just to see your name in print. Do your homework. Read publication guidelines, look at who they are publishing, find out how well respected they are. Once you get your foot in the door the editor may turn you on to other publications and projects they are working on that do pay. The more widely your work is read, the more you build a name for yourself. This will in turn lead to publications that pay. I have found this to be the case for myself.

And finally. Do it because you love/want/need to. Because you have all these deep dark fantasies burning in your mind that you must exorcize by putting pen to paper (or fingers to key board, which ever the case may be). Isn't that why we all write anyway? Because we can't stop ourselves? So go on now. Scare me with your dark verse. Entice me with your steamy words. Enter me with your tales of fear and lust, darkly and deeply.

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Bio: duana r. anderson is an author, poet, artist, photographer and filmmaker. Her works explore the genres of dark erotica, horror, dark fantasy and gothic romance. Her short stories, articles and poetry had been most recently featured in Suspect Thoughts, Gothic Net, Amoret Journal, Waning and Waxing, Venus or Vixen, Earwig Flesh Factory, Scarlet Letters and Tears on Black Roses. New works will be appearing soon in the next issues of Parchment Symbols and Dancing Skinless. Visit her cyber lair 'The Daughter of Darkness' to find out more about her upcoming illustrated chapbook 'Blood Feast: Tales of Vampire Seduction', and to unearth the worms that crawl inside her mind: http://www.necrobabes.org/duana/

One of the traditional romantic and sensual things a submissive male can do for his Dominant woman is provide a bath. Set out (or buy her new) soaps, lotions, scrub brush and so on. Pay attention to what she likes so you won’t get it wrong when the time comes for you to please her.

However, what does a poor boy do when his Dominant woman does not care for taking a bath? What if she is a shower only type? I myself, far prefer a steamy, hot shower to becoming waterlogged in a bath tub. The only plus I can see to it is soaking off some skin cells and reading a good book. But, I’d rather scrub off after the shower and read in a cosy coffee shop or an even cosier bed.

Does this mean a boy can’t please his Woman? Of course not, silly boys.

Instead of planning for her to have a long soak you plan a nice scrub. Get her a new bath brush. Yes, she may already have one in the shower or the bathroom. (If so, see that as a bonus in that you will know what to get her when you shop for a new brush). Find a brush with a nice long handle and if you don’t know what kind of bristles she likes find something that will give her a scrub but not hurt her lovely skin.

Next, find her some scented shower soap. This is not the same as soap for the bath. Bath soap is designed to sit in the water and not dry out the skin. Shower soap (or gel) lathers quicker and is meant to be washed off quickly rather than sit on the skin. Assume she has sensitive skin. Better to be have shower soap for sensitive skin and be wrong rather than finding out she has sensitive skin when she is all itchy or worse. You can get lovely smelling soaps for sensitive skin at places like the Body Shop. Find others by looking around, paying attention to where she already shops, or just ask her where she gets the soap she uses.

What scent does she like? Pick something she does not already have, but might like to try. If you know she likes lemony scents, get something citrus. If you know she likes floral, try wildflower scents. That should be simple enough to figure out. You may get the same scent for shampoo and conditioner or something similar. Make sure the shampoo is also a good quality in case she does have sensitive skin. Don’t get one which is very perfumy unless you know she uses something like that already. She could have allergies to perfume or any very strong scent. You may also pick up a body lotion, thinking along the same lines. Does she use a pumice stone or something else to slough off the skin at the bottom of her feet? Find out.

Every woman likes a different order to her shower. This is something you will have to find out as you go along. Be prepared. Have the shower soap, shampoo, conditioner, scrub brush and some lotion if she uses that ready. Bring it all into the bathroom and display it for her to see. She may prefer to shower without your help. Don’t argue, but you could offer to scrub her back if she wishes. This gives her a chance to decide if after all you could be useful as it isn’t easy to reach her own back for a good scrub. But, the long handled brush does help so she will be fine without you if that is her choice. Don’t push it! One of you is the submissive and it is NOT her.

If she does allow you to scrub her with the brush pour a little soap on the brush (or on her skin if she prefers) and brush her skin gently. Start with the back as this is a sensual area which gives you a fairly even surface to practice on. Take come time to find out how to stroke her skin. How hard or soft, which direction or is it best done in circles? Experiment and ask her what she likes. Next, scrub her legs and arms. Only work inward to her chest and belly when she signifies that she wishes you to do so. If you get this far don’t forget to scrub under her breasts not just the breasts themselves. This is a sensual shower but still a shower. She wants to come out of this as clean and fresh as if she had cleaned herself.

Have the shampoo and conditioner ready when she wants to wash her hair. She may prefer to do this first. If you wash her hair you should make sure the shampoo gets a good lather and once it does, massage her scalp. Rinse out the shampoo, it may need to be applied a second time to get a good lather and clean the hair well enough. The conditioner will have instructions for how long it needs to sit on the hair. Read them ahead of time and follow them. Rinse the hair well of all conditioner and shampoo. If the conditioner has worked well you should be able to carefully and gently finger comb her hair while still in the shower. This will make the job of combing out after the shower much, much easier. If she wants you to provide more service she will let you know. Don’t even ask her. Let her take the lead. You are there to give service, not take it.

If you have scrubbed her all over, including her face (using a washcloth). Step aside and begin putting everything away, or at least make it tidy on the bathroom counter. Stand ready for her to come out, holding a towel and have another on hand should she wish one for her hair. If she wants you to dry her off with the towel ask if she would like her skin to be rubbed or just daintily patted dry.

After the shower she may like the lotion or a pumice stone for her feet. You should have those prepared and set out for her as well. It may be your next service to apply the lotion or pumice stone for her. If not, stand outside the bathroom, out of the way until she calls for you or tells you to move elsewhere. You may dry and comb or brush her hair. Chances are this will not be something you can do without some previous training.