Sharing Our Shit Saturday #SOSS

This week for #SOSS, I’m sharing my favorites from Masturbation Monday,  Wicked Wednesday, and Kink of the Week

I look forward to reading and writing for all of these prompts every week.

SharingMasturbation 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

 

Whose work did you love this week? Share and use the hashtag #soss

(it doesn’t even need to be Saturday) 

Share our Shit Saturday (or Some other day) was started by the wonderful Girl on the Net

 

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Wrong Number

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.

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Ground Control

Alice has been aboard the Tau Ceti station for a week.  She’d started to acclimate to the intermittent gravity loss, but it still caused butterflies in her stomach when the gravity turned off.

She was looking forward to her down time.  The engineering team invited her to all sorts of activities, but she just wanted to be alone. Well there was a certain Martian she’d been eyeing, and she’d heard plenty of interesting things about Martian anatomy at the academy.  She was planning a fact finding mission during her six month posting; however, after a week of constant companionship, she was looking forward to having her quarters to herself.  Her roommate, a Terran in communications, was on shift, so Alice would be alone.

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Her at My Place

It had been a couple of weeks since our last encounter.  Tonight, she was coming over to my place.

I’d set out what felt like a million candles in the bedroom.  I wondered if it was cheesy, predictable to want the soft, flickering candlelight. But I decided that I didn’t care.  I liked it, and the candle light made me feel sexy.

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Caroline’s Next Card

Read the entire series here:

[Part 1]     [Part 2]   [Part 3]   [Part 4]   [Part 5]   [Part 6]

Or jump right in here

The cards led Caroline to this hotel and this meeting.  She hesitated outside of the bar, reminding herself that she could back out if she wanted.  Peter, her psychic, had helped her arrange everything.  She’d negotiated, via email, everything she wanted.  Only now that she was here, she wasn’t sure if she could do it.  But the cards hadn’t led her astray yet.  So she squared her shoulders and took her first step toward the bar.

She took a seat at an empty table in the hotel bar.  It was sparsely populated this early in the day, and only two lone men sitting at the other end of the bar.

The woman who entered wasn’t what she expected.  Caroline certainly didn’t expect the woman to show up in a leather cat suit, but the petite brunette in the exquisitely tailored suit wasn’t it either.

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