Eventually Ever After: Part 4

by Jayden

After our kiss, okay, several kisses, we got back to work. At least, for a little while.

“May I please go pee, Sir?” I asked. I had been asking him for permission to pee for… I don’t know how long. A few weeks, I think. It was another thing with us that I don’t know how it happened, but it did. I suppose it was probably in response to some kind of fiction I wrote and a text conversation we had. Nick wasn’t into water sports, so I had no one to play with, and Richard was. Richard was happy to give me permission (or not) to pee. It was hot.

“You may,” he said.

I groaned.

“What’s wrong?”

“My pants are soaked through,” I said. “Putting them back on is going to be gross.”

“Do you want another pair of pants?” he asked.

“Oh, maybe,” I said.

“You can let yours dry out before you have to go. Let me see what I have.”

He rummaged around in his drawers and came up with a pair of pants that had Batman logos on them. I went into the bathroom, did my thing, and put them on. There was no full-length mirror in there, but I put them on and looked down, and all I could think was that they made my thighs look massive.

I was very insecure about my body. I rarely, if ever, felt attractive. One of my biggest concerns with meeting Richard the way I had was that he hadn’t really seen me in person much. What if he didn’t like the way I looked when he saw me naked? What if he didn’t like my thighs and ass?

I almost took the pants off and put my wet ones back on, but then I decided…fuck it. He hadn’t seen me naked yet, but if he didn’t like me in the pants, he definitely wasn’t going to like me naked.

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40 Kinky Questions – Jayden

We came across this set of questions that we thought we would answer for you in the absence of the Erotic Journal Challenge. Though, for us, this set of questions was very tame, haha. But here are my answers, and next week, Richard will answer them! Feel free to play along and answer the questions in a comment or drop the link to your blog where you answered the questions!


1. Have you ever had sex in three or more positions in one session?

Oh yeah, absolutely. Fun times. 🙂

2. Have you ever had sex continuously for 1 hour or more?

Intercourse? I don’t think so. But a sexual scene, absolutely.

3. Have you ever devoted an entire day to sex and sexual activity (with breaks for eating, etc)?

Yes! Richard and I did that just recently, in fact.

4. Have you ever been so loud having sex that housemates/neighbors commented or complained?

Yeah, I’ve been heard before. I can get quite loud.

5. Have you ever had your sexual technique/style/skill openly praised by someone?

Yes. I like getting compliments. I work hard for them.

6. Have you ever written an explicitly erotic story?

I don’t know… have I?

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Eventually Ever After: Part 3

by Jayden

I could continue on in journal style, but I think it would be a lot more fun if I give you a more… fictionalized version. Snippets, scenes, and stories that are, if not 100% accurate, pretty close. I’ve definitely had to fill in the gaps in my memory sometimes, and I’m sure the dirty talk isn’t exactly the words we said, but it’s pretty close. Richard has definitely said all of them in some combination or other.

So we’ll start with our first time…


The night before, Richard and I had spent some time without Nick. It was all public stuff. We had some gifts to give to a mutual friend, so I picked him up, and we went over to her apartment. But with the pandemic and everything, it was a quick, socially distanced visit. Even so, she realized how much alike Richard and I were. It was uncanny. Although he had interacted with her online before, they hadn’t spent much time together in person.

It had been nice to be able to talk with Richard without anyone else around. We had been skirting lines for a while. I wasn’t supposed to cyber with anyone, and we came…close. Very close. But we hadn’t totally crossed that line, at least.

I had lingered over slightly deflated tires, taking my time pumping them up with my portable pump. And then I had to go inside and wash my hands, of course.

We talked a lot, and we hugged, but we didn’t kiss. And we didn’t cross any lines.

“I want to go write at Richard’s,” I told Nick that morning. He looked at me with narrow eyes. “I can’t get anything done here.” Our house was always busy, especially during the lockdown where no one had anywhere else to be.

“Okay,” he said. I couldn’t tell if he was actually okay with it or not, but that was typical. He didn’t express himself well.

I said that I would be back in time for dinner, packed up my stuff, and off I went. Richard and I did a pretty good job of focusing on our writing and following the rules. Mostly.

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Eventually Ever After: Part 2

by Jayden

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away.

No, that’s not it.

I suppose I could go all the way back to high school, really. I suppose I should, in fact. When I was 17, it occurred to me that I needed to date more people. I needed to experience life. So I broke up with my boyfriend and started dating. I turned 18, graduated high school, and dated six people that summer before I went off to college. Most of them were fleeting, but one stuck around.

Nick and I started talking online and quickly formed a bond. We accidentally met in person when we both attended the same event, and then we started hanging out regularly. But the catch was that he was married. He and his wife had an open relationship, and she knew everything we did. In fact, she knew so much partially because she controlled everything.

