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Unbroken by Oleander Plume
A Meal And A Show
Fucking Snow
Getting Off Is So Much Fun
Wicked Wednesday – Merry Christmas
Advent Calendar 24

Erotic Non-Fiction

Christmas Drinks At The Y
Nothing But Mouth
The things he does
The First Submission
Canadian Mist, Eggnog, Ginger Ale and You.
A Peachy Night
Skeletons In My Closet
Humiliation of an ex-Nazi submissive 28
a most pleasant fuck
Sex on Meth
Unwrapped

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All Health Care Costs Are Not Created Equal
Keep Private Lives Private
The Myth of Magnum

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My Subby Not-Quite-Year
He’s Got The Look
On femininity and rebellion
What Fifty Shades Doesn’t Tell You
Humiliation: hotness and hard-limits
Beginner’s Guide to Electro Sex – Essentials

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Because of the Way He Held Me
Cricket – A Lusty Limerick

Writing About Writing

7 Signs You’re An Erotica Writer
Why Do I Do What I Do

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Munches, The Club and Beyond (Part 1)

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He brought me bacon.
Menstruation. Does it weird you out?

 

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The Assistant and The Contortionist (a short scene for #wickedwednesday)

THE ASSISTANT  AND THE CONTORTIONIST (a short scene for #wickedwednesday) by Sage L Mattison

Happy New Year! I had no idea what to post this week so went on a search of a few meme’s I knew for sex bloggers and writers and once I read the prompt for WickedWednesday, I instantly had an idea for a scene!

The prompt is: office affairs. My tale is probably a bit different that what you would think of for an office affair but it was a lot of fun to write!

Hope you enjoy this scene as much as I enjoyed writing it.

THE ASSISTANT AND THE CONTORTIONIST

Jade took a few deep breaths while she sat in her car outside the studio. She had been an assistant for Robert for over a year now but it was their first shoot with a model. Robert usually photographed objects for print ads and such but in his spare time, he liked to shoot acrobats and people who worked in the circus.

Jade wasn’t very good with new people and wasn’t exactly sure what her role would be for the day. As she smoothed out her honey blonde waves and slicked on chapstick one more time, butterflies flew around her belly.

“You can do this, Jade. It’s just another day at the office.” She muttered to herself, gathering her purse and grande mocha before exiting her car.

“Morning, Jade.” Robert greeted her as she entered the large warehouse building he owned. He was an older man, in his fifties with graying hair. Jade always supposed he was good looking for an older man but he was like a father to her, a mentor and a friend.

“Morning.” Jade replied as she stowed her purse and coat in the small kitchen. “What’s the plan?”

“Amelia will be here in about a half hour. I have the background ready, just need to move some lights and do a few tests.”

“Sounds good.” Jade replied with a smile, setting to work with pulling out the strobes, umbrellas and reflectors she knew Robert would want. They got the lights in place and Robert had her stand in where Amelia would so he could test the lights. They fiddled with the settings, strength, umbrella angles and positions of the strobes for the next half hour.

Jade was feeling confident and centered again by the time there was a brief knock at the door before it opened.

“Ello?” A soft, feminine voice rang out.

“Amelia, welcome!” Robert abandoned his place behind his camera and went to greet the girl.

Jade finished tightening the new reflector to the light as Robert showed Amelia to the small kitchen to set down her stuff. Squaring her shoulders, Jade took a deep breath and turned as the pair came to say hello.

“Amelia, this is my assistant Jade.” Robert said and Jades gaze turned to the British woman. Amelia was stunning. She was a few inches taller than Jade’s petite size, her brown hair cropped short just below her ears. Her green eyes were large and almond shaped, her lips thin but turned up in a smile that made Jade’s heart stutter. Amelia’s frame was lithe and very thin, her breasts small but perfectly proportioned under her tank top and sweats.

“Nice to meet you,” Jade said with a smile and held out her hand.

“Likewise.” Amelia’s smile widened as she placed her hand in Jade’s, a tingle ran up her arm at the touch and she felt her nipples harden beneath their lace cups.

“I just need to adjust a few settings and I’ll be good to go. Jade, can you help Amelia change if she needs it?” Robert said and then walked away to his camera, fiddling with the side.

“Um…Do you need help?” Jade asked with a raised eyebrow, her heart beating overtime, her palms suddenly sweaty.

“Oh, that would be lovely. I hate trying to put the corset on myself!” Amelia laughed, it was light and airy and made Jade shiver as she followed the girl back to the kitchen. The closed the door for privacy and Amelia started taking things out of her back and lying them on the table.

