Mayeve Reeves, recently married to John Reeves, a Montana rancher, galloped into the yard of her huge, mansion- like ranch house. Chickens and men scattered before the sharp hooves of her stallion. In a flurry of swishing material, she slapped the quirt against her leg in annoyance as she stormed up the front steps. She burst inside just as the Mexican cook threw open the door.

“Where is he?” she demanded.

“Who?” Ascension asked innocently.

“You know damned well who I mean!” May screamed. Her face was so red that it nearly matched her curly Irish red hair. She pinned Ascension with a deadly gaze and placed her hand on Ascension’s shoulder. The leather quirt tickled Ascension’s cheek in a threatening manner.

“Where is he?”

“Helena,” she swallowed quickly. “He’s… he said he’s buying cattle.”

“We have too many cattle on this damned ranch already,” she said, storming out of the room. He’s buying whores, damn him,” she screamed, throwing the quirt on the polished wooden floor. Ascension crossed herself, then picked up the quirt as she passed. She looked upstairs first, then tossed the quirt into the fireplace.

“Lopez, harness up the carriage,” Mayeve screamed from her bedroom window.

“Misses, I was told…” he broke off under her deadly glare.

“You were told to harness my carriage. Don’t make me tell you again,” she warned. Lopez swallowed quickly and nodded. He started to turn, then his eyes went back to the beautiful woman as she pulled up her shirt and slid it over her shoulders. Her pale white breasts were magnificent, and she didn’t care who saw them. Lopez gasped in restrained passion and turned away, before she caught him lollygagging. He pushed his hard cock down into his pants and groaned again. Why did the Misses have to be so damned beautiful, he wondered as he threw a loop over the first of the two grays.

Mayeve ran the wagon around the last turn, then sped down main street. The hooves of her matched grays threw dust and dirt behind them. In a city of six thousand people there should have been cobblestone streets, churches and schools. Instead there were stores, saloons and brothels, with a few other business mixed in. The road, which was mostly composed of yellow sand, turned into a river of mud during a storm.

Men dodged the huge horses as she pulled up outside of Molly’s place.

Douglas Pride stood behind the small bar. She walked up to him and simply stood staring, until he swallowed nervously and looked up at her.

“He’s not here, he’s up at the falls on a picnic,” he said, pointing over his shoulder.

“With who?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Douglas lied.

“Where’s Molly?”

“In back,” he pointed over his shoulder again. Mayeve hurried around the bar and rapped on the door. She entered without waiting.

“Who are you?” Molly demanded. She was dressed in an expensive set of red silk underwear.

“Your biggest benefactor.”

“Who?”

“The wife of John Reeves,” Mayeve said, taking a seat on the couch.

“Oh, Mayeve,” she nodded. Mayeve was surprised that she knew her name, but John did like to talk.

“What can I do for you?” Molly asked. “You must have been told that he’s not here. He’s out on…”

“I know. And I don’t care. I want a job here,” Mayeve said, to Molly’s astonishment.

“You can’t be serious. You own half of Montana. Why… Oh hell, why should I care. I could make a fortune off you.”

“It’s not a permanent arrangement, it’s just for today.”

“Still, I could get a thousand dollars per hour for your services if I contact certain clients,” Molly said hopefully.

“Then do it. I want lessons from you the first time, then I will handle things myself. If my husband prefers whores, I will become one.”

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I love discovering erotica sites online, regardless of the genre they address, and I’ll happily share the good ones with you. I was following around some erotica links and came across this gem of a site: True Tales. Four gay, bisexual, and transgender writings published in True Tales: An Erotic E-zine of Masculinity and Power have been honored in the 2006 Rauxa awards for erotic literature, so the site is definately worth a look!

True Tales: An Erotic E-zine of Masculinity and Power has announced that the theme for the coming year is Military Men, although other topics will be covered as well.

True Tales is a free online gay magazine that publishes true stories and fiction on masculinity and power. You’ll find tales there about cops and captives, masters and slaves, officers and soldiers, and men who like their sexual encounters to involve abit of sweat. You’ll also find links to erotic art, photography, videos, as well as some non-erotic writings on masculine power.

Death, danger, and desire are a potent combination, as generations of soldiers, sailors, marines, and airmen have shown. This year True Tales looks at the long-running tradition of homo-eroticism in the military.