I spent much of that summer at their house. I got to know their kids, and I became friends with his wife. And then I went off to college. Once I was out of her grasp and she couldn’t control me anymore, things went to hell.

There I was, 300 miles away, 18 years old, with a 33-year-old boyfriend who was married with kids. Oof.

I could wax on for pages and pages and pages. In fact, I did. I kept a journal throughout that time that ended up being about 120 single-spaced typed pages. Ha! It was a lot of teenage bull shit, honestly. I read through a lot of it last year.

So when I say “long story short,” I truly mean very long story short.

The whole time that we were apart, we were both dating other people. Actually, I think I was more so than Nick. But eventually, Nick did as well. I ended up dating someone pretty seriously. We considered marriage, but in the end, he wasn’t someone I would want to spend the rest of my life with.

By the time I was a senior in college, Nick and I weren’t dating anyone else, and I was hoping that we would get engaged. We did end up getting engaged and eventually married. We identified being “poly” and dabbled in dating other people. As it turned out, we decided that it was better for us to date together. Sounds good, right?

Ehhhhh.

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Eventually Ever After: Part 1

by Jayden

Those of you who have been around a while know that I used to do this blog solo. But “doing this blog” is a stretch, honestly. I created it to write for the A to Z Blog Challenge, which I quickly became a host for. But in between April A to Z, my posts were sparse. One year I managed to do a daily update on my NaNo words, but that’s about it. Otherwise, I have been super inconsistent.

Back in November, I met (and started dating) someone from my writing group, and we quickly realized that we write some of the same types of content and have similar writing styles. I asked if he would be interested in joining me as a co-blogger. And thus, my partnership with Richard was formed.

We started writing together officially in January (though we wrote often in December so we would have things ready to post) and continued dating. Throughout the last few months, TMI Tuesday has made it pretty clear that we’re in a relationship, not that it was a secret, but it was to many of my personal family and friends.

See, my husband and I were poly (“were” – did you catch that past tense?), and because of my job situation, I have kept my personal life, well, personal. Even my daughter didn’t know. She knew Richard, she’d met him many times, but she didn’t know we were involved. We were going to tell her, and then we didn’t, and in the end, it worked out that we didn’t say anything to her. If you had talked to October Jayden and explained what things would look like even in February, she would NOT have believed you, and she certainly would not have believed you if you told her where she would be in August.

But this blog is mostly anonymous. A few of my friends know it’s me, but there’s nothing I would say here that they don’t already know. So as Richard and I discussed ways that we can increase posting to the blog, he encouraged me to be more raw and honest with my readers and tell you the story of what’s actually going on in my life.

With the exception of TMI Tuesday, I’ve been pretty strictly focused on fiction. And that’s great, definitely in my comfort zone. But my life is interesting, and in fact, I am going to write it into a novel. It will probably be partially fictionalized, but the story is interesting. In April, I wrote a novel that was loosely based on my life and experiences, but there were so many parts that were SO far out there, it would be unbelievable.

So if you’re interested in hearing about the stranger than fiction story of how this blogger came to be where she is today, come back every Saturday from now until ?? to hear the tale.


Be sure to come back tomorrow to see some new collaboration from Richard and Jayden!

Secret Domme – Chapter 9

Welcome to the conclusion of Secret Domme!! If you missed the start to this story, make sure to check it out! If you want to hear more from Kody and his Domme, let us know in the comments! ~Jayden


Chapter 9

“You want me to lick my cum out of your ass, Mistress?” he asked.

“Mm-hmm,” I said.

“But, Mistress, I haven’t… I don’t know…”

I stopped fucking him for a moment and leaned down, putting my hand on his throat, “You are going to fuck my ass until you cum, and then you are going to lick your cum out of my ass. And then you’re going to thank me for it. Understand, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, his voice coming out choked with my hand on his throat.

“Good boy.”

I began to move on him again, letting his throat go. He thrust against me, and I felt his grip on my hips tightening as we went.

“Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Now bitch. Cum now.”

It wasn’t instantaneous, but it was close. I felt it so much better in my ass. It felt very full and very hot. I ground down onto his cock as he came, pumping his cock as long as I could.

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Smashwords is having a SALE! There’s no better time to pick up one of my books than right now! For the month of July, all of my books are marked down! (Smashwords allows you to purchase in many formats, so you can read on any device!) ~Jayden

Check out my books on Smashwords!


