We'd been married for a few years now. I met Jason when I was a senior in college, he worked at the financial firm that I interned in for the summer. He was a few years older than me, a junior manager at the firm, and one night at an office happy hour I started talking with him and we ended up walking through the city and making out in a subway station. He t...
Christine got job at an exclusive, ritzy, men's only golf course. She was an attractive young girl brought in to flirt and liven up the place. She was told she would never be touched, but she should expect sexual comments, innuendos, and even propositions and this was ok because of the clientele. She would have to sign a non sexual harassment clause, non dis...
Driving home, the events of the night rambled through my head. It all seemed like a dream. Had I really just had sex with one of my former students or was it some form of hallucination. I was suddenly brought back to reality as some of the warm juices left from our encounter oozed it's way out of my still swollen vagina and onto the crotch of my panties. Sto...
This is my first time writing erotica, so please let me know what you think! If it's not too terrible I'll try to write more! My phone buzzed in my pocket as the professor droned on about the significance of John Soane's work within architectural history. I pulled my phone halfway from my pocket glancing at the screen to see a text message from Natalie. I p...
It was almost a year since Arnold's wife and son died in a freak car accident. He loved both very much, and the memories hurt to much for him to stay in Ireland any longer. Arnold was 35, still attractive looking, 6'3", dark hair blue eyes, well built, 180 lbs, but the emptiness in his face showed, and he felt twice his age. So in a desperate attempt, Arnold...
I walk into the room and find you there, though you haven't realized my presence. I watch you from behind… as you read the story that is on your monitor. Your thoughts are captivated by the fantasy described on the screen; my thoughts are captivated by you. I stand there for a moment, losing myself in thoughts of you. I lean up against the doorframe and im...
The alarm clock goes off, I reach over to hit the snooze button but find that I can’t move my hands. While I was sleeping you tied my wrists to the headboard. You know that I hate not having control. I look around the room but you are not there. I scream out your name but no answer. You know this is making my blood boil I scream out, ”GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!"...
The next morning I awoke to find myself alone in bed, carefully covered to keep me warm, with the remains of the wig I had been wearing the night before placed on one of the corner posts of the bed. The plastic hairs that we had cut and mangled were cleanly swept up into a pile. I inched my way to the edge of the bed, and climbed out into the chilly mornin...
Author's Note: This is part two of my smutty little romantic comedy series. This chapter is probably the smuttiest of the early chapters, but its also the shortest because I was still kind of finding my stride when I wrote it. Please leave a comment! I love hearing from readers! A special Thank You to everyone who commented on part one! Its people like you...
On Monday night I was searching the Internet for a holiday when the computer 'pinged' and a blue square popped up in the corner. Slightly surprised I read the message, "Flyboy; says Hi." It took me a few seconds to realise what it meant. Three months previously, just before had gone to University my daughter had set up an MSN messaging account for me to ke...