Turning the tables on rigid gender roles, the stories in “She’s on Top” honor the Amazon, the dominatrix, and other handcuff-toting, whip-wielding she-devils of the male bottom’s deepest dreams. Employing every item in their bag of tricks, from strap-ons to metal cinches, these hot dommes like nothing better than teasing and tormenting their devoted subjects. With stories by Stan Kent, Debra Hyde, Saskia Walker, and many more of the best writers in the field of BDSM erotica, She’s on Top shows that pleasure’s best when dispensed by a firm female hand.

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In the Flesh is a monthly reading series hosted at the appropriately named Happy Ending Lounge, in New York City and features the city’s best erotic writers sharing stories to get you hot and bothered, hosted and curated by acclaimed erotic writer and editor Rachel Kramer Bussel. From erotic poetry to down and dirty smut, these authors get naked on the page and will make you lust after them and their words.

Since its debut in October 2005, In the Flesh has featured such authors as Laura Antoniou, Andy Mo Beasley, Lily Burana, Jessica Cutler, Stephen Elliott, Polly Frost, Gael Greene, Andy Horwitz, Debra Hyde, Maxim Jakubowski, Emily Scarlet Kramer of CAKE, Josh Kilmer-Purcell, Edith Layton, Sofia Quintero, M.J. Rose, Lauren Sanders, Danyel Smith, Grant Stoddard, Cecilia Tan, Carol Taylor, Susan Wright, and many others. The series has gotten press attention from Escape (Hong Kong), The L Magazine, New York Magazine, Philadelphia City Paper, Gothamist, Nerve.com and Wonkette. This is not Amanda Stern’s Happy Ending Reading Series.

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Dessert

We’d barely started seeing each other but I already knew I was ready. I’d never been one for waiting when I knew what I wanted and I wasn’t about to start. I’d already been fucking him in my mind and I decided that now I wanted the real thing.

At work I slipped him a note that said, “I was a bad hostess the other night – I fed you dinner but I sent you home without dessert. Come over for dessert tomorrow night?”

After he read the note, he smiled and nodded.

Wednesday night, he came over. I was wearing a black wrap around dress with a black bra that accentuated my cleavage and black stretch lace panties. His eyes lingered over my body and his hand slid over the curve of my hip to caress my bottom. Then he saw the table, which was laid out with strawberries, whip crème, and chocolate sauce.

“Looks good,” he said.

I led him to the chair and gave him a long lingering kiss. “Too bad you don’t get to see it.”

He looked at me quizzically, until I pulled the blindfold from the cupboard where I’d hidden it earlier.

“Oh no…” he began.

I shushed him with my lips. “Trust me. This will be a first that you will never forget.”

“Okay…” he said, still sounding hesitant.

Then I slipped my panties off. The lace held just enough stretch to tie his hand behind his back.

“What did you tie me up with?”

Still standing behind him I whispered in his ear, “My panties,” and I gave his earlobe a little nibble. If he was worried at all anymore he wasn’t showing it. He was smiling now.
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Do you believe in love at first sight? Here are some famous quotes I thought I’d share. Some are pretty funny! I’m especially liking #9 … can definately relate!

QUOTES:

(1) George (Roland Young) meeting Nell Kenner (Leila Hyams) in Ruggles of Red Gap (1935):
– George: ‘ I say, do you believe in-love at first sight? ‘
– Nell: ‘ No. Do you? ‘
– George: ‘ No. That’s why I’d like to stay for a while, if you don’t mind .’

(2) Elsa Carrington (Madeleine Carroll) to Richard Ashenden (John Gielgud) in Secret Agent (1936): ‘ I fell in-love-with you at first sight; not a crush but a crash .’

(3) Tenny/Tennyson (E.E. Clive) to Phyllis Clavering (Louise Campbell) in Bulldog Drummond Comes Back (1937): ‘Love at first sight is rather like a mule, Miss Clavering. It kicks backward .’

(4) Joe Fabrini (George Raft) and Cassie (Ann Sheridan) in They Drive by Night (1940):
– Joe: ‘ Oh, Cassie, do you believe in-love at first sight? ‘
– Cassie: ‘ It saves a lot of time .’

(5) Holly Reed (Mia Farrow) in Crimes and Misdemeanors (1989): ‘ My ex-husband and I fell in-love at first sight. Maybe I should have taken a second look .’

(6) Alexander Midnight (Fisher Stevens) to Amanda (Sandra Bullock) in When the Party’s Over (1991): ‘ When I saw you earlier I knew that we had been together before. That’s what love at first sight is. It’s a reconnection of two old entertwined souls .’