Every Saturday in July, I’m going to treat you to an excerpt of one of my published novels. Two weeks ago, I gave you a peek at Runaway. Last week, we looked at Y is for Yes. This week, we have yet another novel born of the A to Z Challenge:

Exploration: An Erotic Novel

What would you do with the sudden opportunity to explore any facet of sexuality and BDSM with no judgment, prejudice, or dangerous consequences? In Mara’s community of Zebulon, that’s what she’s about to find out. With endless possibilities for exploration, she’s asked to work on a special assignment—an offer that will change the course of her life.

Buy Exploration: An Erotic Novel now on Smashwords!

You get to choose your own price!

Excerpt:

Marchand moved around and sat on the bed, watching us. Brandon licked and licked at my pussy. I tried to keep sucking him, but it was a difficult position, and I was overwhelmed with all that was going on.

When he was satisfied, he stopped licking me and then tapped me lightly on the thigh. I knew that was my cue to get up. I rolled off of him, lying on my back with my legs spread.

“My turn,” Brandon said, and he crawled between my legs and up my body, so his cock was positioned at my entrance.

He thrust inside me, and I was sore, but it still felt wonderful. I lifted my legs to give him deeper entrance. He held my ankles up and kept fucking me.

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Secret Domme – Chapter 8

Welcome back to find out what’s going on with our resident Domme! If you missed the start to this story, make sure to check it out! ~Jayden


Chapter 8

When he was done cleaning me off, I said, “Do you think you could cum one more time for me?”

“I don’t know, Mistress.”

“Get up on your knees.”

He did, and I went over to the dresser and picked up the paddle. I brought it over to the bed and ran it along his ass cheeks. He shuddered a little, and I was concerned that he was going to start wiggling.

“Don’t move.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I knew that I was asking a lot and that he would eventually start moving if I hurt him enough, but I wanted him to do his best to stay still so I didn’t unintentionally hit him somewhere I shouldn’t.

I swung the paddle down on his ass, and his body rocked, but otherwise, he stayed still. I hit him with the paddle about ten times on each side before giving him a short break. I slid it across his ass gently, moving it along his skin. He was trembling. And then I slid it between his legs and pressed it up against his balls.

He whimpered.

I tapped his balls gently. “No, Mistress, please, don’t,” he cried, but he was careful not to move.

The more he whined, the harder I hit him.

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Unknown – Erotic Short Story

Please enjoy this erotic short story by Jayden:

I stood on the balcony, looking out over the city. It was beautiful. The breeze on the hotel balcony made me shiver just a touch. I crossed my arms, wrapping them around myself. I thought about getting a jacket or just going inside, but I didn’t want to. My nipples hardened under my sheer shirt as I looked out into the dark.

I heard the door open and shut. I turned to look, but I couldn’t see the door. “Hey,” I called, assuming it was my Dominant back from a drink at the bar. He’d invited me to join him, but I was more interested in not putting on real clothes.

He didn’t respond, but I figured the wind probably stole my voice away.

I turned back and looked out over the city again. The tiny people walking on the sidewalk looked no bigger than ants. I breathed in deeply and could smell the salt of the sea air. I closed my eyes to focus on the glorious scent.

I had left the door to the hotel room propped open, and I heard someone step through. My Dom, of course.

His hands wrapped around me, and the first tingle of fear slid down my spine. Maybe this wasn’t my Dom. In fact, I knew it wasn’t. His hands were different. He was taller. Before I could finish processing it, his hand was over my mouth. “Pineapple,” he whispered in my ear, and I knew that it was okay. Whoever he was, my Dom had sent him. It was our safe word.

Before I knew what was happening, he slipped a blindfold over my eyes. I tried to see out of the corners, but there wasn’t anything to see.

“Put your hands on the railing and don’t move them.”

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Smashwords is having a SALE! There’s no better time to pick up one of my books than right now! For the month of July, all of my books are marked down! (Smashwords allows you to purchase in many formats, so you can read on any device!) ~Jayden

Check out my books on Smashwords!


Every Saturday in July, I’m going to treat you to an excerpt of one of my published novels. Last week, I gave you a peek at Runaway. This week, we have another novel born of the A to Z Challenge:

Y is for Yes:

A chance encounter after hours at her new office job ropes Yvonne into a world of BDSM and exploration she never imagined. Join Yvonne on her adventure to ditch the business suits for lingerie in Y is for Yes by J. R. Vincente.

Y is for Yes
An erotic novel by J. R. Vincente

Buy Y is for Yes now on Smashwords for only $1.24!

Excerpt:

As my lips pressed against Derek’s, I felt my control slip. Our bodies pressed together as though they were molded that way. I could feel the scratchy material of his shirt against my nipples. I moaned softly against his mouth. His arms wrapped around me.

The kiss seemed to go on forever, but I knew it must have only lasted a few seconds. He picked me up and my legs wrapped around him automatically, pressing my pussy right up against his cock. If we had been naked, I was sure he would have been pressed inside me. I could feel how hard he was.

