Joy M.

Calder received a call from Remy Friday at his office. Marla sounded odd, telling him Remy was on line four. She knew Remy to be Astrid boyfriend. He thanked her, then took an internal steadying focus break before picking up the phone. His day had been shit to start out with and he needed the patience to deal with this asshole. He leaned back in his big leather chair, "Remy! What can I do for you, buddy?" "Cut the shit," Remy growled over the line, "I want you to stay away from my girlfriend. That's what you can do for me." Calder grinned but replied in a serious tone, "Astrid has decided to date us both. It's a decision I'm fine with." "Well, I'm not," Remy's voice turned cold, "If you continue to fuck my girlfriend bad things can happen to prissy little law boys." Calder sat forward, "Are you threatening me? I hope you're not stupid enough to do that." "Astrid ...

Bill worked in a pickle factory. He had been employed there for a number of years when he came home one day to confess to his wife that he had a terrible urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer. His wife suggested that he see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill indicated that he'd be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own. One day, a few weeks later, Bill came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong. "What's wrong, Bill?" she asked. "Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?" "Oh Bill, you didn't!" "Yes, I did." "My God Bill, what happened?" "I got fired." "No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?" "Oh... she got fired too."

Remy was thrilled Astrid accepted his job when most women wouldn't because, yeah, he fucked other people. She truly was exceptional when it came to accepting people at face value. Only, he found himself being aggressive because of how easily Astrid took situations. She was submissive when he had met her, but he saw changes in her. He liked her insecurity. It had been part of her charm. Sure, Astrid still avoided eye contact, asked somewhere insecure questions about why he wanted her, but she had changed. Remy had been about to blow his wad when Arlo interrupted. The hand he clamped down on Astrid's mouth had been instinctive. He loved the way Astrid sounded while she came and he didn't want to share her. Calder obviously had already experienced her sexual sonnets, and that alone made his preservation of Astrid utterance even more hard-handed. When Astrid had come, so unexpectedly, he held onto her voluptuous body in rapture. He would never tire of he...

Tarry    I don't appreciate glimpses making sure I remain exhausted under your surly rule. If I were a princess I'd find the orneriest knight with the brassiest balls  to extort you into relinquishing this perturbing hold on my heart. How many seasons have I sewen my lips shut with liquid stitches tasting my own bitter flavor of loneliness?  I don't appreciate titters about my deadpan view, smirking when I whisper claims into an ear that bends like a crooked river flowing uphill. Day number 5,475...  I fucking hate this unappreciative knight. Joy4no1

Elastic   Use my body as a gymnasium  twisting limbs in acrobatic feats until I declare you the official winner of our erogenous games. Something happens each and every time  we throw caution out the damn window to give substance to your entrenching debasement. Next time I graciously consider your desire, there will a safe word for allowing you to fuck my soul until it's devoured. Joy4no1   

Astrid liked spending time alone after so much stress. Tuesday she slept in, then went jogging for a long five miles. She didn't have to rush like usual, liking the freedom. Her bank statements said she could go without work for two months if she spent wisely. She didn't plan on not working for more than a few weeks. She'd go crazy not keeping busy. Although, between Remy and Calder she was sure keeping busy would not be a problem. She liked both men immensely and felt a little odd when contemplating them both sexually. Remy had spent three months doing nothing but take her on wonderful dates, showering her with compliments and long talks. Their relationship HAD started on a deeper level. Now, all Remy did was hump her until she cried for him. Remy in bed had been a total surprise. She liked it. More than she ever thought she would because he was rough. He could be rougher. She saw it in those dreamy hazel eyes how he could be cruel and make her cry in pain instead ...

Astrid exercised her ass off, needing to let go of stress. The exertion she felt after running left her limbs heavy with pain. Good pain. She returned home, showered and took a nap. The arrogance Chris had! All the times Astrid had worked late with him she'd only a few times felt uncomfortable. No wonder, if he'd been checking her ass out. The nerve! To think she had thought he had felt any respect for her. Why was it impossible for Chris to believe Calder might like Astrid? Like a typical alpha male, he'd insinuated Calder's tactics to be as Chris would have treated her. Did he honestly think she slept with Calder for a promotion? Astrid's anger worked into a rage as she prepared to go out. The dress she'd chosen to meet Calder in was the red halter piece Remy had stripped off of her not long ago. She recalled Remy reaction to it, smiling as she brushed her hair. She had told Remy to not contact her for three days. She had picked three because she...

The year is 2258 and Mike and Maureen land on Mars after accumulating enough frequent flier miles. They meet a Martian couple and start talking about all sorts of things. Mike asks if Mars has a stock market if they have laptop computers, how they make money, etc. Maureen discusses hobbies, the cuisine on Mars etc. Finally, Maureen brings up the subject of sex. "Just how do you do it?" asks Maureen. "Pretty much the same way you do," responds the Martian woman. Discussion ensues and finally, curiosity gets the better of them and the couples decide to swap partners for the nights and experience one another. Maureen and the male Martain go off to a bedroom where the Martain strips. He's only got a teeny, weeny member- about half an inch long and just a quarter inch thick. "I don't think this is going to work," says Maureen understandably. "Why?" he asks, "What's the matter?" "Well," she replies, "It'...

 Mimic It's me in the mirror. Eyes black rimmed, Mouth grim-faced without hope. “Pull it together!” I admonish knowing some days are easier than others. "What would you know?" My voice cracks at the counterfeit staring back. "We are all infallible.”   I heard whimpered in response. Forcing a smile to cast aside darkened discomfiture, I mimic strength and joy, melancholy no more.   Joy4no1