On the drive back to his place, Daddy had my tits out and was squeezing them so hard, I knew I’d bruise. When he slid his hand up my skirt, his fingers found my sopping wet pussy. “You’re so wet, baby girl” he’d commented without ever taking his eyes off the road. “What were you thinking about during dinner?”
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Victoria and Colin spread the blanket in the shade of the small copse of trees. They both began setting up the ritual tools. “So this will appease Him?” Victoria asked.
Colin nodded, “It should. Our trade should keep Anubis from seeking to return the Pharaoh to the Land of the Dead.”
Jill checked her lipstick and gave her red hair a quick pat before stepping in front of the camera.
“Tonight, the team and I will be staying in what has been called the most haunted house in America” she continued the spiel about the place, ending by feigning a look of fear. “The team and I will be seeing what happens when we stay the night.”
Des kissed Will again, and Natalie wriggled between them. She hadn’t known she could be more turned on, but watching them she was. All the teasing, the two of them touching her has Natalie ready to explode.
She could guarantee there was a wet spot on Des’s couch. Now he was going to punish her. Des rose from the couch, “What did you do wrong, kitten?” he asked.
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Victoria was learning that magick wasn’t easy. The Pharaoh Djet was still calling her back to him, but the path wasn’t a straight line. After awakening him from his centuries’ long rest, he had disappeared. Colin, Dr. Bishara, had explained that Djet was being pursued by Anubis, a god bent on returning him to the Land of the Dead, where technically he belonged. Their job had shifted from joining Djet, to finding the tools to keep the Anubis away from Djet.
Julia couldn’t believe she was alone in the Norwegian woods, wearing only her coat and boots. She felt a little ridiculous half dressed in the woods, but Bjorn insisted this was another important step in her training.
So she was alone, almost naked in nearly pitch black woods. “How can it be so dark?” Julia muttered. Tripping on another tree root, but this time she dropped the lantern. “Damn it,” she hissed when she heard the tinkle of breaking glass and the light went out.
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I look forward to reading and writing for all of these prompts every week.
Masturbation Monday picks:
“At the Office” by Elliot Henry
“The Concert” by Cimmerian Sentiment
Wicked Wednesday picks:
From “Texting to Sex” by Livvy Libertine
“Very Pretty Stripes” Jerusalem Mortimer
Kink of the Week Picks:
“Kink of the Week: The Cutting Edge” on The Fox in the Flowers
“Torn Bloomers” on Pleasure as Pain
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(it doesn’t even need to be Saturday)
Many people don’t know this, but Thomas Alva Edison, the light bulb guy, also claimed to have been working on, what can only be colloquially called, a ghost telephone. Historians all seem to agree that no evidence that he did more than talk about the idea exist. There are no plans, no prototype has even been found, and no patent filed.
London lay alone in bed. She sipped her pina colada and waited. London didn’t like waiting, and she was already nervous about tonight. The drink, heavy on the rum, helped steady her frayed nerves.
Stephanie fumbled her keys into the lock, and tripping in the dark she made her way into her apartment. She was still a little tipsy from her night out. She dropped her jacket on the floor, letting her shirt follow in short order. A trail of clothes laid in her wake as she made her way to her bedroom.