“Yvonne,” he said my name in a tone that spoke of warning.

“Hmm?” I asked, my vision a little hazy from my arousal.

“You’re going to get my pants all wet, little one.”

My face burned with embarrassment again. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I whispered.

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Secret Domme – Chapter 7

Welcome back to find out what’s going on with our resident Domme! If you missed the start to this story, make sure to check it out! ~Jayden


Chapter 7

“Get up,” I said.

He blinked a couple of times and rolled off of me.

“Are your balls nice and empty now?” I asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said.

“Are they really?” I asked, “Or could you go again?”

He shrugged. “I could probably go again in a few minutes.”

“Good,” I said, “lick your cum out of me while we wait.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and I could see the desire in his eyes. He crawled down between my legs and started licking my pussy. He focused a little bit on my clit, and then worked his way down to my hole, where his cum dripped out of me. He licked and swallowed, licked more and swallowed more.

“Make me cum,” I said, and he went back to my clit and started to play with it with his tongue. “Harder,” I said, and I pressed his face into my cunt with my hand. “That’s better,” I said when the pressure increased enough that I could really feel it.

When he was getting me close, I started thrusting my hips against his face until I came, screaming and pressing his face into my pussy harder. He rode my orgasm with me, not trying to pull away or fight me at all. I was sure he could if he wanted to, but he was smart not to.

I lay on the bed, breathing heavily when he was done. He went back to licking my slit and making sure all of his cum was cleaned up. “Good boy,” I said. “How do you like eating your own cum out of Mistress?”

“I love it,” he said, only taking his mouth off of me long enough to say the words, and then he dove back in.

“Good,” I said. “It’s much more convenient for me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said before going back for more.

“That’s enough, bitch. I know you’re desperate to have your mouth on me, but I’m pretty sure I’m dirtier from you licking me than you fucking me.”

He blushed slightly and looked down, and I could tell he liked being insulted.

“Get up on your knees and jerk off,” I said.

“Am I going to be allowed to cum, Mistress?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, “you’re going to cum all over my stomach and chest.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and I could see him stroking faster.

“And then you’re going to lick it off.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and I could hear his breath coming short as he jerked off as quickly as he could.

“That’s a good boy. Cum for your Mistress. I know you’re just a pathetic little bitch, but I know you can cum for me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and it sounded like he was so used to saying it that it just rolled off his tongue.

“Good boy,” I praised again. I reached out to gently fondle his balls, and he flinched when I touched them. But I wasn’t doing anything that would hurt him. Not right then, anyway.

It didn’t take too long before he said, “Mistress, I’m going to cum.”

“Good, don’t miss. I’ll make you lick it off the bed.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and he slowed his strokes so that he was able to aim most effectively. He managed to get it all on my chest and stomach. I was suitably impressed.

“That was pretty good,” I said.

“Thank you, Mistress. I have a lot of practice masturbating.”

I chuckled. “That’s fine. You won’t need to masturbate much anymore.”

“I won’t, Mistress?”

“Nope.”

“But I’m only going to be seeing you once every two weeks.”

“Mm-hmm,” I said.

He blinked at me a few times as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked off the cum that had pooled on his fingers.

“Go ahead and lick up your mess, bitch.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and he leaned down and started licking the cum off my body.


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Smashwords is having a SALE! There’s no better time to pick up one of my books than right now! For the month of July, all of my books are marked down! (Smashwords allows you to purchase in many formats, so you can read on any device!) ~Jayden

Check out my books on Smashwords!


Every Saturday in July, I’m going to treat you to an excerpt of one of my published novels starting with the one I featured last week:

Runaway:

Join Aralyn as she runs from her past in this Erotic Choose Your Own Adventure novel. Aralyn leaves town when her life is turned upside down. Your blood will race as you explore a new town and new people with Aralyn. She might even get to explore a BDSM Dungeon! Make your own choices and find out.

Runaway by J.R. Vincente Cover

Buy Runaway now on Smashwords for only $0.99!

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She slid her head forward so that the tip of his cock was right by her lips. She brushed them gently against his soft skin, and he shuddered. She opened her lips and pulled him inside her mouth. Her tongue flicked across his tender flesh as he murmured practically incoherent words of encouragement and pleasure. 

He opened his legs wider for her to have better access and she went from kneeling and leaning to the side to kneeling straight on so she could take him deeper into her mouth. She pulled him in until he was pressed right against the back of her throat. She suppressed her gag reflex as she pulled him just a little deeper. 

He was staying completely still, not moving, hardly even breathing. Aralyn could feel his body tense near hers. She placed one hand on each thigh and began to rub them gently to help him relax, but it wasn’t working. Instead, he seemed to be getting tenser. “Please,” he whispered. 

