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FREE flash fiction for 2 more days. The Razor Thin Edge. Love, submission, oral sex, choice, time, free will and the multiverse.
 

Serious Moonlight 2: The Razor Thin Edge

2c-SeriousMoonlight-razor-thin-v-smHe stood motionless, struggling to maintain control. Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Don’t cum. He rode the hot edge of his orgasm, consumed by the now of it. This moment. Then this moment. Then this moment. Pearls on a string.

The fire in his loins and belly receded, just barely. He rubbed his hair trigger length back and forth across the slit of her lips, recklessly tempting the edge of his orgasm closer again.

NEW flash fiction, and FREE flash fiction

A NEW flash story, and a FREE flash story.

NEW this week – Serious Moonlight 13: Pangloss

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Our lovers roleplay meeting as strangers in a bar.

“They planned the entire scenario with care. She’d dress in that borderline classy/slutty way she deployed when she was bluntly trying to seduce him. Tonight she wore that short black sleeveless dress he loved, along with black stockings, the sight of which she could control with the slightest adjustment of her leg, allowing a flash of the skin above the stockings with seemingly no effort. She knew how much he enjoyed glimpsing the top of her stockings. Her command was uncanny.”


FREE this week – Serious Moonlight 2: The Razor Thin Edge

 

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Love, submission, oral sex, choice, time, free will and the multiverse.

“She looked into his eyes, weighing her choice. He balanced on the razor-sharp edge of an orgasm. So close. One or the other. A moment as thin as a heartbeat. She too was consumed by the ever-present now. This moment. Then this moment. Then this moment. An infinity of moments. Pearls on a string.”

Serious Moonlight 12: Domesticity

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Serious Moonlight 12: DomesticityShe wore only a pair of sheer panties as she ironed, her ass pointing toward him as he lay on the bed watching her. He wondered if that was a conscious choice on her part, deliberately enticing him, or if it had been a decision made on some subconscious level. He watched her ass move from side to side as she steered the iron back and forth. Her breasts swayed with each move, as if they were underwater, guided by the ebb and flow of the waves.

THREE DAYS LEFT: Free Short Story

Serious Moolight 11: Holes is free through Tuesday on Amazon

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Everything they could think of to say, they said, and everything they said, they did. Plus much more. Whatever occurred to them. No rules. No limits. Their sex got rougher. Spanking. Biting. Scratching. Choking. Hair pulling. Sometimes it hurt, but the sensation did not really register as pain. They created a world together where pain was transmuted into something else. Something approaching comfort. It was like alchemy.

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FREE BOOK! Due to a glitch at Amazon, last Friday’s offering, Holes, was not released. So, this Friday, “Serious Moonlight 11: Holes” will be available free for 5 days. After thhat the short story will stilll be available at its everyday price of 99 cents.

An excerpt:

“Control.

She had never lent total control to someone else.

Her therapist had called it transgressive behavior. She said it was a defense mechanism, a coping technique, that she was crossing traditional sexual boundaries to sublimate something that had bifurcated her life into a before and an after.

The look on her therapist’s face gave away her veiled distaste. The therapist didn’t understand how life-affirming it was. How beautiful it felt. How complete it left her.”

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from Holes

11c-SeriousMoonlight-holes-smEverything they could think of to say, they said, and everything they said, they did. Plus much more. Whatever occurred to them. No rules. No limits. Their sex got rougher. Spanking. Biting. Scratching. Choking. Hair pulling. Sometimes it hurt, but the sensation did not really register as pain. They created a world together where pain was transmuted into something else. Something approaching comfort. It was like alchemy.

His commands got harsher. He called her a slut, a whore. He called her his slut, his whore. He demanded she do as he said. He took her. He used her.

They repurposed laundry line ropes. They found interesting new uses for duct tape. They bought a collar and a leash. They decided on a safe word.

She had never been with a man who talked like that, or fucked like that. She had never tried bondage that went beyond mere playful experimentation. She had never been excited by that kind of thing before. She had never given herself so fully to a man before.

Control. She had never lent total control to someone else.

Her therapist had called it transgressive behavior. She said it was a defense mechanism, a coping technique, that she was crossing traditional sexual boundaries to sublimate the thing that had bifurcated her life into a before and an after.

The look on her therapist’s face gave away her veiled distaste. The therapist didn’t understand how life-affirming it was. How beautiful it felt. How complete it left her.

– from Holes, by J G Cain