A story for my partner. I've told him many times of my desire to be watched having sex outdoors, and I also incorporated a fantasy situation I know he has, albeit he needed some 'assistance' to fulfil it. Please feel free to comment. "What do you fancy doing this afternoon?" I asked you as I was preparing an evening meal for our older children to eat lat...
Out of Peoria: A Story of Innocence lost. Chapter 3: Finding a man. A week in the commune taught me just about everything I wanted and needed to know about sex. I experimented with everything (except anal sex which had no appeal for me at all --- and I never have met a woman who would admit on close questioning that she really liked it) and was beginning...
How to write an erotic story? I write fiction. I write erotica. I write erotic fiction. Now locked in that particular genre for the past five years, that's all that I write. So, being that this is a how to story, specifically how do you write an erotic story, shall we begin? Honestly, I don't have a clue how to write an erotic story, I just do without thin...
In the morning the pulled out of Santa Fe around 9AM. They overslept since the sex between the three of them had lasted long into the night. Billy had been able to get hard and cum three separate times thanks to the help of the two women's mouths and the fact that he was young and so very eager to please the two whores. While he deposited two hardy loads i...
Amanda was the kind of girl who could never get enough. Enough attention, enough sex, enough of living. She was one of those people who never lived vicariously through someone else... she was the kind that everyone else lived vicariously through. She was that wild friend; that crazy girl with four tattoos and a nose ring and a penchant for getting herself in...
I had this strange experience the other day. Even now I find it hard to believe it actually happened. It was like this... I was out for a drive. I'm new to the district and I was just motoring around, familiarising myself with the area. So here I am, driving along a mountain road and taking it easy, enjoying the view. I saw some deer along the side of the...
Talley James was a chameleon; from nine to five she was a regular working girl within the sheriff's department. Talley was the best researcher; she had a knack for finding the most hidden. One evening on her way from a convention in Chicago Talley was driving down interstate 25, hearing the sound of a police car pulling her over, she wondered what was going...
The story is true. The names have been changed. This one happened last year. Bon appetit. Over a late and lazy Sunday breakfast, my wife Angela asked me a question that had been sparked by a four page 'World Exclusive Investigation' in one of the more racy Sunday papers. "What's dogging?" "Huh?" "Dogging. Apparently it's all the rage these days," she sai...
I George had kissed his wife Sarah goodbye. The Chrysler had driven off to take her on her way to London, calling at the vicarage to pick up Susanna, wife of the parish priest, who was accompanying her for a weekend break. As a special birthday treat for Susanna, they were staying at Sarah's step-son's flat in Dolphin Square until Sunday, whilst her step-so...
One of the greatest gifts an author can receive is feedback from readers, both positive and negative. Critics make an author reach beyond their last work, striving to create something better, while supports help to feed an author and drive them to create more. I gladly accept both. If you get to the end of the chapter, if you have read all the way through,...