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Secret Domme – Chapter 6

Welcome back to find out what’s going on with our resident Domme! If you missed the start to this story, make sure to check it out! ~Jayden


Chapter 6

I set my phone down before I circled back to stand in front of him.

Kody looked up at me, choosing his words carefully. “I want to say that I hate it, Mistress, that it’s unfair. But you can see my body’s reaction. You would know I was lying.”

“Even though you’re a little bitch with a small cock, you aren’t stupid enough to lie to me. I’m glad for that.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

We hadn’t even made it into the bedroom yet. I decided it was about time to get some toys involved.

“Crawl,” I said as I moved into the bedroom.

He crawled behind me, not moving very quickly. I didn’t give him a hard time this time.

“Get up on the bed,” I said.

He climbed up on the tall bed. “Oh, it’s so soft,” he murmured to himself.

I smiled. “It’s a great bed. Very comfortable.”

He smiled back at me.

I started with a butt plug. I brought it over to him and told him to open his mouth. He did, and I slipped the small plug in. “Get it nice and lubed up, bitch. It’s going in your ass in about 60 seconds.”

I could see him give it a more loving treatment like he had my finger, and when I pulled it out of his mouth, it was indeed lubricated.

“Give me your ass,” I said.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, and he rolled onto his hands and knees, putting his ass in my direction.

I pressed the tip of the butt plug against his hole, and I could see that his body was resistant to it. I had to push pretty hard to get it in, and by the time it popped in over the hump near the base, he had let his upper body rest on the bed so he could moan into the mattress.

When I was confident the plug wasn’t going anywhere, I gave him two light taps on each ass cheek, and he turned and looked at me. “Mistress?” he whimpered.

“Sit up.”

He turned around and sat up, wiggling his ass to try to get comfortable as he sat down on the bed.

I climbed up onto the bed and examined the bite marks I’d left. Some faint bruises were coming in nicely already. I ran my fingers along his skin, and he moaned softly. “How does it feel to be all marked up for your Mistress?”

“I love it,” he said, smiling up at me.

I wanted to get his cock cage onto him before he left, but I wanted to make sure I allowed him to cum before I locked him up since it was his first time in a cage. “Would you like to fuck me, bitch?” I asked.

“If that pleases you, Mistress.”

“It does,” I said.

“Then, of course, Mistress. Your wish is my command.”

I lay down on the bed and let him climb on top of me. He fumbled a little trying to line things up properly, but he got it. The first time is always a little bit awkward, but we managed to get a rhythm going after a few minutes. He was grunting a lot. “How does that plug feel in your ass while you fuck me, little bitch?”

“It feels amazing, Mistress.”

I reached around him and managed to press on the plug just a little bit.

He groaned loudly, “Mistress, oh god!”

“Fuck me harder. Your cock is so small, I can barely feel it.” He started thrusting harder, trying to do what I told him. The reality was that he wasn’t that small. He was about average, but it was amusing to make fun of him.

“Mistress, I’m trying,” he grunted. It wasn’t much longer until he said, “Mistress, I’m going to cum.”

“Good,” I said. “That was the point.”

“Oh god, Mistress, my balls are so full.”

“Of course they are, baby. You kept them nice and full for your Mistress. Fill my pussy with cum. Go ahead.”

He groaned and nearly collapsed on top of me when he came. His rhythm altered a little as he orgasmed, and I could feel the cum flowing deep inside me. I stroked the back of his neck as he lay on top of me.

“That’s a good boy,” I murmured. “Good boy.”


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Smashwords is having a SALE! There’s no better time to pick up one of my books than right now! For the month of July, all of my books are marked down! (Smashwords allows you to purchase in many formats, so you can read on any device!) ~Jayden

Check out my books on Smashwords!

This week, I’m featuring my personal favorite, a triumphant writing goal for me. I wrote a Choose Your Own Adventure Novel! Picture dozens of notecards and crazy outlines, 117,397 words, and many hours of love and attention.

It was a labor of love, but I did love it. I have only attempted it (and failed) once since, but I think my favorite part was two things:

  1. No matter what choices you make, you get 26 choices. One for each letter of the alphabet and I posted one chapter for each day of the A to Z Challenge in 2017.
  2. If you buy the book and you page through, there’s a secret scene you can’t get to any other way. So much fun!

Runaway:

Join Aralyn as she runs from her past in this Erotic Choose Your Own Adventure novel. Aralyn leaves town when her life is turned upside down. Your blood will race as you explore a new town and new people with Aralyn. She might even get to explore a BDSM Dungeon! Make your own choices and find out.

Runaway by J.R. Vincente Cover

Buy Runaway now on Smashwords for only $0.99!