“Would you like some water?”

“Brilliant, thanks.”

“So, what do you do?” Jade asked as she grabbed two bottles from the fridge, handing one to Amelia who was holding up to corsets, trying to pick between them. “The green one.” Jade suggested and felt wetness soak through her panties when Amelia smiled at her in appreciation.

“I normally do rope aerial but the last few years I’ve started practicing contortionism and I really needed some pictures for my portfolio so that’s what we’ll focus on today.” Amelia took the bottle of water, her fingers grazing Jade’s.

“Wow, that’s pretty amazing.” Jade replied and then took a large drink of her water, hoping to calm her nerves and throbbing core. When her gaze moved back to Amelia, she barely held back a groan of wanting. Amelia was down to her black lacy panties only, no bra to speak of.

Jade stared at the woman, unable to turn her gaze away from her small, pert breasts. Her nipples were erect and a deep rose color. Her stomach was flat, toned and adorned with a small diamond on her belly button. Jade’s mouth filled with saliva, an overwhelming need to suck on those breasts filled her being.

“Go ahead,” Amelia’s voice broke Jade’s trance and her eyes immediately snapped up to those green eyes.

“What?” Jade asked, a blush rising to her face.

“I said, go ahead.” Amelia’s tone was low, heavy with what Jade hoped was lust. The taller woman took a step closer to Jade, their feet touched, her chin aligned with Jade’s eyes. Jade felt her breathing hitch as she glanced up, seeing Amelia’s pulse pounding erratically in her throat. “Please.” Amelia whispered and Jade moaned quietly in response.

Jade slowly brought her hand up, palming one of the small breasts. It fit so perfectly in her hand and Amelia arched her back, pressing closer to Jade. Their hips touched and Jade wiggled herself closer while bending her head. Her breath came in pants, warm as it danced over Amelia’s skin and she watched at the nipple grew harder before her gaze.

Her thumb coursed over the bud just before her tongue descended. She twirled her tongue around the rose-y ring, her other arm going around Amelia’s lower back, pulling the contortionist closer.

“Ah!” Amelia exclaimed as Jade bit lightly on the nipple and then sucked it hard into her mouth. Amelia’s hands gripped Jade’s shoulders, digging in as her hips rocked in response.

“Everything okay, ladies?” Robert’s voice came through the door and Jade jerked back, her chest heaving as she took in gulps of air.

“Fine, Robert. My costumes are a bitch, we’ll be out soon!” Amelia answered, her voice perfectly smooth and controlled while Jade felt so out of control. Her legs felt like jelly, her core was soaking wet and throbbing, her nipples ached for attention.

“Come on, love.” Amelia said and turned to slip the corset around her body, covering her small breasts. “Let’s do this shoot and then we can go somewhere,” Amelia smiled over her shoulder at Jade.

“Okay.” Jade replied with a smirk and stepped forward, lacing the garment around the woman.

To be continued…

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7 Signs You’re An Erotica Writer…

7 SIGNS THAT YOU’RE AN EROTICA WRITER… by Sage L Mattison

You make constant dick jokes when watching TV and movies

When my husband and I watch TV, if there’s a couple of guys who are too close (physically or emotionally) I talk about how they want to rub their dicks together. It’s fun to imagine characters together when romance or sex has nothing to do with the plot of the show. Plus it makes my husband laugh.

After a romp in the hay, you think about what things you did would be fun to write in your next sex scene.

Or you have to do the deed to test out a move or flick of the tongue that you wrote and aren’t sure is physically possible.

You read a book from another genre and get annoyed when there’s a lack of sex.

I mean, come on! Especially if there’s a romance and they do the whole “fade to black” or just never talk about the two people fucking. How boring.

You struggle when picking character names.

Because so many are off limits due to family members and how could you possible pick the name of your brother and write your other characters shouting their name in ecstasy when they come?!

You live half your internet life in “incognito mode”.

Because as much as you do some practice of techniques or have past experiences, some things you just have to Google and you really don’t want your 5 year old finding out what frot/frottage or an airtight seal is.

You know all your readers assume that if you write about BDSM, you are in the lifestyle.

If you write about lesbians, you must be one. If you write about a foot fetish, you must have one.

You still haven’t told your parents what/that you write.

And you constantly worry and wonder if would it be better for them to know you write smut or for them to be reading your work without knowing it’s yours?

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