Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Watching Your Wife With Another Man - Part Two

Odd Man: 
Short Story – 
Part Two
Read Part One Here

So, sorry, I'm a horrible tease.

Part Two used to be here; so sad you missed it.

But you can check out the revised and edited version of this story that I wrote for The Sexy Librarian's For the Men (And the Women Who Love Them) Anthology.

Erotica is so often thought of as being female driven, created by and for women in mind. And, I'm not going to lie, I kinda love it for that. 

But it's rather amazing and bold that, unlike most others in its genre, this project focuses on the male perspective. As I've said before, "there are so many wonderful men in kinkland. And every one of them is unique and deserves to be celebrated. Each one of them have stories and sides of themselves that deserve to be told." I love that this anthology explores and celebrates that; please come check it out!
"The Sexy Librarian, Rose Caraway presents an anthology intended for the fellas and the women who have an appetite for bold, adventurous erotic storytelling. Escape into the fantastic, the outlandish, and the literary. Get ready for; a space pirate, a cowgirl, an anxious odd man out, an undercover agent, lonely ghosts, a taxi driver with an unexpected topsy-turvy fare, a burly biker who just wants to be cuddled, a bride-to-be with one last oat to sow, The Devil offers a golden deal, a mysterious hitchhiker, strangers and a spontaneous three-way, and a reluctant hitman. You will find these and many more audacious characters playing out intense encounters. Featured stories by: Allen Dusk, Jade A. Waters, Terrance Aldon Shaw, Tamsin Flowers, Landon Dixon, Sonni de Soto, Adrea Kore, D. Lovejoy, Erin Pim, J.T. Seate, Spencer Dryden, Winter Blair, Simon Drax, Lynn Lake, Chase Morgan, Charlie Powell, Josie Jordan, Daily Hollow, Marc Angel, Rachel de Vine, D.L. King, Dorothy Freed, Rachel Kramer Bussel, T.J. Christian, and Emmanuelle de Maupassant"

Please check out my novel Show Me, Sir from Sinful Press that celebrates feminist kink!

Please check out my story in The New Smut Project's anthology and see how consent makes everything sexier!

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Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Watching Your Wife With Another Man - Part One

Odd Man - 
Short Story - 
Part One

Author’s note: This isn’t an indictment on open or poly relationships, simply a story meant to tell one couple’s experience, which—like with monogamous, monogomish, or really any other relationship configuration you can form—comes with its own unique set of challenges and triumphs. As always, I hope you enjoy.

There are things in life that you will never plan, but still have to live with anyway. You’ll think, as you drive the familiar road as if by rote, that this is just another one of those things that must be muddled through, one step at a time. You’ll be so sure that—once you’re in the middle of it—it won’t be so hard.

You will, of course, be wrong.

As you arrive at Donovan’s—a place you’d always thought of as your place, a place where the two of you could always come together—you’ll walk in at least three steps behind her, feeling for the first time since you stepped foot in the club—for the first time since you’ve known her—reluctant.

“You’ll like him,” she’ll tell you as she slows her steps. “He’s a great guy.”

Don’t say anything. Don’t even make a sound. Really, there isn’t a good response to this.

“Be nice,” she’ll admonish in that tone that makes you feel five. “Really,” she’ll insist, a slightly disgruntled sulk morphing her mythically beautiful face, “he is. You’ll see.” She’ll pause as she tries to reach for your hand, her quick, perky smile seeming plastered and full of plastic hope. “But I love you.”

You’ll spend far too long wondering what she means by that. Trying to solve the word problem seemingly Scrabbled in that phrase. You’ll waste hours—days—entire lifetimes—wondering if a three-letter word negates a four-letter one.



Your hand will slip like sand through her grip as you both push through the heavy, happy-hour crowd, leaving her holding nothing. Her frown—pretty, pouty lips—will kill you. It will also change nothing.

You’ll know the second she sees him, her eyes—sweet and soulful, a brown as rich and deep as the earth—will light up like they used to for you. She’ll make a sound—somewhere between a squeal and a laugh—as she rushes through the crowd toward him, leaving you to be swallowed up by the throng.

But she loves you.

You’ll stand there—dumbstruck—as they make their way back to you, her hand in his. Your teeth will grind, a rough screech in your head. Your nails will dig small crescent-shaped resentments into your palm like Braille as your fists form.

You’ll want to hit him. Kill him. End him.

Shake his hand instead as she makes introductions. 

He’ll look like an honest-to-God, spitting-image, leather-bound Dom.

You’ll look like a CPA.

You’ll turn to her—your wife of five years—and wonder if this—this testosterone-laden, brick shithouse of a giant dressed in the Hollywood guise of a messiah—is what she likes.

They’ll talk, trade compliments and jokes you neither understand nor care to. You’ll tune it out as you signal a waitress, something pretty and young. You’ll smile and lean in as she takes your order—a rail drink; whatever’s her recommendation. It’ll make you feel better.

Until you notice that your wife and Rand have left.

The nagging need to leave will hit you. She’s got Rand; you’ll think, I’m unnecessary at this point. Superfluous. Spare. One man too many. You’ll think of your bed—the bed you’ve shared with her for six years—and long to huddle warm under its covers.

But you know you’ll head to the dungeon.

Because you love her.

And she loves you.

You think.

Besides, if you leave, you’ll leave her with Rand. You’ll imagine her, upon seeing you’ve left, leaving with him. Going to his home. Going to his bed. You’ll picture her writhing around with him in tailored, manicured, perfect sheets, not stained by midnight snacks or pre-washed pets. You’ll imagine him taking an interminable time with your wife, not rushed after late nights at the office or sluggish before early morning runs. 

Stop this immediately...

Read Part Two Here