For the rest of the month, I’ll be posting excerpts from my novels on Saturdays, so stay tuned starting Saturday, July 10th!

Secret Domme – Chapter 5

Welcome back to find out what’s going on with our resident Domme! If you missed the start to this story, make sure to check it out! ~Jayden


Chapter 5

I watched him writhing on the ground in pain, and all I felt was satisfaction that I had hurt him. This could be a dangerous slippery slope if I let it. I knew I would have to try to be sure I was being a responsible Domme.

“Okay, that’s enough bitch. Get back up on your knees.”

He whimpered as he got up onto his knees again.

“Spread your legs. Mistress should always have access to your pathetic cock and balls.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he mumbled as he widened his legs.

I stood in front of him. “Look up at me.” He did. And I kicked his balls again. I didn’t kick that hard, but after the last kick, it was hard enough that he doubled over involuntarily. “Did I say you could look away from me?”

“No, Mistress. I’m sorry,” he said, and he struggled to get back up into the same position. I was glad to see he had his legs spread for me this time.

“Good boy,” I said. I got down on my knees so I could reach his cock and balls. His cock was soft, and he winced when I gently touched his balls. “Aww, your little cock is soft. Are you not enjoying this treatment from Mistress?”

“No, Mistress, I’m enjoying it very much.”

“Pathetic,” I said. “You are so desperate for attention that you don’t care if I kick you in the balls 100 times, you’d still come back for more.”

He whimpered. “Please don’t kick me 100 times, Mistress.”

“But would you come back if I did?” I asked.

He knelt on the floor, looking up at me, and said, “Yes, Mistress. If you want to kick me 100 times, I’ll do my best to keep in position.”

As we talked about it, I watched his cock twitch and get hard. I shook my head mockingly, “You are such a pathetic bitch that your cock is getting hard talking about me kicking you in the balls.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and he blushed a little.

I smiled as I stood. “Don’t worry. I like that you’re a pathetic little bitch.”

He smiled back at me and kept his eyes glued to my face.

I circled his kneeling form and came around behind him. “So,” I said, changing the subject, “you said your wife doesn’t like to touch you?”

“No, Mistress. Not sexually.”

“And you said that she’s okay with you getting your needs met with me.”

“That’s right, Mistress.”

“But she doesn’t really want to see evidence of the abuse you suffer.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You know I don’t really care, though, right?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“When you’re here, you’re mine. She can have you back. I don’t want you. But I’m not holding myself back because she can’t handle it.”

“I know, Mistress.”

“And you’re okay with that.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I thought about it for a moment and then said, “Are you going to flaunt the marks I leave or are you going to try to hide them from her?”

He hesitated before he responded, and then he said, “I guess that depends on if you give me instructions, Mistress.”

“And if I leave it up to you?”

“I won’t flaunt them.”

I noticed that he didn’t say that he would hide them, either. I leaned in close to his ear, “Does it turn you on to think that she might see my teeth marks in your body, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good,” I said. “I like it, too.”

I bit down on his neck, making sure to suck lightly as I did. As I started to suck harder, he moaned. Then I let go and repeated the process down the back of his shoulder, making sure to leave some nice teeth marks and hickeys. He moaned whenever my teeth sunk into his flesh.

“Look at those pretty marks,” I said. I took out my phone and snapped a few pictures. He still had his arms behind his back, and his wedding ring was clearly visible in some of the photos. “Oh, I bet your wife would love these pictures.”

His head snapped around as he looked at me. I smiled coyly at him. He had no idea I’d taken the pictures. “Why are you taking pictures of me?” he asked and then quickly added, “Mistress.”

I smirked. He hadn’t asked me to take pictures of him, but he had listed blackmail as a kink. I circled around to stand in front of him. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, Mistress.”

“And shouldn’t I be able to take pictures of my toy anytime I want?”

“Yes, Mistress. But what are you going to do with them?” I could see the fear in his eyes.

“Whatever I want. You’re my property. I can do whatever I want with you and my pictures of you. How does that make you feel, slut?”

I watched his throat work at swallowing, but he was staring at me like he couldn’t breathe.


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Secret Domme – Chapter 4

Welcome back to find out what’s going on with our resident Domme! If you missed the start to this story, make sure to check it out! ~Jayden


Chapter 4

“Well, now,” I said, pulling my finger out of his ass. It actually looked clean, but I continued, “what am I going to do with this nasty thing?”

“I’ll clean it for you, if you like, Mistress.”

“Yes, do that,” I said, and I walked around to his front again. He sucked on my finger like he had before, though this time, I could see that he was getting into it more. He was moaning and almost thrusting his hips as he sucked. “Do you like tasting your own ass on my finger, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said around my finger.

