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Tani’s intimate examination… #Dungeon Crawl — 05/07/14

May 6, 2014 By Trent Evans

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Welcome Crawlers:)

This week we continue with more from my twisted epic fantasy erotica novel, A Lady and a Maid. In a dusty field, the sun beating down mercilessly, Sophie watches her captor, Miriam, examine a very special sort of … creature. At House Westwood slave girls don’t just attend their Ladies — sometimes they plow the fields, too. It’s in the dawning of this realization where Sophie learns that, despite her ordeal thus far, things could be much, much worse for her…

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Lady Westwood leaned in close, her lips nearly brushing Tani’s ear. “What do you say to that my bound beauty? You may speak.”

“If it pleases you, Mistress.”

Sophie was surprised at the soft, but rich voice.

The Lady planted a gentle kiss on Tani’s moist cheek. “It does, Tani, it most certainly does.”

Arnaud cleared his throat. “With two, we could have them plow your gardens rather than having it done by the farmhands. Would free them up to help with the harvest.”

The Lady nodded, glancing down once more. “Escott, you seem to have been rather free with the paddle here.” She crouched, and Tani flinched as the Lady’s fingers felt the welts. “This big bottom is rather well-cooked.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Escott said, shrugging. “Sometimes it’s the only thing that works.”

The Lady stood once more, and moved back around Tani. She tucked the crop under her arm, peeling off her riding gloves. “Turn Tani. Stop there.” The woman now faced away from the group and Sophie suppressed a gasp.

The woman had a strong, trim back, cinched cruelly by the broad leather girth around her midsection. Her hindquarters were very well muscled, but still retained soft feminine curves. The bottom half of both cheeks were furnace red, overlaid with darker welts in places. She could see a rivulet of sweat break from the bottom of the girth to meander down a welted cheek. She wondered if it stung the sorely tested flesh. She felt a sudden urge to run her hand over those broad buttocks, soothing the scorched skin.

What was happening to her! She shook her head and looked away.

“Sophie,” Arnaud growled. “Is there something else more interesting to you?”

She shook her head, and turned her gaze reluctantly back to the poor woman.

“Bend over, Tani,” the Lady said. “No. At the waist. Put your hands on your knees.”

Tani turned her head. “But Mistress, the belt—”

“Just do it, girl.” The Lady took her crop in hand, whisking it through the air.

“Yes, Mistress.” Tani bent over, and Sophie could see the stiff belt dig painfully into the firm belly. Tani gasped as the leather creaked.

“That’s better, girl. You know the penalty for questioning me though.”

The crop whistled down, snapping across the center of both proffered cheeks. The flesh bounced, and Tani whimpered, clenching at the smart. The cleft shrank to a thin line, then yawned open, the strong thighs shaking.

“What’s all this trembling? This is a mere tickle compared to what your devoted driver has given you.” The Lady glanced up at Escott, winking.

“I’m sorry, Mistress. It—” Tani swallowed a sob.”—it hurts.”

“As well it should, Tani.” The Lady traced the darkening welt with her fingers. “We can’t let you go soft on us, can we?”

“No, Mistress.”

Escott leaned close to the miserable woman’s ear, his voice a whisper. “What do you say, Tani?”

Sophie could hear the poor woman sniffling. “Th – thank you, Mistress.”

“My pleasure, girl.”

Sophie wanted to look at anything but the abuse of the poor woman, but she felt Arnaud’s hard gaze upon her. Her eyes moved to the pommel on the Lady’s horse. Did the rope look like it had loosened?

“Such cheeks,” the Lady breathed, palming both of Tani’s buttocks, caressing the burning flesh. “I wonder what Lucien would do with these if you were to go up for a term?”

Tani began shaking all over, her thighs working together. “Oh Mistress, please no! I’ll do anything. Please!”

“Tani!” Escott laid a hand on her back. “Be still.”

“Relax, girl.” The Lady stroked a palm over the curve of Tani’s hip. “Your services are too valuable to let you go to the intake. Lucien has more than enough bottoms to ply his trade on as it is.”

Arnaud turned his horse, bringing it over to stand in front of the bent-over Tani. “Farrier says he’s got four women for Lucien’s intake this fall.” His lips turned up at the corners of his mouth.

Tani sighed as the Lady eased the broad buttocks apart, exposing the dusky bottom hole to the sun. “Four is it? Who’s being sent up, I wonder?”

Arnaud lifted a hand from the reins. “I believe Lord Galdan’s daughter-in-law is one of them.”

