M is for Masochistic Mistress

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On Monday, I started a fun story about a couple at Lashes BDSM Casino Resort. Check out this next installment, a chapter from a book picked up in the Library. You can read this as a standalone story, or start with Monday’s post: J is for Jazz. Make sure you check out all of our A to Z Posts and like and comment! A book store shopping spree is on the line for Richard or me, whoever gets the most likes and comments!


M is for Masochistic Mistress

by Jayden

“Harder,” she directed, and he immediately complied, sinking his teeth harder into her shoulder. He had her pinned down on the bed, his cock deep in her pussy, and his teeth sinking into her shoulder. “Fuck me faster, bitch,” she groaned, “harder, faster!”

His teeth would definitely leave a mark, just as she was asking for. He groaned something against her skin that sounded like “Yes, Mistress.”

“Ahh, yes, bitch, keep going, cum for me. Bite me harder, hit my cervix, yesssss!”

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L is for Library

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On Monday, we started with J is for Jazz. Follow our couple as they enter the Library at Lashes BDSM Casino Resort. If you want to start at the beginning of the story, you haven’t missed much yet! Just head to J is for Jazz or get the full list on our A to Z 2021 page. Don’t forget to like and comment to help me win a book store shopping spree from Richard!


L is for Library

by Jayden

Lashes had lots of great rooms, but the Library was definitely my favorite. True to its title, there were shelves and shelves of books. Some of them were just kinky novels, some of them were how-to books, and some of them were average run-of-the-mill books. But then there was another whole set of shelves that held all the toys the books describe.

Master escorted me to the room, having made a reservation earlier. Just opening the door made me feel even more submissive. The unmistakable smell of books permeated the air. I nearly dropped to my knees the moment we got inside, but I waited until I got instructions.

“What would you like to do tonight, pet?” he asked. He sat down in a large armchair and nodded toward his feet. That was the instruction I was waiting for. 

I knelt down at his feet and looked up at him. “Read to me, Master?” I loved it when he read to me, his expressive voice echoing in the room. I could listen to him read all night long, especially if he was reading something sexy.

“Go pick something out.”

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K is for Kinky

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Welcome to the second installation of the week! If you missed J is for Jazz, you won’t want to miss it. Remember to like and comment so I can win the shopping spree at the book store from Richard!


K is for Kinky

by Jayden

I was a kinky slut, but sometimes that was hard to admit. My Master knew me too well, though.

“Say it,” he said, and he slapped the edge of my ass cheek.

“I’m a kinky slut,” I groaned.

“Good girl,” he crooned in my ear.

God I lived for those words.

“Say it again. Louder.”

“I’m a kinky slut.”

“Good girl,” he repeated. “What do you want me to do to you, slut?”

I groaned, already finding it difficult to form words. “I want… I want… I want you to fuck me.”

He slid his cock along my slit, up and down, not penetrating me but coming close.

“Please, Master,” I groaned.

“Please what, slut?”

“Please fuck me, Master.”

“Louder,” he said.

“Please fuck me, Master,” I said louder, the wind carrying my voice away from the balcony.

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J is for Jazz

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J is for Jayden! At least, I’ve taken back over for the week, featuring a 6-part story that will (hopefully) leave you wanting more! Remember, Richard and I are in competition to see who can get the most likes and comments on our posts, so make sure you tell your friends to check us out! If you fell behind, this is a great place to jump in, or check out our A to Z 2021 page to get the full list of posts. And be sure to include your link in the comments if you’re stopping by from A to Z!


J is for Jazz

by Jayden

The jazz music floated through the open doorway and out onto the balcony where I stood. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. The smells of the ocean assaulted my nose. I could have stood there forever, but then arms wrapped around me from behind, and I leaned into them.

“Hello, sweetheart,” I murmured, wrapping up in the warmth of his arms—my Master. I often called him Master, but he didn’t require it when we weren’t playing. We enjoyed each other when we were in D/s mode and out of it. But there was always an undercurrent of feeling, knowing that he owned me—body, heart, and soul.

“Hello, sexy,” he said, and he nipped at my ear.

I giggled a little and opened my eyes, turning in his arms to face him. “I thought you wanted to wait until tonight to have balcony sex,” I teased.

He grinned down at me, “Why wait?”

“For darkness?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I don’t care.”

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I is for Intimate

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Alright everybody, welcome to the end of our little story. Never forget your aftercare!