“Good,” I said. “It really drives home the point how much of a fucking disgusting, dirty little bitch you are.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

I took my finger out of his mouth and continued inspecting him, working my way around his body, fondling his balls, slowly stroking his cock, which was rock hard, of course.

I looked up into his eyes as I squeezed his cock in my hand. He whimpered, but he didn’t move. Then I slipped my hand back down to his balls and squeezed them. He whimpered more, and I felt his body falter.

“Does that hurt, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

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Secret Domme – Chapter 3

I got this post up a bit late. Again. Whoops. It’s all written! If you missed the start to this story, make sure to check it out! ~Jayden


Chapter 3

After many conversations and negotiations about boundaries, STI tests, guidelines, and preferences, I was finally meeting with Kody for the first time. He had offered to pay for a hotel room, but I was more comfortable in my own apartment. Plus, it was a ground-floor apartment, and there weren’t any other apartments wall to wall with mine, so if I made him scream, it wouldn’t be easy for someone else to hear.

Kody: I’ll be over as soon as I get the kids to bed.
Me: When is that?
Kody: Bedtime is at 8.
Me: Okay.

It was already 7:30, and I spent half an hour going over every detail of the apartment. Were there dishes in the sink? Did I need to vacuum? Had my cat knocked over her food bowl? In the end, I would never be fully satisfied, and I questioned for the 50th time if inviting him into my apartment was the right way to do this.

But having the toys laid out on the dresser the way I liked them was definitely a benefit to being in my own space. And when he arrived, I found that I was able to get into the right mindset. Finally.

As soon as the door closed, he was on his knees in the entryway, just as I had instructed him.

“Mistress,” he said, looking up at me. Standing, he was almost a foot taller than me, but kneeling, I got to tower over him.

I smirked down at him, “What do you want?” I asked, putting as much disdain into my voice as I could manage.

“Use me, Mistress. I want to please you.”

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Secret Domme – Chapter 2

I got this post up a bit late. Sorry about that. It’s been a CRAZY week! I’m so glad it’s come to an end though. If you missed last week’s start to this story, make sure to check it out! ~Jayden


Chapter 2

“You know, Jenna,” he said when I walked into the restaurant, “if you were going to blackmail me for dinner, I would have expected at least a high-end chain restaurant, if not something actually fancy.”

“Hi, Kody,” I said, “I wasn’t trying to blackmail you into anything.”

“Pity,” he said, and he gave me that same smirk I remembered from all those years ago. Damn, it was still hot.

He went up to the host stand and got us a table.

“After you,” he said, gesturing for me to go ahead of him.

I chose the side of the table that afforded me a view of the room, and he didn’t protest. He slid into the booth opposite me and picked up the menu. I did the same, hiding behind it. I knew what I wanted the moment I’d picked the restaurant.

“What’s good here?” he asked.

“I like their French toast,” I said.

He put the menu down. “Jenna, I’m going to start by saying that my wife knows I’m here, and she knows that I’m meeting you.”

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Secret Domme – Chapter 1

Hello friends! I’m starting a new story for my Thursday posts. Join me for the next two months or so as we meet a new couple, and the first Femme Domme I’ve had in a while! Enjoy! – Jayden


Chapter 1

I am not in love with him. I have known Kody for almost two decades. He dated my friend in high school, and I had such a huge crush on him. When they broke up, I was even more enamored. I know, I know. You aren’t supposed to date your friend’s ex-boyfriend, but the thing was that she and I weren’t very close, and I don’t think she would have cared anyway. In any case, he wasn’t interested in me, and my memory of the whole situation was that it was pretty embarrassing, so I try not to think about it.

Anyway, after about fifteen years, we ran into each other at the grocery store, and he was very nice to me. I gave an awkward smile and thought I would just keep walking, but he actually flagged me down to have a conversation. He said that it would be fun to reminisce about high school together sometime and that we should hang out. But of course, neither of us offered the other their phone number, so nothing happened.

Until a month later when he found me on Facebook and sent me a friend request. “Why not?” I thought. What was the harm in being social media friends? How many of those did I have who I literally never interacted with? Many, was the answer.

I did take a few minutes and Facebook-stalk him, though.

He was married. That was surprising.

And he had three kids. Wow.

And he was living ten minutes away from me. (I mean, I didn’t google his exact address, but the small towns were close together…)

The Facebook message popped up as I was scrolling through old pictures of him and his wife and kids. The timing surprised me so much that I jumped and actually yelped out loud.

Kody: Hey
Me: Hi
Kody: It was good running into you that time.
Me: Sure.

I was seriously wondering why he was messaging me and why he had asked if I wanted to hang out.