The Lady smiled, shaking her head. “I knew she’d be sent up, eventually. Galdan says she gives his son nothing but fits. She’s been recalcitrant with providing him an heir, as well! Even Galdan’s patience has limits.”

Arnaud shook his head, scowling. Sophie looked away again as the Lady played fingers through the humid cleft of Tani’s buttocks, the nails lightly scratching at the shrinking anus.

The rope was definitely loosening from around the pommel. Her eyes darted to Arnaud then back again. She thought she might just be able to do it. Sophie took a small step toward the Lady’s horse.

“Easy, Tani,” the Lady lilted, her tone soothing. “Just a little something for your troubles now.”

Sophie winced as the Lady’s long-nailed fingers stroked through the dark split of Tani’s sex, her fingers glistening as she spread the moisture up on to the anus.

“Stay still, girl,” Escott murmured, his hand rubbing lazy circles on Tani’s tense back.

“You know.” The tip of the Lady’s finger circled the moisture into the delicate skin of Tani’s anus. “Sandra was rather disapproving of Farrier’s man, Lucien. I still wonder why. I find him delightful.”

“He has that effect on some, Mistress.” Arnaud inclined his head.

“She agreed to accompany us on the trip in the fall. I can’t wait.” The Lady’s finger nosed into the anus and Tani jerked, her hips twisting. “Mm, very tight.”

Sophie gulped, wanting to look away, but her eyes refused to budge from the sight before her.

“Ah, ah! Oh!” Tani panted.

“There girl, push back now. That’s it.” The Lady looked up at Escott. “Never use her here, do you?”

Escott shook his head, his eyes glued to the finger slowly disappearing into Tani.

“No, no, don’t tighten, dove. Bear down.” The Lady’s other hand moved between Tani’s thighs, rubbing the woman’s clit in slow circles. “There we are! Good girl, just let me in now.”

When the Lady’s finger was fully bedded, all the way to the last knuckle, she began a slow twisting.

“Very tight here, Escott. I haven’t the faintest idea why you don’t avail yourself of this luscious ass, but you should at least start using the saddle strap.”

Escott smiled, his eyes sparkling. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Arnaud, you should loan him that nice one with the good stout plug built in.” The Lady craned her head from around a curved hip, her finger still moving within the writhing Tani. “Hop down and give me a hand here, Arnaud. I think we should give Escott some pointers for his next stable block visit with this lass.”

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I hope you liked this week’s excerpt. If you can’t wait for more, A Lady and a Maid, is available at all major retailers. For those who’ve asked, a sequel is tentatively scheduled for publication  Q4 2014.

Please take a few minutes to crawl around to the other depraved blogs on this week’s hop. You’ll be glad you did:)

Trent

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A Pony Is Inspected #DungeonCrawl — 04/30/14

April 29, 2014 By Trent Evans

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Hello my fellow pervs,

This week I’m back with more from my epic fantasy erotic novel, A Lady and a Maid. Sophie’s predicament gets worse by the day at Westwood Manor, and as we rejoin the story, Sophie watches as Lady Miriam inspects the draft animal plowing the field. Only the lovely creature pulling the plow is no animal…

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Arnaud hailed the farmhand Escott, telling him to bring Tani over to them.

The Lady lightly flicked the flapper of her crop against Sophie’s right breast, fire burning into her skin. The Lady pulled the horse around again to return to Arnaud’s side.

Sophie watched as Escott unchained the woman’s wrists from the shafts. He spoke to her in hushed tones as he did so, the woman’s head hanging low, but Sophie was too far away to make out the words.

“Kind of you to come visit us, Mistress,” Escott said, bowing his head. He held a chain in one hand, the links attached to Tani’s bound together wrists. The woman held her hands in front of her naked sex, her eyes lowered. Sweat continued to pour off of her, mixing with the tears on her cheeks. Escott brushed a strand of hair out of Tani’s eyes, and stroked her chin.

Sophie was confused by his seemingly caring gesture; moments before she’d watched him pitilessly paddle the woman as if she were but a dumb farm animal. With palpable dread, Sophie glanced at the plow, now bereft of its beast. She shuddered.

“How’s she been working today, Escott?” The Lady slid from her saddle, unbuttoning the top two buttons of her jacket.

“Arnaud tells me you’re actually seeing some progress with her.”

Escott smiled, looking upon his harnessed charge with fondness. “She has her good and bad days, Mistress.” He held up the flexible paddle. “But this makes sure she gets her quota done.”