(7) Don-Juan (Johnny Depp) describes his love for Dona Ana (Geraldine Paililas) in Don-Juan DeMarco (1994): ‘ There are those who do not believe that a single soul born in heaven can split into twin spirits and shoot like falling stars to earth where over oceans and continents their magnetic forces will finally unite them back into one. But how else to explain love at first sight? ‘

(8) Ed Walters (Tim Robbins) after falling in-love at first sight of Catherine Boyd (Meg Ryan) in I.Q. (1994): ‘ You wouldn’t believe it . I looked at her, she looked at me, and it happened. You could feel it . It was like death, but in a good way .’

(9) Robin (Cary Elwes) and Marian (Amy Yasbeck) in Robin Hood: Men in Tights (1993):
– Robin: ‘ Maid Marian, do you believe in-love at first sight? ‘
– Marian: ‘ Depends on what you’re looking at .’

(10) On their first meeting, both Douglas Hall (Craig Bierko) and Jane Fuller (Gretchen Mol) have a feeling of déja vu in The Thirteenth Floor (1999): ‘ They say that déja vu is usually a sign of love at first sight .’

(11) Humorously defined by Louis J. Safian in An Irreverent Dictionary of Love and Marriage (1966) as: ‘ A time-saver; but lots of married people wish they had wiped their glasses for a good second look .’

Over 100 horses were stranded on a small island in November in The Netherlands after a huge storm. 18 horses had already drowned, and more were doomed to die if a rescue didn’t happen and soon. So what does it take to rescue over 100 horses? Just 4 women … The Rescue

Turn up the sound, the music soundtrack they put to this is fantastic.

Pulp Erotica is packed with cover designs and free stories and it’s a great place to check out erotica that covers a tremendous range of sexual fantasy writing.

What is Pulp erotica? Pulp Erotica builds on a long tradition of mixing sex and violence with other taboos that appeared in the 1930s and 40s and exploitation fiction of the 1950s and 60s. In their day, these genres offered titillating art and great stories that nevertheless never quite followed through on the sex they implied on their covers.

While many of the offerings plunge the reader into some pretty perverse topics, I did find this tender rendition of two girls discovering and exploring the joys of intimacy worth sharing. Perhaps because it reminded me of my own first stirrings of sexual awakening… or perhaps because it brings back sweet memories of my nights on a secluded moon lit beach, wrapped in the arms of a loving woman as we lay upon a blanket spread across the sand with the sound of waves crashing onto the shore…

Discovery Beach
A private beach the perfect place for a late-night swim—and a night of strange discovery.

By: Punchinello for Pulp Erotica

California, 1965

The sweet-sixteen party for Linda Sampledon went wonderfully. A cabinet full of 45s, a swell hi-fi set, and plenty of Cokes were all the girls needed to have a good time. They made a mess of the fondue when they were girl-girl dancing, but Nina and Janine got it cleaned up well enough that hardly anyone would notice.

Eventually, most of the girls got picked up by their parents, including the birthday girl. Only Janine remained with Nina, since they had planned for her to stay overnight.

Perhaps Nina’s parents indulged her a bit too much. She and Janine were both just sixteen and had the beach house to themselves for the night. Nina was considered responsible enough that she was often allowed to have a few friends out to the beach house without supervision.

Nina faced Janine and gazed into her large brown eyes with her own. “I know,” she said, “we’ll go swimming.”

Janine looked at her incredulously. “I didn’t bring my bathing suit, sweetie.” They liked to call each other “sweetie” when they were alone. “Remember?” The girls’ parents had specified no swimming since there wouldn’t be any adults to supervise.

“Since when is a bathing suit really necessary at a private beach?” Nina replied. She grabbed Janine’s hand and pulled her along as she went thru the small kitchen and out the sliding glass doors. Janine’s enthusiasm increased as she saw the beach and the water. It was a warm night after a hot day, and therefore perfect for a swim.

Nina raced to the edge of the water and scanned the beach. “See?” she said, turning to her companion. “There’s not a soul in sight.”

Janine smiled deviously and pulled off her shirt. She sat down in the sand and swept back her hair with a flourish. Then she undid the clasps of her lacy bra. Her young breasts were round and ripe, pale where the rest of her was tan, pink-nippled and soft. Her bra fell lightly in the sand, beside her discarded T-shirt. (more…)