Posted March 15, 2010 by phlye
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Curveball, Pt 3

Posted October 15, 2017 by phlye
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‘You like my ass.’

Even absent the upward inflection, Travis felt compelled to mumble in the affirmative.

‘My big…FAT…ass.’

A pause. ‘Yes.’

‘You paused.’

Amy had managed to denude Travis to a state equal to hers, but they remained in her living room apart from that. Miles Davis ‘So What’ played softly on Amy’s stereo while she rested on her haunches and sucked on Travis’ scrotum, one ball at a time.

‘I meant no disrespect.’

‘Ever the gentleman. Wanna fuck it?’

Scrotum-seize – this, after only a few minutes since his first orgasm.

‘Look…Amy,’ Travis began, attempting to still her by gripping her head…

‘…mmm…harder…’ which Amy most certainly did with her mouth.

‘No, I…aaah…please…’

Amy looked up at Travis with incredibly endearing puppy eyes. Too irresistible!

‘Come. Let’s sit on the couch,’ Amy said, taking Travis’ hand.

‘Look…I like you,’ Travis stammered, searching for the right words while trying to still his pounding heart.

‘My curves? My passion? My, erm…enthusiasm?’ Amy’s smile was devilishly disarming.

‘Yes, but…I mean…are you always like this? I mean, so early in the game?’

‘Huh,’ Amy replied, with eyes cast downward. ‘Normally guys would leap at the opportunity to fuck around, no strings…I dunno. Maybe it IS me.’

‘No, no – you’re fine…you’re hot,’ Travis said, taking Amy’s hand while trying not to stare at her 42DD’s with sand dollar aureolas and hard, button-sized nipples. Her mocha complexion covered her entire body, and Travis was definitely having a hard time focusing.

‘So is there a problem? You like me… you’re obviously turned on…ohhh…maybe you’ve never been with a nympho before…’

‘A…what? No… I mean, yes… I don’t know…the point is…’

‘Maybe you need a little more time to think about this.’

Amy’s final words echoed in his head as Travis sat, now in his window-fogged car, just outside her apartment.


After slightly less than fifteen minutes, Travis hit ‘redial’ on his cell.


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Curveball, Pt 2

Posted October 15, 2017 by phlye
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Travis had no expectations for his date as he arrived on Amy’s doorstep. Her cheery ‘hello’ when she buzzed him in via the intercom had given nothing away. They’d talked about simply moving coffee to a more intimate locale; Starbucks was always so noisy. They could barely hear each other half the time, and it was always busy.

‘Well, hey,’ Amy said after opening the door.

Travis gulped. ‘Uhhh…hi…?’

Instead of her usual jeans and a tee, Amy was sporting a completely see-through teddy – the parts that covered her, at any rate – which wasn’t much. The upper part featured holes where her nipples and aureolas were, and the crotch exposed her freshly denuded cunny.

‘You, umm…shave.’ Smooth, Trav – ‘real’ smooth.

‘It’s not just for underarms,’ Amy smiled mischievously. ‘C’mon in and take your clothes off. If you’d like.’

Cautiously, Travis entered Amy’s apartment. She’d lowered the lights and several candles burned in strategic locations.

‘Atmosphere in the spirit of All Hallows,’ Amy said, wrapping her arms around Travis’ waist from behind. ‘You seem…surprised.’

‘I…err…I’m just a little…this wasn’t exactly what I was expecting.’

‘Desperate? Too eager? Like I’m throwing myself at you or something?’ Amy had released her grip.

‘No…it’s not that. I…’ Travis stammered, turning. Amy was now completely naked; her teddy at their feet.

‘Maybe you think it’s cos of my size,’ Amy said, going on her knees. ‘Maybe you’re not attracted,’ she said, unzipping Travis’ jeans. ‘Whup – cancel that thought. May I, Sir?’

Travis’ hard and throbbing cock, followed by his load, emptied down Amy’s throat before he had a chance to say ‘Hallowe’en apples!’


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Curveball, Pt 1

Posted October 15, 2017 by phlye
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‘I’m tellin’ ya, man – fat chicks. Consider it.’

Zack had obviously had one beer too many – but it only slurred his speech; hadn’t slowed his misogyny one syllable.

Travis was halfway through his pint, pretending to take interest in his best friend’s tales of sexual prowess while secretly nursing his own thoughts on the matter.

‘You’re seeing her again? What’d you say her name was?’

Zack motioned the bartender with two fingers.

‘Amy,’ Travis said, taking another swallow. ‘No – no more for me. I want to be…sober. More sober.’

‘Hawww!’ Zack laughed. ‘Don’t want your libido dampened by suds – I get it. But, as I was saying, I met this one chick – momma! Huge udders…ginormous booty! Not normally my thing, man, but – boy could she smother!’