Arnaud nodded, clearly approving of the farmhand’s methods. Tani swallowed, her head hanging.

The Lady looked over at Sophie with a glint in her eye. “Amazing the results one gets from such … encouragement.”

Sophie firmed her jaw. She wouldn’t make things easy for the sadistic noble. Prisoner or not, Sophie still had her dignity.

For now.

The Lady strolled over to Tani, raising her chin with the shaft of the crop. “Does she perform satisfactorily in other ways as well, hmm?”

Escott flicked a glance up at Arnaud. “Mistress — I’m not sure—”
“Oh come now, man,” the Lady said, stroking the crop across Tani’s breasts, stirring the little bells clamped to the nipples. “I know you don’t spend that long in her stall simply to feed her.”

Escott dropped his gaze, flushing. “No, Mistress.”

“Well then,” the Lady said, smiling at the farmhand. “How so? Does she fuck well? Is she obedient?”

“She found it difficult in the stables at first,” Escott said, his hand caressing Tani’s shoulder. “But she adjusted soon enough.”

The Lady tapped the shaft of her crop under a harnessed breast. “Quite a bit more enjoyable stabling this one than one of the horses, eh Escott?”

Arnaud’s laugh rumbled, and the farmhand smiled. Tani whimpered, shifting her weight, her hands twisting in her cuffs.

“Shh now,” the Lady said, stroking the upper slopes of Tani’s breasts. “Don’t fuss, girl. I’m sure your Escott takes very good care of you doesn’t he?”

Sophie could see the deep blush suffusing the bound woman’s face even as she lowered her head, nodding.

“There is one thing, Mistress,” Escott said, his expression turning serious. “We could use more help.”

“Oh?” The Lady walked around to the rear of Tani, looking down.

Sophie hated the Lady being behind her; it almost always resulted in pain. “Yes, we — well — with only one of her, it just takes too long to plow. The oxen are three times faster, and pull a stouter blade.”

The Lady glanced over Tani’s shoulder at Sophie. “Well, when Lord Westwood returns after harvest, we’ll be visiting my friend Farrier. His man Lucien trains women of this sort.” The Lady reached around chucking Tani under a breast, sending the globe bouncing. Tani hung her head lower, but stayed very still.

“Mistress, if you’d like to bring … another.” Escott licked his bottom lip. “Then we could make much better time. More than double the quota Tani manages.”

Lady Westwood leaned in close, her lips nearly brushing Tani’s ear. “What do you say to that my bound beauty?

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There’ll be more to come next week:) Until then, please have a look at the depravity on display at the other blogs this week. Go ahead. I dare you.

Trent

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“Sophie’s Ordeal … Part III” — Dungeon Crawl Blog Hop

March 18, 2014 By Trent Evans

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Hello Dungeon Crawlers,

This week, I’m continuing with more from the depravity filled epic-fantasy erotica title A Lady And A Maid. The two noblewomen from last week, Lady Miriam and her friend Countess Sandra, have just pulled Miriam’s plaything from her cage…

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Sandra worried the girl’s breasts with the sharp instrument for several minutes, even commanding Sophie at one point to push her own nipple against the outstretched tip of the needle. After more threats from her unyielding Lady, Sophie finally complied, the tears streaming anew.
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“Sophie’s Ordeal Continues…” — Dungeon Crawl Blog Hop

March 11, 2014 By Trent Evans

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Hello Dungeon Crawlers,

This week, I’m continuing with more from the depravity filled epic-fantasy erotica title A Lady And A Maid. The two noblewomen from last week, Lady Miriam and her friend Countess Sandra, have just pulled Miriam’s plaything from her cage…

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“Discipline on Display” — Dungeon Crawl Blog Hop!

February 25, 2014 By Trent Evans

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Hello Fellow Pervs,

This is the kick-off week for the Dungeon Crawl Blog Hop hosted by Romancing The Kink! To be blunt, Sheri and I haven’t a clue how well this thing is going to go off, but we’re crazy enough to plow ahead anyway:)

We both noticed a paucity of weekly blog hops for BDSM-flavored work, so we thought: “Hell, rather than crashing other peoples’ places with our depraved prose, pictures, and ruminations, let’s just open up a cold, drafty dungeon of our very own!”

Okay, we didn’t really say that, but it was close. Where was I? Right, my first entry.