I is for Intimate

by Richard

She pushed the door open a crack, “How you doing back here, Phil?”

“I’m good, come on in.”

She opened the door the rest of the way and stepped inside. Phillip was sitting on a leather couch against one wall, a cool washcloth over his crotch. There was an ice bucket full of them at his feet.

“Didn’t get you too hard, did I?” she asked.

“Nah, just easier to get everything to go down this way.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, sliding her skirt off onto the floor. “I’m sure I could get it back up if you wanted.”

She crossed the room, holding a gloved hand out towards him.

“If that’s what you want, Mistress, I’ll be happy to. Usually, you like some cuddles after a scene, though.” He reached up, slowly pulling the glove down and tossing it on top of her skirt.

“You’re right,” she said, reaching out with the other glove. “That was a hot one tonight though. Either you’re getting the job done tonight, or B.O.B. is.”

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H is for Horny? Hurting?

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Happy Friday everybody! Welcome to the penultimate chapter of our little adventure. Remember, if you’re enjoying it, leave us some likes and comments so we know to continue it next month. -Richard


H is for Horny. Or Hurting.

by Richard

“It turns me on so fucking much when you whores start crying,” she said.

She stood up off of him, loosening the strap on and tossing it into the wings for one of the attendants to grab. They’d need to clean it before the next show anyway.

“I’ll be honest. I don’t really get off much from fucking,” she said. She grabbed the zipper near the neck of her suit and slowly pulled it down. She let it drop on down to Phillip.

“Pain is what really does it for me.” She reached up, pinching her nipples. “On myself is nice, but I really prefer it on others.”

She bent over, grabbing one of his nipples with the fingertips of each hand and pulling. He hissed and struggled up to his feet.

“Of course, it’s not just physical pain. I love reminding this pathetic purple pussy eater what a freak he is.” She traced the seam where his hood met the neck of his costume. “Can you imagine how awful it’d be if I just ripped this off now?” she asked. “How embarrassed would you be if everyone saw who you were? Friends. Family. Could you ever show your face again if I ripped your mask off right here?” She reached behind his head, undoing the gag and tossing it off stage as well.

Phillip flexed his jaw a few times and swallowed before answering, “No, Mistress.”

The Dungeon Mistress smiled and reached down, tracing one finger along the curve of his cock, collecting the dollop of precum at the head. “But your cock throbbed with every insult, didn’t it?” she asked, flicking the pre onto his chest.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I bet you don’t even want to cum,” she said, slowly starting to jerk him off.

“Let’s see a show of hands. How many guys out there would rather get jerked off until just before they cum, and go home with a nice case of blue balls than have your date actually finish you off? Anybody? Anybody?”

She continued rubbing Phillip’s dick as she looked out in the crowd, a few hands raised. “Alright, if you brought a guy with you tonight, take a look. You gotta give ‘em what they want, right?”

She jerked him faster, her gloved hand almost a blur on his cock as he squirmed on the stage. Removing her microphone, she put it up close to his mouth, letting the whole theater hear as he whined and moaned. 

“That’s it, pet. Get all kinds of hot and bothered. I want you to think about tonight the next time you jerk off. Assuming I let you…”

It didn’t take long. Shortly after that, his voice filled the auditorium. “Please, Mistress. You need to stop! I can’t hold on.”

“Ooooh, what’s that, slave-boy? Do you need something?”

“Mistress, please, I’m going to cum. I know you aren’t going to let me.”

“I’m not. Because I’m a kind Domme, who makes sure you get what you like. And what do you like more than cumming, whore?”

“Having my orgasms ruined, Goddess.”

“Mmm, that’s right. So you make sure you let me know just when you can’t take it anymore, and I’ll give us both what we want.”

He kept muttering and writhing in her grasp, a word here and there intelligible. “Mistress”, “please”, “close”, “don’t.”

“Now, Mistress, I’m cumming!” he gasped, then screamed as she squeezed down hard on his balls with one hand, the other gripping the base of his shaft as hard as she could. He jerked and gasped for almost a full thirty seconds before finally slumping against her. 

She clicked the mic off and leaned against his ear to whisper, “You okay?”

“Yeah, that was great.”

“Alright, go get checked out. I’ll be back in a few,” she said, giving him a light shove towards the side of the stage.

She took a step forward, gesturing towards him with one hand. “Let’s have a big round of applause for my sub tonight! Give it up for Mister Purple!”