‘Yeah, yeah…Amy’s…nice…curvy, too…’ Travis was focusing on his empty glass.

‘You’re getting some, right? Thanks, mate!’ Zack said when the barkeep placed two more pints in front of the two friends.

‘No, I…’ Travis began. O well. ‘It’s our 3rd…maybe 4th date…she invited me over this time…’ he continued, taking another sip. For courage.

‘Sounds promising! I want all the details – and if she doesn’t work out…’ Zack wriggled his eyebrows as he quaffed half his pint in a couple gulps.

‘Two words: B..B…W…’

Zack was way gone. Hopefully the bartender would call him a cab.

‘Yeah, yeah…catch ya…’

As Travis bade him farewell, Zack called out. When Travis turned, Zack was miming an hourglass shape – followed by a masturbating motion.

Classy to the last drop, Travis thought, smiling.


Copyright 2017 M2B

Roleplay (outside of the ‘comfort zone’)

Posted February 3, 2017 by phlye
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We meet as strangers
In a dark and smellydamp alley

‘Daddy,’ you say but before you’re
Able to utter another syllable I
Press my index to your lips

‘Shhh, bebe: this is ‘role play’,
Remember? Now, unbutton that
Trench coat…I want to see just
Exactly what ima ‘about to defile
Before so doing’

And, though you’re shivering
You do as asked, revealing
Your recently pierced nipples
I take my hard cock out of my

Pants and begin stroking, just
Admiring you and I can see that
You’re blushing which, naturally
Makes me throb all the more

‘Take it…hold it…squeeze…’ I
Command and you comply
You’re emitting short little gasps
While I begin caressing your
Shoulders, allowing the coat

To drop at your feet…pressing
You back against the cold, hard
Brick your shivering intensifies
Cock is now against your slick
And swollen mound as I lock

My mouth on yours ‘you’re
Mine,’ I snarl, attempting to
Strike fear in you and I think
It’s effective ‘Daddy…’ you
Repeat, breaking from the

Game but I’ll allow it ‘yes, bebe’
I reply ‘ru gonna fuck my cunt
Or asshole’ you ask around my
Tongue I’m squeezing your tits
Now and you’ve positioned my

Cock under your quim ‘maybe
Both – if you’re lucky…and we
Aren’t caught and arrested by
The police…’ you moan, this
Time out of fear or anxiety, I

Suspect ‘turn around,’ I say
And, parting your cheeks, I
Slide inside your pre-greased
Asshole ‘Yesss!’ You exclaim
‘Fuck me…please, Daa…’ ‘uhh..
Uhh…’ I admonish but not too

Sternly: I am rather distracted
Now at the feel of your poop
Chute…your face smushed
Against the cold brick along
With your naked tits and it’s

Not long before your bumhole
Is fully anointed …pulling out I
Slide straight up your cheeks
And then, turning you around
Roughly I lift you and you wrap

Your legs over my hips whereupon
Cock slips inside cunt and my
Reaming continues ‘who’s a
Slut?’ I snarl ‘I am, Daddy’

‘Who owns you’ ‘you do, Daa’

Who knows where it comes
From but I fill you, again and
Once we finally disentangle I
Collect your trench coat and

When you’re securely ensconced
Once again, we walk, hand in
Hand back to the car…

‘Ice cream?’ I ask as we buckle
In ‘yes, Daddy!’ And we’re off
To rejoin the outside world once
More – however temporarily


Tutti Fruity (o Daddy)
Copyright 2017 M2B

*disclaimer: this is a work of fiction; all parties are at the age of consent

Elust #59: Back in the Saddle!

Posted June 16, 2014 by phlye
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Photo courtesy of Frisky in the 916

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Considering Cocks
I Love Interrogation, or Diabolical Genius
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I Kissed A Girl (& Her Man) And I Liked It

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Why Trigger Warnings Are Important
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Pillow Talk Secrets — We Have Lift Off!

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Daddy doesn’t want to have sex with a virgin
Female Masturbation…Healthy, Not Sinful.
Partner Play – Dealing with Dildophobia
Tired Of Being Alone Some Relationship Advice
On Hang Ups
How to (almost) pick up women
Sex Smell

Erotic Fiction

Dark Fantasy
Exhibit ‘O’, Pt. 1
Her cock vs his cock
The Leopard Girl
Excerpt Two from “Legacy of Desire and Blood”
The Bachelor’s Prayer
Behind the bar

Writing About Writing

I’m Sheri and I Have a Shitty Author Persona

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Navigating The Waters of BDSM
Kink’s transgressions: breaking the rules
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Feminist Beliefs vs Bedroom Preferences—help!
No Stupid (Kink) Questions: Identification
CollarMe – Return to Sender


Facebook Fixation – a Lusty Limerick

Erotic Non-Fiction

A Pain From Long Ago
I Just Need to Fuck You!
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When I Am Laid in Earth
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Exhibit ‘O’, Pt 2

Posted May 26, 2014 by phlye
Categories: bdsm, D/s, erotica, kink, sex

Predictably, the custodian’s closet was locked.


you said.