I decided to post a scene from a fantasy erotica novel of mine called, A Lady And A Maid. This is a twisted, pain and pleasure drenched epic fantasy and paranormal cross-genre … thingie. Anyway, I loved writing it, and a sequel is on the way by the end of this year (God willing).

In this scene, two of the cruel, jaded nobles that hold an iron grip on the realm of Muurland witness the unique way a peasant husband addresses a disagreement between he and his wife — and there are plenty of witnesses to said “addressing”…

“Discipline on Display”

By

Trent Evans

The carriage bounced violently, nearly throwing Sandra from her seat. She rapped on the dark wood ceiling with her fist. “For Goddess’ sake Raffer, watch the road! You’re shaking me to death back here!”

“Apologies, Countess,” her driver said, the sound muffled through the wood.

In truth, though the rough ride was indeed unpleasant, she was angry that the jostling of the atrocious “road” had interrupted her pleasant reverie. Her husband had been an absolute animal that morning — so unlike his usual inattentiveness. She’d taken to indulging him in his little games, allowing him to spank her buttocks, and tie her hands and feet to the bed before thrusting himself to ecstasy within her clutching sex. He’d even lapped at her cunt until she’d screamed down the walls. Such was a most rare occurrence with her husband of late though, he being less often predisposed to what would most readily satisfy his rampant cock.

Though his unexpected amorous attentions had caused her to miss her planned rendezvous with the captain of their estate guard, she’d consoled herself with the not one but two orgasms she’d unexpectedly been allowed at her husband’s bidding. Still, her husband’s unexpected use of her had delayed her. Her dashing, blond captain with his thick cock and hard hands would just have to cool his heels until next time.

The carriage turned off the dirt road, the hooves of the horses clopping on cobblestones. They’d arrived at Westwood Manor.

The carriage followed the roadway through a tall, looming portcullis, which opened onto the green grass of an inner courtyard. The bleached stone walls soared overhead, engendering a feeling of both grandeur and security. Heavily armed men patrolled the crenelated battlements above, the bright red uniforms of the garrison soldiers a striking contrast to the austere gray of the stone fortifications.

The Countess gathered her rich burgundy cloak about her lithe form, allowing the driver to help her down from the coach. The sun was bright, but the air was crisp. Fall was coming fast to the Westlands of Muurland.

Raffer steered the coach over to the stable block, trailing a cloud of dust in his wake, leaving the Countess alone in the courtyard.

Countess Sandra Holstenborg was a regular visitor to Westwood Manor, the familiar nods and curtsies from passing footmen, grooms and maids alike attesting to that fact. She was happy to be there, as always, and was looking forward to some much needed leisure time with her friend, Lady Miriam Westwood.

A crowd’s loud cheer arose, echoing off the battlement walls. The Countess turned toward the sound.

“They’re getting an early start this morning, Sandra. Looks like you’re just in time.”

“Miriam!” The Countess spun about, rushing to her friend and embracing her, planting a warm kiss on her soft lips.

The Lady was wrapped in a dark gray ankle length coat, the collar lined with a soft ash colored fur. Her sable locks were wrapped atop her head, a pair of neat carved hair sticks holding it in place. Her radiant grin warmed Sandra’s heart, if not her body, chilled as it was from the long carriage ride. Sandra pulled her cloak tighter around herself.

“Let’s see if we can find something to warm us up shall we?” Miriam winked, extending her arm to her friend.

Beautiful as it was, the huge courtyard at Westwood Manor had more practical uses, such as the spectacle that greeted the two noblewomen. Tucked into a corner of the yard, next to one of the stable buildings stood a simple wooden gibbet, and two sets of worn stocks. A crowd of commoners had gathered round the gibbet, cheering and shouting out ribald comments on the spectacle. A young woman, her dress rucked up to the small of her back embraced the stout wooden pole of the gibbet, her arms lashed around the weathered oak by means of several iron chains. Her sweat-soaked blonde locks hung limply down her back as she sobbed her present misery away.

A brawny man of perhaps thirty stood to one side. In one hand, he held a multi-thonged lash of soft leather, while with the other his fingers traced the patchwork of pink and crimson weals patterned over the forlorn girl’s bare buttocks. She stamped a foot, the generous flesh of her bottom shaking as he pinched a particularly inflamed lash mark between work hardened fingers.

“Think you’ve had enough, Emma?” He turned to the crowd, his eyes flashing. “What say you?”

The crowd cheered once more. An older man standing near the two nobles, dipped his head toward the handsome woman standing with him. “A fine flogging there, eh Clara? Reminds me of the last time I had you at the pole too many years ago.” He grasped the woman’s hand, and she blushed furiously.