The crowd cheered, and she went through the rest of her closing, taking a bow as the curtain closed in front of her. The staff ran out of the wings, collecting the toys to be cleaned and put away, as she headed back towards her dressing room, knocking before entering.


We’ll wrap things up tomorrow with I is for Intimate. Make sure to stop by for your aftercare!-Richard

G is for Gag

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Good news for us! It was both! Not sure if it’s so good for Phillip though…


G is for Gag

by Richard

Like everything else, the Dungeon Mistress’s examination of the toy rack was carefully planned for suspense. She knew exactly what she’d be getting next and exactly where it was. Bottom row, front side, third from the left, was a ring gag. She took it, then spun the whole thing around, revealing the other side to the audience. 

“And now, it’s time for a little audience participation. As you can see here, I have a selection of strap ons in all kinds of fun sizes and colors. Red, green, blue, ridged, spiral, too big, too small, just right… If you were all good and followed my orders before the show, you’ll have our app on your phones. Take a minute to vote on which one I’ll use while I get ready.”

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F is for Footwear

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Seriously, do you know how hard it is to get sub out of leather? Good thing Phillip is up for a good spit shine-tonight!


F is for Footwear

by Richard

The Dungeon Mistress lay down in front of him. She spread her legs wide and rose up on her elbows until she could hook her ankles around Phillip’s neck. 

“Kneel here, slave. I’ll be comfortable for this next part at least.”

She slowly pulled him down to his knees, her legs still raised. She slid the tip of her heels down his chest, grinding one into his tender nipples on either side, another moan forcing its way past the zipper on his hood.

“I’m going to let you in on a dirty little secret,” she whispered into the microphone for the whole crowd to hear. “He’d rather feel these than my pussy. Can you imagine? What kind of freak would rather rub his cock on heels than really fuck a woman. But you know better than to think you deserve to fuck a Goddess like me, don’t you worm?” she asked.

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E is for Electricity

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Welcome back to our kinky little floor show. Hopefully today’s feature will be positively electrifying! As always, hit those likes and comments. I’m extending my offer of free ponies to everyone if I win.


E is for Electricity

by Richard

The Dungeon Mistress smiled and yanked him forward a spotlight center stage. “Uh oh, folks. This one’s got some fight in him!” she called.

The crowd roared, and she tapped the wand against his side. 

Once they made it to the spotlight, she rose a hand above her head and snapped. Seconds later, a Saint Andrew’s cross descended from the ceiling, landing behind them with a thud. She lifted Phillip’s hands above his head, securing one on either side.

“Let’s leave his feet for now,” she said to the audience. “It’s more fun to watch him squirm that way.”

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D is for Dungeon Mistress

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Welcome to the next mini-series A to Z Challenge post! This is the first one in Richard’s first set. Remember to like and comment. We’ll continue whichever story gets the most, and the writer gets a book store shopping spree.


D is for Dungeon Mistress

by Richard

The Dungeon Mistress stepped onto the stage; empty save for a high rack covered in toys in the center. Cheers applauded out of the audience. She waved to the crowd, spotlights shining on her outfit. 

“Welcome, welcome. It’s so good to see all of you!” she said. She was dressed nearly head to throat in leather: thigh-high stiletto boots, a tight corset, slitted miniskirt, shoulder-length gloves. Each piece was jet black, save for a single blood-red stripe that ran from the edge of each one to meet at her cleavage.

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C is for Casino

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So excited to be back for my third A to Z Challenge Post! Please remember to like and comment. Let us know if you’re participating so we can visit your blog!

This short series starts with A is for Ahhh so make sure you read that post first.

C is for Casino

by Jayden

Lashes Casino Resort loomed in front of me. It was my place of work, but it was also my favorite place. It offered everything. Not only could you gamble on slot machines, but you could also play table games. But there were dozens of those casinos in the area. What made this one special was that it also offered all the perks of a BDSM club. Private rooms, public rooms, private demonstrations, public demonstrations, and all the kinky toys your heart could desire. All of it was at your fingertips, and all you had to do was step through the sliding glass doors.

Oh, and sign in. No one came in without security making sure you were legit. A few parts of the Casino were generally open to the public, but most of it was behind locked doors. We didn’t have exorbitant prices or anything, but we did need to make sure that everyone was safe.

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B is for Backpack

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So excited to be back for my second A to Z Challenge Post! Please remember to like and comment. Let us know if you’re participating so we can visit your blog!

