Wank Wednesday 8/31- #word

One #word. That's all it can take. It drops me to my knees, makes my mouth water for you. Trips my heart into overdrive; my breath quickens. Muscles clench and moisten.

One #word that binds me into your influence, focusing all that I have into your wants and desires. My body readies for whatever touch you want to give it, whatever pleasure you wish to take from it.

A #word to make me powerful, even when expressed in submitting control of that power to you.

I don't forget what I want, because with one #word all I want is you.


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News: Coming Together: In Flux anthology

It's official, I'll have my first story in print, on *paper*, since high school.

Coming around Halloween of 2011, a story I wrote called "Three Moons" will be part of the Coming Together: In Flux anthology, edited by Nobilis Reed, from the Coming Together people at http://www.eroticanthology.com

The story is an explicit paranormal romance involving a woman who owns a bar and the man from out of town that captivates her senses.

The anthology itself is to benefit the Woodhull Freedom Foundation, whose mission is to affirm sexual freedom as a fundamental human right, and the stories revolve around the concept of transformation- real physical transformation.


I'll post more information as I have it.

*squee*

FuckMeFriday prompt 6/10: Listen

Close your eyes. That's it. Just close your eyes and relax. Don't worry, don't try, just feel and let things happen when they do. You're so beautiful. Shhhh. Just relax. Open your hands, don't clutch the sheets. Hold onto me only if you must. Just follow my voice, feel my hands, and relax into it. That's right. Just let the pleasure fall over you like a soft rain. Come on, open your legs. That's it. Open for me. Just listen and feel. Like that. Don't strive for it, don't fight it. Just let the orgasm happen when it wants to.


(The trick is to have your favorite voice saying this TO you.)

Wank Wednesday Prompt 6/8: Utensil

#Utensil

Crisp white linen hangs on the line outside. Crystal sits on the sill, sunlight casting rainbows across our kitchen.

I use the cloth on the first delicate salad fork, carefully rubbing the silver surface.

My skin flushes, exposed to summer heat.

I set the fork down and reach for the next.

"Again," says Abigail. She crosses from the seat where she has been having tea, and flicks the chain I've been trying not to move, the chain hooked to wicked clamps.

I shudder in pain, in pleasure, as I reach for the fork again.

I want you to enjoy dinner.

WankWednesday prompt 5/18: Slice

You warned me to wear clothes I didn't care about. I heeded the warning.

I enter the bedroom at your invitation, noting the calm in your voice while my heart races in anticipation.

I kneel on the bed and close my eyes because you tell me to.

One hand grips my hair and from the other I hear a metallic click. You tell me to hold still. Very still.

First to go is my shirt. Then my pants, bra, panties… moving only when you say so… until all that is left for your knife is the canvas of my skin.

FuckMeFriday prompt 6/3: Taste

Blindfolded & bound, other senses take over. The sizzle of oil, the scent of garlic & ginger blooming under the heat.

A slight click as stoneware meets countertop.

"Open"

My legs cannot move, so I open my mouth.

Bite by bite, you pull me through the meal, avoiding contact so only taste overwhelms me. Spicy shrimp. Cool cucumber slices. Tiny rice balls. Lemon scented water.

"Dessert"

Something cool slides a path down neck to pussy, strawberries color your kiss. You place a firm berry between my lips.

"Don't bite."

Then you taste my desire as the essence of strawberries floods my existence.

A Re-Start of Sorts

Ok, it seems I've not written here in a while, and I need to fix that. So, like a few other things, I'm hitting reset buttons.

I've re-named the blog, since I'm not just working as Jaenelle anymore but using my real name, Mildred.

What I've been up to recently includes a chunk of podcasting. I've done some writing and voicework, I'll do a post with links and such over the weekend.

In the meantime, I'll put up a couple of my recent mini-stories/drabbles that I've been posting to Twitter as MGCady.

I am still alive

and I have been writing a little. Check out the Nobilis Erotica podcast.

My most recent story, an erotic story in a fantasy setting named "Caught by Magic", was published there (as part of a guest author month), and it's episode 149.

I'm also part of a wrap-up show for that guest month, and have a feedback show appearance back in October 2009.

Additionally, I read a story written by Nobilis ("Awesoment 5: Night of the Dew") which is episode 128.

When Poly isn't an Open Thing

So, most of you all know I'm poly. Within different groups of friends and such, and within my own families (by blood and by choice), this is a pretty well known fact.

But to others, it's not. Like the families of some of my... companions? lovers? secondaries? [note- all these terms are insufficient and inaccurate to a degree, but what else do I say if I'm not naming names?].

So, one of mine is going through some medical trouble and was in the hospital for a test/possible procedure yesterday.

While in the hospital, it was weird. I had to act just as a best friend in front of him and everyone else, while carrying the fear, concern, hope, and fragility of a lover/etc in my soul.

I must admit that I ended up leaking (crying) even when I didn't want to. And the procedure had to be pushed back for a couple of days due to equipment problems so they couldn't actually do the test- aka I get to do this again.