tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37035397826981935082012-02-16T21:36:17.386-06:00This is a blog with erotic content; that means if you aren't of legal age in the geographical area you're accessing this website from, please go away now. You may reach your own conclusions about the content. Some of it may be true, or may be fictional accounts experienced by the storyteller. Some readers may find the material herein disturbing, but you've been warned, it is adult content. If you have issues, do us both a favor; click the Back button now. Thank you.1 Deviant Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09542499713627592232noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703539782698193508.post-71868047530187583672010-01-01T21:36:00.002-06:002010-01-01T21:44:45.194-06:00

Since looking at stat info, I have discovered I've had some traffic/hits on here, albeit silent traffic/hits. (I must admit it took me quite some time to wander back over here what with personal things keeping me busy like relocating.)This means I may actually be able to do a Bodice Bandit Big West or Highland Kilt Fling story sometime soon.Stay tuned.You never know what may pop up or out around

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Brant swam and swam and swam. This was most unpleasant, he decided. Then he had the fortuitousness of stumbling upon a ship. From what he could tell, it was The Wetyerbutt.Getting dragged aboard, he was completely unprepared for what he was accosted with."Oh, man! Look at that! It's huge! It's even bigger than mine, if that's at all possible! But there it was! The nose was out there."

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Meanwhile, on board The Tinytanic, The Bodice Bandit Devlin was bellowing in anger at the fact that some of his men and one of his women had been taken."But I swear to you sir, it was two women who did it!" Etienne said, hoping to not be flogged for this, for surely it would affect his performance for the wench of his dreams."Someone must pay and pay hell dearly! I will regain what once was

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Sailing aboard the beautiful ship, LunarSea was The Wicked Piratess Kristine and her first mate, Wicked Dee. Both were clad in black leather pants, boots and corsets, which of course, fit them like a second skin.The Wicked Piratess Kristine had her spyglass raised. "Oh my! Isn't that a lovely sight?" She asked Dreaded Dee, handing over the spyglass to her first mate so she could peruse the

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The Tattooed Vin was up in the crow’s nest with Dev's spyglass and perusing the horizon. He thought about how he'd been captured from the ship he'd been on and kept a prisoner by Devlin. He hadn't been treated unfairly and had even been able to eventually prove his worth to the captain, and then his loyalty. Here he was, on night watch for anything suspicious. It was his duty to keep the ship

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"Land ho!" The Bodice Bandit Devlin bellowed, raising his big, pointy sword. Thankfully enough, his arm hadn't been wounded as badly as it looked and they were getting to the island in a very short time. "Wenches and grog abound, mates! Arr! Avast! Ahoy! To the tavern in the inn!""What's to become of us?" The Lady Sorna asked timidly. For the most part, she and her younger sister had

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Unbeknownst to The Lady Sorna, her fate rested in Jillayne's hands. Terrified for Jillayne's virtue and her own, The Lady Sorna crawled out most ungracefully from under the captain's bed where she'd been hidden away and looked around the room. Wringing her hands, she paced back and forth. What should she do? Should she try to bargain their virtue for freedom from the evil, vile pirates and

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"Abandon ship! Abandon ship! Hurry! Abandon ship!" The captain yelled orders to the few surviving men who were left to save themselves. They'd all forgotten one small bit of cargo--The Lady Sorna and her traveling companion.A bearded man stepped on board the ship, his giant sword held carelessly in the grip of one hand and a rope in the other from where he'd just used it to swing from his

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The Bodice Bandit was created for entertainment purposes, obviously and even more obvious is adult entertainment, adult humor, and very tongue in cheek.If you don’t have a sense of humor, consider yourself warned and you should probably turn back now. The Dreaded Pleasure is a pirate tale written many years ago, long before POTC came along. Since it has been sitting on my hard drive for eons,

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Once upon a time, there was a Bunny. This wasn’t like any other Bunny, though. This was a very special Bunny.This was The Bondage Bunny.This Bunny’s profession was to go around to share the fun of Bondage with all the people in the world who needed to discover the joys of such activities and also to bring new things to play with to those who already know about this Bunny.This Bunny brings

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He wanted her hot mouth on his lust-hardened flesh, and then to delve into her slick heat. He wanted to have her beneath him as he made her forget everything but what he was doing to her.Familiar fingers tugged a rhythm on the length of his flesh, causing it to harden. His breath hissing through his teeth, he could feel the pressure begin to build slowly. The only way to describe it was

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Delicious, wicked things are born in the darkness of the night. That was why she reveled in the deep velvet of the sky after sunset, for during the day, her needs were pushed away in the brightness of the sun. Wrapped in a towel, she went in search of her lover."Hurt me baby, please…." The plea in his voice was of pure need, sensual in tone and she smiled slowly, realizing her fantasy was

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Alone, she walked into the bar area of the hotel. In the privacy of the ladies room, she removed her wedding ring. It felt rather strange to do so after all this time. Taking a seat at a corner table that was well lit, she hoped nobody she knew would see her. Once upon a time as a teen-ager, she’d been having lunch with her father and seen one of her friend’s father having lunch with someone

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Lightning caressed the darkness of the night sky as the barest touch of a lover, causing anticipation at the approaching storm.Candles cast a warm glow on the flesh about to be feasted upon. With a predatory smile, he slid his tongue along the graceful curve of her spine. “You are delicious.”A smile crossed her features as she turned her head to the side. “You think?” Rather than try to look

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After snagging my pantyhose, the only thing I had left to wear was an old garter belt with stockings given to me as a joke quite some time ago by a guy I dated for a while. He was history now, though.Turning my gaze to the clock, I saw the time. If I didn't change into that lingerie now, I'd be running late. In fact, I already was a few minutes late, so I truly did not have time to stop off

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Unsuccessfully coping with the emotional devastation of infidelity was what led her down the moonlit path, the velvet darkness of the night wrapping around her as if to comfort her. It was almost magical the way she felt, as if nothing else mattered, with the exception of being out here and away from the one who caused her hurt.The trees rose, sentinels guarding her as she continued in search of

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She was the first to know, although she hadn’t expected it to happen quite yet. She made the discovery while getting up to get some water during the night. The door latch must not have caught and this was how she made the discovery….She saw the other woman’s legs wrapped around a lean waist and the heels of her feet pressed against a tight, well-shaped ass, encouraging him deeper, the other leg

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Halfway through the meal, she excused herself to calm down and it was then she got the idea to tease him. She placed something in his jacket pocket very quickly as she sat down. “I can’t wait until we’re alone.” Reaching into it, he found a scrap of material that barely passed as underwear. The thought of her sitting beside him, wearing nothing beneath the black skirt made him quite impatient

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