This post is a continuation of A is for Ahhh so make sure you read that post first.

B is for Backpack

by Jayden

I tried to catch my breath sitting on the train, but I couldn’t. I had swung my backpack onto the floor between my legs, and after a few minutes of wheezing, I opened it to dig out my inhaler. I didn’t have to use it often, but I was very glad I was carrying it with me now. I shook it, took off the cap, and inhaled a sweet puff. Inhalers used to taste foul, but now they weren’t too bad. It wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t distasteful either.

I slipped it back into my backpack and zipped the pocket shut, getting a look around me for the first time since I sat down on the train. My vision was spotty with fear, but I was finally able to comprehend the world around me.

“Are you all right?” an older woman asked when I glanced in her direction. Unlike many of the people on the train, her ears weren’t plugged with earbuds, and her eyes weren’t glued to a screen.

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A is for Ahhh

Welcome to our first Blogging from A to Z post! (Actually, we had a theme reveal a few weeks back.) We asked for ideas on what to bet, and decided that the winner gets a $50 shopping spree at a local book store courtesy of the loser! Thanks to everyone who tossed out ideas, and please like, comment, and share our posts (mostly mine – Jayden). At the end of the month, we’ll count up the number of likes and comments, find the average, and declare a winner.

A is for Ahhh

by Jayden

I went out the door at 5:30 am like I would any other day. I worked the early shift on Thursday morning at the BDSM Resort Casino. I turned left and headed for the staircase that would take me down a back alley, but it came out only a block from the train. And from here, the train was a free ride and dropped me off right in front of the Resort. So why wouldn’t I take advantage? Otherwise, I had to walk about a mile. Ultimately, it took about the same amount of time regardless of whether I walked or grabbed the train, but it was early, and I was tired.

As I got near the stairs, I saw a car parked along the side of the road. That wasn’t terribly unusual. It’s a big city, and there were other cars parked along the same stretch. But what made it stand out is that the headlights were on. The inside of the car was dark, and that was very odd. If someone had pulled over to do something on their phone, the phone would at least partially illuminate the inside of the car. If they were looking for something, they would have turned on their interior lights. But no, the car was completely dark on the inside.

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Theme Reveal #AtoZChallenge

We are so excited to announce our project for the A to Z Challenge! We liked the Blogging from A to Z Challenge theme of “Bet on yourself to do more” so much that we’re running with that as our theme for our April A to Z.

The Plan:

Jayden is going to write three short-ish stories to run the first 1st, 3rd, and 5th weeks of April, and Richard is going to write two short-ish stories to run the 2nd and 4th weeks in April. Our short stories will center on the theme of a BDSM Casino Resort.

But since we’re betting people, we also want to make a bet with each other.

The Bet:

We each think that we can get more likes and comments than the other, on average, on our posts for the month of April.

Here’s where you come in. Tell us in the comments what the prize should be for the winner! We’ll announce the full terms of the bet at the end of March, so be sure to tell us what you think we should do. Thanks!

-Jayden and Richard

Reflections on #AtoZChallenge

You would think as organizer for the A to Z Blog Challenge, I would have been prepared for the Reflections Post. The truth is, I almost missed it. I can’t write it until the challenge is at least almost over. Let’s face it, when I wrote Exploration in January, the world was a completely different place. Even when I got these posts pre-scheduled in March and early April, the world was different.

So, I waited to write this. And now the time has come, and I should have posted it hours ago, but…I didn’t. And that’s okay. I know that. Hey, I finished the challenge this year, which didn’t happen my first year.

I have loved seeing comments from new readers and previous readers. I am excited that so many people have downloaded the book, too! I said that you could get it for any price in April, but I’m going to continue that low price for the month of May. I hope many people will come back and see this, and will want to see the whole world. It was serendipitous that I wrote about a world without disease, without inequality, without prejudice. It has been a great escape in the reality of today. But even then, sometimes I find that I can’t escape to it. Reality is too crushing. Anyway.

I hope that you are all staying safe and healthy (goodness I’m sick of hear/saying that), and that you are able to find an escape that works for you. If reading helps, read my blog, read my novels (and give me reviews!). If it doesn’t work for you, well, my books will be here. This isn’t the Neverending Story. They won’t change.

Lots of love to my readers on this journey, and I can’t wait to get out there and read more of your blogs in the coming weeks.