Kody: Can I be honest with you?
Me: Uh, sure.
Kody: I saw your profile on Fetlife.
Me: What do you mean?
Kody: I know you have a profile on Fetlife, and I found it a few months back.
Me: If you found a profile for someone you thought was me, why didn’t you message me?
Me: I mean them. Why didn’t you message them?
Kody: I don’t know. I just didn’t think that such a lovely dominant woman would be interested in a lowly bitch like me.
Me: A…lowly…bitch…?
Kody: Come on, Jenna, you know the profile is yours, and you know that you like to dominate men like me.

Okay, he was right. I did like to dominate men, but married men? Ehhh. That seemed like a stretch, even for me.

Kody: Listen, I think we should get together.
Me: I don’t know, Kody.
Kody: Please? I’ll do whatever you want.

I raised one eyebrow and typed…

Me: Okay. Cut off your balls and eat them, and I’ll go out with you.
Kody: [Wide eyed emoji]
Me: I’m kidding, Kody.
Kody: …
Me: KODY
Kody: Please, Jenna, let me buy you a cup of coffee and we’ll talk. I promise I won’t be creepy or whatever. You name the place and time, and I’ll be there.

I looked at my watch. It was just after six on a Friday, and I had no plans for the whole weekend. It was a little depressing, honestly.

Me: Fine, I’ll make you a deal.
Kody: Go ahead.
Me: I’ll meet you now if you buy me dinner.
Kody: Sold. Name the place. Give me an hour.

I picked my favorite diner that was only a few minutes away from my apartment and then spent the next 45 minutes freaking out. What was I doing? Why was I going out to eat with a married man? It wasn’t a date, though, so it was okay, right? And anyway, what the hell did he want from me?


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Grabbed

Grabbed

a short erotic fiction piece by Jayden


I felt his hand on my thigh. It was what woke me up.

I was lying on my stomach, as I often did, and I was dead asleep. But then his hand was on my thigh, and his nails dug in as he pulled my legs apart, moving me slightly more toward the center of the bed.

Who is he?

I know who he is.

He’s my Master. My Dominant. My world. I would let him take anything he wanted. I would give him my body with pleasure. And just then, he was using my body for his pleasure.

I felt his hand leave my thigh as he spread my legs further with his own. I groaned into my pillow. I was instantly wet, desperate to feel his cock inside me. And I didn’t have to wait. Sometimes he made me wait agonizingly long to be filled by him, but not tonight. Or is it morning? I don’t know. I don’t care.

I kept my eyes squeezed shut, moaning into the fabric as his cock slid home. I could feel his balls slap against my bare pussy as he started thrusting inside me. He was so deep. It felt incredible. I started to move my hips back against him as he lay down on top of me, his whole body pinning me down.

“Good girl,” he growled in my ear as he slid one hand around my throat. He wouldn’t choke me like that, not hard, anyway. His other hand slipped under me and against my hip. “Who do you belong to, slut?” he asked.

“You, Master.”

“Do you like that I woke you up to use your body?”

“Yes, Master,” I groan. In no way was being disingenuous. I was so turned on. I loved when he did this, and he knew it.

“What do you want, slut?”

I groaned into the pillow again, buying myself a few seconds to process his question and formulate an answer. “I want you to cum, Master.”

“So soon?” he asked, and I could hear the teasing in his voice.

“No, Master, not right away.”

“Good,” he said, and he pounded harder into me. “I’m not quite ready yet.”

I kept thrusting back against him, rotating my hips the way he taught me.

“Good girl,” he growled. “Your cunt was made for me.”

“Yes, Master. My body is yours. All my holes.”

“Good girl,” he said again. He knew it was my favorite thing to hear.

“I’m yours, Master. Body, heart, and soul. All yours, Master. I love you, Master.”

“I love you too, slut,” he said, and then he sunk his teeth into my shoulder.

I groaned, but I loved it. I smiled when he started sucking, knowing that he would leave a mark and loving it. “Yes, Master, thank you, Master,” I groaned.

It was hard to keep track of how long he fucked me, but before I knew it, he was tensing up in the familiar way that I knew meant he was going to cum. It spurred me on to thrust harder against him.

“Yes, Master, fill my cunt with cum, please, Master!” I kept talking, tripping over my own words, telling him over and over again that I wanted his cum, until I felt the wash of it deep inside me. I groaned with appreciation and thrust harder against him as his thrusts slowed.

“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear. “My good girl.”

And I smiled because that was all I wanted to be—Master’s good girl. Just hearing him say the words brought me a joy nothing else ever had. I settled back in to sleep, his cum slowly dripping out of me and down my thighs. I drifted back to sleep, his body pressed up against mine, his cum all over my thighs, and my heart full of love and desire.


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