The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 11 (Part 8)

After I drained Mr. Steedstiff’s family jewels and Miss Frothinglips fully satiated her carnal appetites, I was finally released from service. My reward: to take the soiled dildo away to be cleaned — by me. I left the two furtive lovers to their devices; they commenced a game of ring-around-the-rosie, each lashing whips as they frolicked starkers. There were always rumors floating around amongst the hoi polloi about the ‘Great Houses’, but to witness firsthand the ways and means of aristocratic stress relief was rather disconcerting. As I scrubbed the used dildo in hot, soapy water I pondered why that was.

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The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 11 (Part 7)

Crawling beneath him, I nursed his weeping cock to life. With his slimy and tasty organ firmly ensconced in my mouth, I practiced my throating technique. For once unencumbered by supervision, my free hand succored my pussy. The scents, the sounds, the pure uninhibited lust brought me to a rolling boil, my essence squirting copiously and continuously. Mr. Steedstiff’s cloying spend I savored before swallowing with eagerness for more. I will say this in closing: From that moment forward, I ceased to play the role of hapless victim and was drawn into the many plots being woven all around me.

Rather than read each individual drabble, you can go to this page which has links to all the complete previous chapters. For easier reading, once I have posted all 30 drabbles, I repost the entire chapter in 3,000 words.

The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 11 (Part 6)

By now, I was the billiard ball to their cues; caroming from cushions to pockets with each strike. My tongue furry with his funk, she bade me grasp her dildo and guide the way into his tight fundament. His rod softened under her assault: I became superfluous to their lust. Each spoke as if on stage, actors reciting memorized lines flung out to mesmerized audiences night after night. I did not care to record the banter. Indeed, I felt a tad sorry for Mr. Steedstiff — who winced every time Miss Frothinglips drove her thick prick home with a loud slap.

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The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 11 (Part 5)

For all the often brutality of males, when given the chance, it was females who serviced me the harsher every time. No matter, I thrived on such treatment and, in any case, she was too eager to wait much longer. After a few more pokes, while I held my breath, she withdrew from my drenched mouth. Her voice dropped an octave, the cool soprano thrill deepening into a rough gutter patois. “Suck his arsehole, Ruby. Use that talented tongue to pry open his bum for my weapon of ass destruction.” I helped him bend over, fist tight round his cock.

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Thank you, Rebel, for the honor

I woke this morning to a surprise. The lovely and gracious Marie Rebelle had included this blog in her annual list, Top 20 Blogs of 2017, along with a mention of my latest published novella, The Spanking Misadventures of Stephanie.

As she notes in her preface, it was a difficult year for her on a personal level, and I know most of us can relate to the day-to-day struggle when life is not going to plan. She also mentions that choosing only 20 blogs does not mean that there are not hundreds and thousands of other worthy bloggers, but that it is simply a list of writers she selected. I am very honored and humbled by her mentioning my blog, as the other 19 include some of the most popular and influential sex bloggers on the planet. To be listed in their company means a lot to me; knowing that my writing brings joy and pleasure to others is truly what I strive for.

Thank you again, Rebel.

… and to all, a good night

“How do the decorations look?”
“They’re fine.”
“Really?”
“Well, darling, there’s only so much they can do to lift the spirits.”
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Getting sick again.”
“You know that’s not your fault.”
“But what if ‘It’s’ returned?”
“Then we deal with ‘It’, just like we did the time before.”
“And before that and before that and b—”
“Stop that. You know I love you.”
“I don’t know why, I’m such a burden. Your mother was right, I’m not good enough for you.”
“That’s enough whining out of you. Santa may have come and gone, but I can still take a switch to your backside.”
“I think the nurses would be scandalized.”
“Not if you’ve been acting the brat all this time.”
“I’m not being bratty.”
“Really?”
“I hate spending Christmas in the hospital. It’s so depressing. I hate being sick all the time.”
“That’s not your fault.”
“Sometimes it feels that way.”
“I love you more today than the day we got married. You’ve given me beautiful children and a secure home. You should never doubt you’re loved by your family.”
“Stay with me?”
“Always, my beloved husband. Let your wife take care of you and, when you are back home, I’ll give you a nice, hard spanking as your Christmas present.”

The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 11 (Part 4)

“Finally,” Miss Frothinglips huffed. “Suckle and make it wet.” I sank to my knees and used both hands to grasp his bobbing prick. Opening my mouth to engulf the wet, shiny tip peeping from its sheath, she stepped closer and yanked my head away. “Not his cock, you dolt. Mine!” She slapped my face with her leather appliance for good measure. “Spit shine my knob, Ruby, before I plunder his arse.” She poked my lips and jabbed inside with remorseless pressure. I fear to say, she used me ill then. I choked and slobbered as she thrust into my throat.

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