#AtoZChallenge Z

Z2020

Z is for Zoology

from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch


This is a bit of a downer, since there isn’t a lot of zoology in Zebulon. Animals have all but died out. There are no predators outside. There aren’t bugs inside the buildings, though some survived outside of it.

So, let’s take this opportunity to sum up Zebulon for Z!

A society born from a nuclear winter wasteland, populated by some determined humans who figured out how to survive. Science saved them long enough for them to develop the technology to go underground, generate power, and grow food. Although their lives weren’t ideal, they survived and managed to keep the species alive. Now, they have a thriving city and nine others besides who are able to keep living in the wasteland humans created. It’s unlikely the Earth will ever be habitable normally again, but at least for now, they can live a comfortable existence.

The best part, after the division of generations, they have come together as a community under the banner of equality and community. Everyone works together to ensure all members of the Zebulon community can thrive.

But, the science (fiction) of the community isn’t the focus. Mara is the focus. Mara, who has just turned 18 and is about to find out all there is that her community has to offer. She has spent years learning to cook, care for a home, sew, use technology, solve problems, and work together. But now she has to learn a trade and figure out what the hell she wants in a partner. Or, if she wants a partner? There are so many possibilities, and as soon as she turned 18, all of those possibilities are open to her. So, what will she pick and what challenges will she face along the way?

Well, you’ll just have to read to find out.


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Find out all that and in Exploration: An Erotic Novel available now!

Also available for Pre-Order is Exploring Limits, the second book in the Exploration series!

Available on Smashwords and Kindle!

 

 

 

#AtoZChallenge Y

Y2020

Y is for Youth

from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch


This is the crux of this society. Youth is revered, especially after there was a dry spell where no new children were born. It was a scary time for their community. Now, things have leveled off, and they try to make sure there aren’t too many new children, so they are overburdened, but it’s usually handled naturally. Birth control is nearly 100% effective, so when the community is overburdened with children, they can request residents to use birth control until they have more space in their nurseries. It’s always optional, though.

Infants stay with their mother for the first three months, and then they are placed into childcare centers. The centers are there to help the children develop community skills. It’s important to the community that children aren’t isolated.

The parents are encouraged to visit their children often, and the children will also go visit their parents at least once a week, if they want to. But most of the childcare is handled in their dorms.

The children are separated into rooms with 1-3 other children when they’re about 5 or 6 (depending on when they’re ready). They are given their bedrooms when they start to mature and hit puberty around 10 or 11. By 16, they are given a room in a pod where they live with other people and have to start cooking for themselves under strict guidance. At 18, they are on their own with their floormates. At 18 they are considered young adults and are encouraged to experiment with their sexuality and preferences. Before that, they are encouraged to form platonic relationships, but they are given a pill that allows them to physically mature but keeps their sex drive down so they can mature emotionally first.

They are given a series of tests from age 18 to 22 (called young adults) and at 22 they are given their relationship assignments. These assignments are made once a year so that the Matchmakers can match everyone at once. Sometimes older people are also put in the pool so a match isn’t guaranteed to be between people of the same age.


Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Read on for a random excerpt from Chapter 10 in Exploration: An Erotic Novel.

Remember this (and most) of my posts contain adult content!


Chapter 7: Another Meeting

I broke the kiss immediately. “I’m coming!” I called. Fuck. “I forgot about the meeting,” I whispered.

“Me, too,” James said.

I climbed off of his lap, and we both stood up. “Do I look okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, “you’re perfect.”

I wondered briefly if there was more to that statement than whether I looked okay to go to the meeting or not.

“Come on,” he said, and he took my hand and pulled me to my door.

He opened it, and we went into the living room. Thankfully, my room was basically the closest to the meeting room, so it wasn’t a long walk. Carla was waiting for me.

“There you are!” she said.

“Sorry,” I hissed.

I surveyed the room and saw that Carla and Jean had saved a spot for me. I glanced at James, but he just nodded in their direction. I took my seat between my two pod-mates, and James went and sat on another couch facing me.

“Are we all here now?” Kelly asked. I watched her do a quick headcount and see that 12 seats were occupied. “Great, let’s begin,” she said. Kelly was our mentor. We didn’t need a mentor officially now that we were year 18s, and this was supposed to be her last meeting in charge. “To make things easier, we’re going to show you a video about what to expect over the next few weeks. Then I’ll be able to give you your career choice results.”

I felt a cold sweat slide down my spine. I wanted the career choices first, but no, the video first.