‘There’s a…’

you said, pointing across the hall.

I smiled. ‘So there is.’

you hesitated. ‘Kinda…not p/c. To use it.’

‘Had we seen…ANY…wheelchairs. Did you?’

‘I did not.’

…were your nipples stiffening again?

Double-checking to ensure no one noticed us, we quickly slipped inside the ‘Disabled Washroom’. Was gonna do some *serious* disabling, uh-huh, and you can lay bets. Once inside and the door locked, I framed you against the door as you turned to me. Wanting nothing more than to rip the summer dress right off you, leaving you to skulk out of the museum like the ‘Venus’ (albeit WITH arms), I decided that valour was a better plan so only *slightly* ripped the fabric as I tore the dress from your shoulders. your *gasp* was stifled by my mouth locking onto yours, and your legs widened as I pushed hard cock against your pelvis.

Hiking dress above hips, I gripped your cheeks. Squeezing and digging in nails, you squirmed in my arms. Taking advantage of my busy hands, you used yours to unzip, then unleash me. Cupping balls with one hand, you stroked my length with the other. My fingers, hardly content to just squeeze bum, travelled inward, seeking rose. One index prodded while my other hand cupped cunt, squeezing. 2nd index found clit, and then it was a race to see which of your hot spots would bring you to ‘Exhibit O’, the next.


And then it *appeared*…that you peed on me.

‘Oh. Interesting.’ Cock continued to throb in your hand.

‘Didn’t mention that I can squirt. I don’t think,’ you gasped, using me to prop yourself from crumpling into your puddle.

Kneeling before you, I ran a finger in the wetness dripping down your legs.

‘I might’ve forgotten,’ I said, popping the finger in my mouth.

‘Mmm…oohhh…well. Now you know.’

I smiled. ‘Yum.’


Exhibit ‘O’, Pt 2
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Exhibit ‘O’, Pt 1

Posted May 26, 2014 by phlye
Categories: bdsm, D/s, erotica, kink, sex


I didn’t even bother glancing at you.

‘Oh, WELL-spotted.’

‘CUNT.’ you whispered, somewhat more forcefully.

‘Better.’ Worthy of an approving smile, at any rate.

The Gallery was all-butt vacant, save for the odd lurker. We certainly had the black leather-covered bench, which we were currently sitting on, to ourselves. The O’Keefe we were admiring in fact I had a copy of hanging in my upstairs hallway. I loved Georgia O’Keefe, and was thrilled to be sharing this experience with you.

The specific circumstances of which only added fuel to the exxxperience.

‘I want to suck you.’ you whispered, perhaps a little more loudly than was proper – but wastn’t that part of the fun.

‘Here. Now.’

A beat. ‘Yes.’

‘Well, by no small coincidence, I’d like to lift up that sheer summer dress – which I note that anyone looking carefully will note the predominance of naked nipple and denuded cunt – where I would go on my knees, part your legs, and dive STRAIGHT into that hairless muff.’

A pause. A LONG pause.

Appears I left you speechless. Maybe you were just holding your breath. You were certainly holding your knees tightly together.

‘Nothing to say.’

‘I just came.’

‘Just like that.’

‘It happens. Sometimes.’

‘And now…’

‘A wet spot.’

Cock throbbed against zipper. ‘How bad.’

You opened your legs just long enough.


‘Sloppy. Are we. Serves you for talking dirty in public.’

‘Wasn’t just me! I will say, you are the Master.’

‘At the risk of redundancy.’

You laughed when you realized.

Then you put a hand on my bulge.

‘Upping the ante? Has the game changed from strictly verbal?’

Squeezing. ‘I never made any promises about it being *just* verbal, love.’

I smiled; then grimaced at your grip. ‘You said ‘love’.’

‘Don’t let it go to your head. We passed a custodian’s closet on the first floor. Shall we?’

‘So you *don’t* want to cause a scene.’

‘Or be arrested. Not particularly.’

‘Put a damper on the whole outing. Might.’

‘Come,’ you said, taking my hand and standing. “Enough of this foreplay. I want to feel your cock inside me. ‘

‘I get to choose!’

‘Of course. Sir.’


Exhibit ‘O’, Pt 1
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