Teases and Six Sentences


Thanks for visiting my Teases and Six Sentences. This was the last listing of Six Sentence Sunday (SSS) blogs published each week on Sundays. I regret joining this tradition just as it came to a close. Thank you, Sara Brookes and your volunteers, for coordinating this weekly project since February, 2010. Your efforts have been one way readers can find great erotica and new authors on the Internet! 

The last Six Sentence Sunday - January 27, 2013

excerpted from Business Calls - Part 11 - a work in progress

The synopsis:

Sometimes even a professional male Dom hires outside talent for those special, troublesome sessions. If he had paid more attention to details, his associate might not have deviated from their prearranged script...

The Six Sentences:

She moved her open palms in small circles over her boyish breasts as she inched her right patent leather pump between the sickly-pale legs of the pudgy executive kneeling on the hard wood floor in front of her.
“Now remove my shoe.” The middle-age man glanced sheepishly once again at the male Dom standing behind her as if for further reassurance before following her instructions.
He silently watched his client peel the spiked heel off her foot as she cocked her head back over her shoulder and spoke to the male Dom without looking directly at him.
“Bring that stool over here so I can sit down.” Her surprisingly aggressive tone, especially in front of his client, made his neck hairs bristle; she was neither showing respect nor following his instructions.


Six Sentence Sunday for January 20, 2013

excerpted from Business Calls - Part 5 - a work in progress

The synopsis:

A professional male Dom deals with a suddenly problematic client in the middle of a session. The day-to-day decisions that must be overcome when business calls...

The Six Sentences:

He was surprised when she arched her fleshy body and raised her head from the spanking chair.
“But Daddy, I’ve been a bad, bad girl and I deserve a spanking.”
Thoughts and emotions raced through his mind. He didn’t want to lose a steady client but knew role-playing sessions were always problematic. All his friends in the industry specialized because these scenes needed advanced planning and often required one or two specific props.
“Lower your head. We're taking a time-out right now,” he said as he stood up barely hiding his frustration.


Six Sentence Sunday for January 13, 2013

excerpted from Business Calls - Part 15 - a work in progress

The synopsis:

An overworked male Dom meets a chestnut-haired submissive siren for the first time. The line separating Top from bottom begins to blur.

The Six Sentences:

“What did I tell you about making me wait?”
He pulled the thin riding crop slowly between his fingers as he leaned into her face. The wrist and arm restraints limited her movement on the steel St. Andrew's Cross that stood in the center of the small, sound-proof room. She tried to twist her head to the side as he wiped the dripping saliva from the corner of her mouth. He knew she hated the ball gag and the way this simple piece of furniture left her sex open and vulnerable.
“When you make an appointment, I expect you to strip and stand ready for me outside my door...


Six Sentence Sunday for January 6, 2013

excerpted from Business Calls - Part 15 - a work in progress

The synopsis:

An overworked male Dom, a chestnut-haired submissive siren, the blurring line between Top and bottom is lost but not forgotten.

The Six Sentences:

He knew she heard the cracker’s snap before its leather tongue licked her red-hot buttocks. Smooth round muscles clenched together waiting for the sting to soak into her skin like water on a parched patch of soft earth. Just as a gardener tends to his roses; his single-tail was like a hose dousing a dormant bush with a life-force energy. Her firm buttocks jerked back at first from the sharp pain but then pushed outward and up toward him as a pink wheal blossomed on her pale white skin. Her hips rolled backward toward him showing off their reddish bloom and pleading for yet another caress from his whip. He intentionally paused so that her mind could soak up every last drop of pain he knew hurt her so good.


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