The man with the flogger turned and laced another stroke across the proffered buttocks, eliciting a cry of anguish from the bound woman. She clenched her blazing bottom, her feet pounding the dirt.

“What’s happening,” Sandra whispered to Miriam. “Why is she being whipped in public?”

Miriam shrugged. “It’s one of the traditions I’ve decided to revive. Back when my grandfather ruled these lands, before the magistrate system, the commoners would come to this square to air grievances and work out compromises for their problems. A sort of town meeting, you could say”

Sandra raised an eyebrow, her heart beating faster at the enticing spectacle. “Some compromise.”

Miriam smiled. “They do have creative ways of resolving their, ah, disagreements. The crowds love it though, and they’re grateful for the entertainment.”

“What’s that poor thing done to deserve such a skipping?” In truth, Sandra couldn’t really object, for the sight had her heart pounding and her clit singing. The bound young woman was blessed with a well-fleshed backside, and the sight of the inflamed weals across the smooth firm flesh was a pleasing visual tableau indeed.

“Seems she made a scene in the market earlier this week,” Miriam said, laying a hand on Sandra’s shoulder. “Her husband — that’s him whipping her — wanted her to make amends with one of the vendors at the market. Apparently, he hoped the public setting would prevent his headstrong wife from causing an uproar. He was wrong.”

“What was it all about? Must have been serious to occasion such a penalty.”

Miriam chuckled. “I suppose it depends upon your perspective. It seems the vendor at the marketplace was a former competitor for the husband’s affections, and he wanted to be able to do business with her. Well, his wife would have nothing of it.”

“I can certainly understand that. Cruel man to ask that of her.”

Miriam grinned. “Indeed. I think it’s diabolical — and delicious.”

Sandra blinked at her friend. “You do?”

“Oh yes, Sandra. It’s obvious he just wanted an excuse to display her charms in public and thrash her bottom for her. I mean look at the girl. She’s delightful.”

“Yes,” Sandra breathed. “She is at that.”

Sandra wondered if the young woman might be paid a visit by a few of Miriam’s soldiers in the near future. The Lady’s tastes were well known to her subjects. Judging by Miriam’s avid, dark-eyed gaze as she watched the flogging, the punished wife might soon find herself the newest addition to the Lady Westwood’s retinue of “serving girls”.

The man, running his hand over the bright red stinging buttocks of his wife turned to the crowd once more. “Would anyone else like to address my wife’s misdeeds? Anyone?”

The bound woman snapped her head around, looking at her husband over her shoulder. “Kenneth, please no!” Her face was a mess. Tears drenched her flushed cheeks, her fair hair matted to her wet forehead. She cried out as he cracked a heavy palm across her backside, the flesh quivering with the blow.

“Quiet, Em! You know better than to speak. Face forward now.”

His wife turned her face away, resting her forehead against the post. Her back hitched as she wept.

“My arm grows tired,” the husband called out, raising the flogger. “Surely, there is another who can deliver the last fair dose of discipline she so obviously needs?”

Miriam clutched the Countess’s hand in hers. “Watch this.”

“I will try.” A mature woman of perhaps forty, her dark hair flowing over a form-fitting dress of teal cotton stepped forward from the murmuring crowd. “I think I can give her what she needs.”

The crowd roared its approval, several hands clapping the woman on the back in encouragement. The heat between Sandra’s thighs increased as she noted the firm set of the man’s strong jaw, and the glittering gaze under prominent brows. She could see steel in the depths of his eyes as he smiled at the woman who’d stepped forward. There was a heated familiarity there.

“That’s her,” Miriam whispered.

“Who?”

“That woman is her former competitor. The woman from the market.”

Sandra gasped, even as her pussy leaked a bead of moisture down her thighs. Diabolical indeed. “That poor woman must have a hard go of it married to such a brute.”

“Oh, let’s not protest overmuch,” Miriam said, elbowing her friend. “He’s a fine specimen too, Sandra. She’s lucky to be in such capable hands.”

She wouldn’t argue it, for she was drawn inescapably to hard, even cruel men. Men such as her own husband — bastard though he sometimes could be — were irresistible to her. Sandra herself possessed the same streak of cruelty, though it was not quite as pronounced as the outright sadism her friend Miriam was known for. She’d long ago stopped asking herself why she was the way she was, and just accepted it as the way of her nature.