She picked up the remote and it started playing immediately.

The black screen flared to life, and the words “Congratulations Year 18s!” slid across the screen in blue letters. One of the actors I had seen many times over the years appeared.

“Hello! I know you’re anxious to get your career assignments, year 18s, but please stick with me. I just have a few things to go over first. You may have already noticed that your daily vitamins are different. If you haven’t started feeling different, you will soon. The vitamins you were taking ensured that your bodies could develop before your sexual emotions. But those blockers have been removed. We encourage you all to visit the Exploration Floor with some of your fellow year 18s and explore each other. There are toys and supplies in the dressers in the Exploration Rooms. Your identification cards will now give you access to that floor. Also, your TVs, as well as the ones in the Exploration Rooms, have more channels available to you. You may be interested in learning some things from those videos.

“As always, if you have any questions, you are encouraged to explore together. Your mentor and your family may also be able to answer your questions. And now, without further ado, your mentor will provide you with your first career assignments.

“Please remember that if you want to change your careers, you will be given that opportunity in six months. Thank you!”

The screen went black, and Kelly took the center of the room. “So,” she said, “when I call your name, please come forward and take your envelope. Instructions for your first day of your job are included. Once you have your envelope, you’re dismissed, but I’ll be around afterward if you have any questions.”


What career does she get?

Why did she forget about the meeting?

Find out all that and in Exploration: An Erotic Novel available now! Or come back tomorrow to learn more!

 

#AtoZChallenge X

X2020

X is for Xenial

from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch


There aren’t a lot of guests in Zebulon. Once a month, one building hosts representatives from the other buildings in their common space. No one stays overnight in that situation because they live close enough to go home. There are certain customs that they observe. Every floor makes a dish to share with the guests so there is amble food for their day-long meeting. They are more likely to show off their best dishes, but they all have the same ingredients, so it’s not usually that spectacular. They can make specialty desserts though.

Four times a year, the cities come together and send ten representatives. There are 10 cities. (10 cities, 20 representatives, 1 from each of the 20 residential buildings) makes 200 people.

Those meetings are held on a rotating basis so that every city hosts once every 5 years. At the time they host, they have to make a lot of space. People will stay together with extra people in their rooms if they have to. Representatives from close cities will often go back to their city after the meeting, but not everyone is that close.


Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Read on for a random excerpt from Chapter 10 in Exploration: An Erotic Novel.

Remember this (and most) of my posts contain adult content!


I jumped up off the bed and ran out of the room. James’ room was just on the other side of the living room. I could take the long way around and avoid the living room, which I seriously considered, but the living room was empty.

I rushed through and practically fell into James’ door.

He opened it as though he had been waiting for me. “Mara!” he said, and he opened the door wider so I could enter. His room was furnished the same way as mine. I sat down in his desk chair.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

I should have thought of a lie before I went over there, but I didn’t.

“What did Lori want?”

“I—uh—she wanted to talk to me about my job.”

“Why didn’t she just wait until tomorrow?”

“That’s what I said,” I latched onto that idea and rolled my eyes. “I don’t know. You know how Lori is.”

He nodded. “I can’t believe we got interrupted again.”

“I know,” I said.

He sat down on the couch and gestured for me to join him.

“Are you all packed?” I asked, ignoring the gesture.

He shrugged. “Enough. I don’t need much.”

I nodded.

“Mara, come here.”

“I-I’d better not,” I said. “I just, I just came to say goodbye.”

“Mara,” he said, this time his voice was disappointed. “You make it sound like it’s goodbye forever.”

“No, not forever,” I said. “Just for a few weeks.”

“You’ll be so busy with your new job that you won’t even know I’m gone.”

I highly doubted that.

“Mara, come here, please, I won’t bite.”

I couldn’t resist him. I didn’t want to. I moved and sat down next to him on the couch. Wrapping his arms around me, he inhaled my scent.

“Can’t we pick up where we left off?”

“Why, so someone else can knock on the door?” I scoffed.

“Then we’ll go. We can go up to the Exploration Floor. There have to be plenty of open rooms. Or let them knock. I’ll ignore it.”

I smiled at him and rested my hand against his jaw. “James,” I said, “it’s a lovely thought.”

His expression fell. “You don’t want to pick up where we left off, do you?” he asked.

I took a deep breath. “I just think that maybe now isn’t the right time,” I said.

