Lottery Winner

Prelude — An Interest of Blowjobs

(MF Mdom FSub BDSM Oral)

I suppose she was right, in a way. Money changes perspective, and a lot has happened to me since I won the lottery. But it wouldn’t have happened except for Cassie. The money wouldn’t have come, and certainly none of the things I did afterwards would have happened either. Playing the lottery was her idea, even down to the numbers we played; I even bought the ticket on one of my days with her.

It was an early November day, and errands brought me to the Short North when I got a text message. I was in C&C’s Leather Or Lace, mainly taking in the scent of leather. I was also talking to Carl, one of the proprietors about his more expensive floggers, and looking through the new toys with an eye on expanding my toolbox.

I flipped open my phone, and smiled to myself when I saw the message. It was from Cassie, and was simply “dads pmt here.” I texted back a quick “brt,” and finished my conversation with Carl, who was telling me where to purchase buffalo hide that had been tanned appropriately for a flogger. At over $200 I wasn’t quite ready to buy his yet, and he was a crafter, so he got the whole do-it-yourself thing. I work from home, and often have downtime during which to make things. A decade of customer service — and nearly as long in the scene — allowed me to finish the conversation politely, tentatively agreeing to come to his whip-making demo over the weekend.

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Story Arc: Prompts: “Write about eating a meal”

It was semi-formal, family style Italian. She’d worn a nice skirt, like he’d asked. Ross sat across from her, suit and tie forming a fine, if devilish figure. He adjusted the lapels of his jacket, and the humming started again deep inside her. “Definitely Devilish,” she thought. She took a bit of the salad and passed the bowl to the lady to her right.

The woman was in her late fifties and Rae thought that her hair had been dyed a silver-blue that so many old ladies get. Rae didn’t think much, though as the buzzing intensified, and she was forced to squeeze her legs together to make sure no one could hear it except herself. She couldn’t help it — the vibrations ran up and down her spine, and shook her core. Then they stopped abruptly as the waiter moved up and down the line refreshing everyone’s wine.

Ross just smiled at her, and took a bite of salad.
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Abstract: Martin “interrogates” his prisoner-spy and discovers something more questionable.

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The images were pieces I wrote years ago. Some didn’t get published, and occasionally I write them again. There should be a poll soon about posting them all here, but for now Images 1-40 can be found on my ASSTR site . I’m not sure what happened to 41, it seems to have gone missing.

Girl #16180 will be a bit late this week, but will be up as soon as we can manage. For now I offer this image. It is cautionary for some good reason, and certainly complies with our adult policy, so decide on the link based on where you sit.

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World: the deSade
Story Arc: Girl #16180
Piece: 03
Abstract: One of the leaders of the de Sade discover a spy.

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Girl #16180 is my ongoing erotic serial. This week, a teaser for part 3, where we finally go aboard the de Sade. As always, this falls under out adult category, as explained on our about page, judge from your own seat.

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Every now and then, I have an exceptionally good day. Tuesday evening and Wednesday counts. This is the story of that day, and what I did with Girl and SexyWife.

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It isn’t romantic. And all the overblown, overplayed, over-the-top portrayals of it as romantic won’t change that. Sacrifices might seem special, but fifty years ago you’d have given it all up for a man, and everyone would just nod knowing it was that way. Today you do it and suddenly it’s super-romantic, super-hot and super-submissive BDSM.

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Don’t kid yourself. It isn’t romantic.

BDSM is about as romantic as breathing.

It’s something you do because you have to do it, or die. Your breasts ache for aching. Your unbruised bottom feels naked. You kneel for him because you have to do it. To survive.

To Live.

He’s the same way. His cruelty engraved on his DNA by generations of hunter-gatherer providers. He takes because he is a taker, of a long line of takers.

He may love you, or think he does. The chemicals make it so. Neurotransmitters align within his brain as he slaps your breasts. His cock hardens as you whimper. Endorphins open up channels to your inner places, sending signals through your nervous system to be ready for his invasion.

Love, or an approximation. Like I said, it isn’t romantic.

It is lust
       and pain and
 Oh, my, it is orgasm after orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

It isn’t a sacrifice to breathe
                     to be on your knees
                     to suck his cock
                     to open your legs
                     to let him take you.

It isn't a sacrifice to do what you want to do
                                    what your genes want to do
                                    what your cunt wants to do
                                    what your brain forces you to do.

Compelled to submit by your very nature.

It isn't romantic.

It just is.

And it will be, over and over again

With Him

as he follows his own irrevocable desires

and takes you again
              and again.

Much like the Oz novels have left my east-west sense of direction screwed up Marc Miller’s Traveller has kept me from being able to spell certain basic words since I first played it at the age of 14. It was our local game of choice, since it didn’t involve magic or demons, and one of my fellow geeks was the son of a Southern Baptist minister.� It was year before I knew it wasn’t vaccuum (or vaccum) but in fact vacuum, and the “vacc suit” was just, well, mispelled.

Still the setting settled deeply in my fertile imagination, and I own something from every version printed.� I give you Alex and Xiao, a� D/s Captain/Co-pilot of the scout-ship turned Merchanter Sadie Marks

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