The woman gripped the flogger as the husband stepped forward to stand next to the post, his hand bracing the heaving shoulder of his weeping wife. The crowd hushed once more in anticipation. The woman glanced up at the husband, who nodded his head.

The flogger slashed in with a smack, leaving a further set of tracks on the vulnerable buttocks, and the wife groaned, twisting her hips away.

“Hush now, Em,” the husband said in a low voice, his head close to his wife’s ear. “Just a few more strokes and it’ll be all over. Be strong now, my love.”

His wife’s shift had slipped down somewhat, partially concealing the martyred buttocks. The aggrieved woman, the tails of the whip swinging back and forth in her hand, waited as the husband stroked a hand down his wife’s flank, his fingers gathering up the folds of her shift to secure it high up on her hips once more.

“Come, Sandra, I’ve something else to show you.” Miriam laced her arm in her friend’s, leading her away from the fascinating scene.

The sound of the next strike of the flogger greeted their ears as the two nobles strolled through the massive black doors of the inner keep…

Copyright © 2012 Trent Evans

All Rights Reserved.

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I hope you enjoyed the scene half as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you’re interesting in reading more, A Lady and A Maid is available at all e-book retailers. Or you can just wait until next week to see what else I post then:)

Please take some time to visit the other site’s in this week’s hop. You’ll find some great stuff!

Hope to see you all back here in a week for the next Dungeon Crawl.

Best,

Trent

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Saturday Spankings — 09/2713

September 27, 2013 By Trent Evans

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This week I wanted to continue with the upcoming full length D/s novel The Change.

In this scene, Kirsten is having lunch with her best friend, Joely, and the conversation turns to what might happen with her marriage — and her sex life — now that she’s pregnant. What follows is a little portion of their conversation (my apologies in advance for having to go a little over the 8 sentence limit…)

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Kirsten frowned. She hoped, prayed Kiehl wouldn’t lose interest once she started showing. She knew she’d need him to show that he still desired her, still valued her. She knew it was stupid, going against all the feminist ideals drilled into her from an early age. But there was something inside her that needed it. If she was going to carry a man’s baby, she needed to know more than ever that her man loved her, still lusted after her.

Still, she wondered if a part of her might be afraid sex would endanger the baby. Especially with the recently added dimension to their relationship. They’d have to tackle that issue when they came to it.

Her phone buzzed in her purse, and she pulled it out. It was Kiehl.
<As soon as you set foot in this house, I’m going to fuck you. Just a warning.>

Her shaking hands fumbled her phone, and it bounced off her lap and down to the floor.

“Dammit,” she said, looking under the table.

God, please don’t let Joely see that.

“Did it fall over here?” Joely leaned to the side, scanning the floor.

“No — no, that’s OK. I’ve got it.”

Thankfully, she was able to retrieve the phone and slip it back into her purse.

Their food showed up and they both ate in silence for a few minutes. She thought of what Kiehl might be doing at that very moment, what he was thinking about. If he knew what she was thinking about, he’d probably track her down at the restaurant and drag her home like a caveman.

That would be great as long as there was hair pulling and spanking.

She giggled putting her hand to her mouth.

“What?” Joely said through a mouthful of food.

“Oh, sorry. Just thinking about something Kiehl said.”

Joely swallowed, and took a sip of her wine. “Like what?

“He just — he’s looking forward to seeing me.”

“Ahh, someone’s getting laid this afternoon.” Joely winked at her.

Kirsten could feel her cheeks warming.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Joely said, pointing her fork at her. “I’m happy for you guys, really.”

“Thanks, Jo.”

“Let me ask you something though.” Joely pointed down at the book she had lent to Kirsten. “If that smut didn’t really do it for you, what does? How do you guys keep things hot?”

Kirsten felt her blush deepen. “I don’t know, Joely. Maybe this isn’t the right place–”

“Oh stop, Kirsten. Nobody’s going to hear. Just talk softly. I’ve got good ears.” Joely wiggled her eyebrows.

Kirsten took a drink from her water, licking her lips. “OK, so we have this — thing. It wasn’t anything we planned, we just kind of fell into it. But it’s been growing, getting more serious.”

“Oh this sounds good.”

“Well, we call it ‘The Game’. I know it sounds dumb.”

“What is it? New position every day? Do it in public? What?”

Kirsten cleared her throat, her voice lowering. “So, I stumbled onto this website one day…”

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I hope you enjoyed this week’s snippet. PLEASE visit all the other great entries in this week’s hop by clicking on the links below. Until next week!

Trent

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