I could see the frustration cross his features. “But Mara, I leave for three weeks in the morning.”

I nodded. “And I’ll see you when you get back.”

He stood up and scrubbed his hand through his hair. He left it standing on end, and I couldn’t help but be reminded of how it had looked after I had had my hands all in it.

I wanted to tell him the whole truth. I wanted to tell him about my Special Assignment, but I was afraid that I would be in trouble. Lori told me not to tell, and she had the power to change my assignment. I knew she did. And I didn’t want that. As much as I was fucking terrified of learning all these new things on camera for other residents to see, I wanted to learn. I wanted the opportunities that this job afforded me. And I knew that such a great opportunity wouldn’t come along lightly.

“Mara,” he said, and then he dropped to his knees in front of me, “what did Lori say that scared you off?”

I must be so transparent. “Nothing,” I protested, but the word felt false in my mouth.

He cocked his head to the side and took my hands in his. He waited, letting the silence stretch between us.

“When you get back, maybe things will be different,” I said.

“Maybe,” he repeated my word back to me. “What is that supposed to mean?”

I had no idea how long I would be on this Special Assignment. For all I knew, they would take me away, and I wouldn’t even be back when James was. “I’m so confused, James, I’m sorry.”

As much as there had been so many emotions in the last few hours, the worst of it was this. Seeing the hurt look on James’ face, knowing that he wanted to explore things with me, knowing that he wanted me to be his first, and knowing that that wasn’t going to happen. Seeing that look cross his face, telling me that he knew I wasn’t going to wait for him. And the worst part of all: not being able to tell him the truth behind the reason.

He let go of my hands and hauled me into his arms, our bodies pressing against one another. He kissed the top of my head.

“Mara, you have been my best friend as long as I can remember. If the time is right, then it will happen. This just isn’t our time.” I could hear the strain in his voice, the effort the words took. Tears stung my eyes, and I tried to blink them away.

“Thank you, James, thank you.”

He kissed me on the top of my head again. “Now you’d better go before your lips tempt me any more.”

I giggled, and a sob caught in my throat. But I couldn’t help it. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissed his lips lightly, and then said, “Goodbye, James.”

I left him standing in his room, his arms still poised to hold me, his lips still molded in the shape of my mouth.


Why is she saying goodbye to James?

What does she think is going to happen while she’s gone?

Find out all that and in Exploration: An Erotic Novel available now! Or come back tomorrow to learn more!

 

#AtoZChallenge W

W2020

W is for Weapons & Warfare

from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch


There are no weapons in Zebulon. There are regular kitchen knives, but there’s nothing else. Fighting isn’t encouraged in any way, and activities that appear like fighting have long been abandoned. There is no archery, and certainly no guns. The people who are responsible for keeping the peace (police) aren’t given anything like that. They are trained in hand to hand combat, but mostly in techniques to diffuse situations.

And those are their real weapons: community building, mental healthcare, medical healthcare, equality. There’s no need for weapons because there’s no need for conflict that can’t be resolved in another way.


Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Weapons and War aren’t really featured in this novel, so read on for a random excerpt from Chapter 20 in Exploration: An Erotic Novel.

Remember this (and most) of my posts contain adult content!


He started running the bathwater and stepped into the tub. He helped me in, and we sat down as the water poured in around us. It was loud enough that we didn’t try to talk over it. We just let the warmth surround us. We sat side by side, his arm around me, my head resting on his shoulder. I wondered about the irony if we just sat here talking all night instead of having sex. How much would it piss Nicole off? I almost giggled at the thought, but I knew I couldn’t share it with him with the cameras on, so I stifled it. He turned off the water, and the silence was deafening.

But I should have known it wasn’t a concern. We had formed a great connection in the half-hour we spent on the couch, but that whole time, we were sitting near each other, specifically not touching. Now that we were touching again, I could feel my body responding to him.

He leaned down and kissed my temple and then started to trail kisses along my jaw. I moaned with pleasure. He kissed my lips, but it was just a light kiss. We couldn’t get a deeper kiss from that angle, just as before.

I moved to straddle him, his cock already getting hard. I adjusted my hips so that he slid along my slit, but didn’t get inside me. Not yet. We kissed, and this one was not light. His tongue probed my mouth, one hand pressing my head firmly against his. His other wrapped around my waist, controlling my movements. My hands rested on his biceps. They were huge, and I loved feeling the hard muscle under his skin.

Without meaning to, my hips started to move, little adjustments at first, but then more rhythmic movements. His cock was starting to get dangerously close to entering me again. I wasn’t sure that I cared, but he released my head and put both hands on my hips so he could stop me.

“Not so fast, Mara,” he teased.

I pouted at him. “I want to feel your cock inside me,” I said. I wanted to whisper it. I wanted only him to hear it, but I knew that Nicole would likely make me repeat myself, so I made sure to raise my voice loud and clear.

“Soon, baby, soon,” he said. “But I won’t have sex with you until I get you off at least once.”

I whimpered. I remembered the power of the orgasm from earlier, and I wanted that again. I almost wasn’t sure my body could handle another one, or more! He said, ‘at least’!


Who is she with?

How many times will she cum before she gets sex?

Find out all that and in Exploration: An Erotic Novel available now! Or come back tomorrow to learn more!

 

#AtoZChallenge V

V2020

V is for Visual Arts

from Rebekah Loper’s book called The A-Zs of Worldbuilding: Building a Fictional World From Scratch


There is almost nothing too taboo for Zebulon. Sexuality is revered. Nudity is normal. Public sex is encouraged. Many people invest a lot of time in relationships, both emotional and sexual.

But other hobbies exist, too. There’s theater, movies (though not very many), porn is popular. As mentioned before, music, art, writings are all common hobbies. The resources to do those things are readily available. No one takes more than they are actively using, so there aren’t squabbles for things. If a resource gets short, they can put in an order and the scientists and manufacturing work on making those resources more available.


Above you see my description that I wrote based on the extensive questions in The A-Zs of Worldbuilding. Read on for an excerpt from Chapter 6 in Exploration: An Erotic Novel.

Remember this (and most) of my posts contain adult content!


He sat down on my two-seater sofa. I sat down next to him. We had spent so much time in my room or his watching TV or playing games—countless hours. But now I was aware of my every move. My thigh was touching his thigh. Did it always do that when we sat here?

James picked up the remote and flicked on the TV. “Do you want to watch something?” he asked.

I shrugged. I didn’t care. I focused on the screen as he scrolled through the different options.

“Mara!” he said, his voice excited.

“What?”

“Look!”

I was looking, but I wasn’t seeing whatever he was seeing. “What?” I said again.

“You have the porn channels now.”

I blinked at the screen. He was right. There, right at the top of the list, was the same video we had been watching upstairs.

James was looking at me now.

“What?”

“Do you want to watch the rest of it?”

“Yeah, okay,” I said.

He turned in on and fast-forwarded to the part where we had left off. The man was pushing the vibrator into the woman’s pussy. She was moaning with pleasure, and then she had an orgasm. Or at least, that’s what I thought it was. Kids talked, you know, so I had picked up a fair amount of vocabulary, but I had never experienced or seen any of this stuff. Her moans went up to a higher pitch, and her hands gripped the blanket of the bed beneath her. The man moved faster with the vibrator.

“Look at him fuck her with that thing,” James said, but I was sure he wasn’t talking to me.

I was suddenly embarrassed to be watching this with James. A blush crept up my cheeks, but he wasn’t looking at me.

He was focused on the woman on the screen. Her chest rose and fell faster, and the camera moved around so it was up close on her perky nipples as she sucked air into her lungs quickly. A fine sheen of sweat made her face and body shiny.

I could feel parts of my body low and deep, clenching in excitement. I had never had these feelings before. Why were they coming on so suddenly? Was it because of the video? Because of James? Because of the ceremony? And then I realized that James was looking at me. I met his gaze, and he licked his lips. “What?” I asked.

He blinked a couple of times quickly, and said, “I’m sorry, I just, I’ve never felt, I had no idea, I’m sorry.” He was practically stammering. James had always been a little awkward, and I thought it was cute, so his stammering wasn’t totally out of the ordinary with other people, but we had been so comfortable with each other as long as I could remember.

I put my hand on his arm and said, “What’s wrong, James?”

“My brother told me,” he said, taking a deep breath, “that our vitamins suppress our sexual desires.”

I had never heard that before. “What do you mean?”

“He told me that they switch our vitamin formulas when we get to year 18, and that’s why we suddenly have these feelings we’ve never had before.”

That explained a lot.


How were they watching porn before it was in her room?

What did it explain?

What’s about to happen?

Find out all that and in Exploration: An Erotic Novel available now! Or come back in two days to learn more!