This is a true story (more or less). I’m a writer who has written a few erotic tales and in this case it led to something more! I live in a neat, small housing complex which is made up of only four little bungalows in a wooded area. They are situated around a little patio with lots of vegetation and a spa for the four little houses. Its in a quiet, suburban...
11:45 p.m. During stories taking place over one day, Cinnamon enjoyed phone sex with George; her boss Bill ate her pussy; she takes a late lunch break and visits her lover Mark at a motel, with Mark fucking her ass. Later, Mark fucked her co-worker, Sally, as Cinnamon watched and masturbated; then Sally ate Cinnamon. Late at night in she cybered on the comp...
its 7:15 and i'm awake. her hair is soft and in my ear and my thumb lightly rub rub up her forefinger. our hands are still clasped half under the sheet and together for so long, our palms are glued moist and warm. i listen to her breath in her sleep and she smells wonderful. and then she smells like motor oil. as i smile and begin to drift i squeeze her hand...
Heather was no longer the woman I had just painted the town with. She'd become a creature of unknown origin with instincts unfamiliar and movements I could neither define nor predict. The pretty spray of tiny red hearts I'd idly doodled all over her lightly freckled forearms – in the bar over the course of the long liquor-soaked evening – were now innate m...
Note: This is Part II of the backstory on Jim and Monique, two grieving lovers who find each other on a private island in the South Pacific. In the previous installment, Jim meets Monique, who has anchored on the far side of his island, secretly, to stock up on fresh water before sailing to Hawaii. He tells her that if she had only asked he would have given...
It was the middle of December, the air crisp and clean, snow lightly falling to the ground where it sat, building into a nice layer on the ground . Ashley and I sat inside next to the fireplace, resting against a large pillow, our favorite books in our hands. Becca had gone home to visit family for the holidays, so it was just Ashley and I. The problem with...
"Honey, I just can't get into writing a Valentine's story." "Why not?" "Every one I start ends up being just a typical erotic tale, with a few gratuitous references to cinnamon hearts tossed in. I feel like if I post them, the fine folks at Lit will bitchslap me for arrogance. Or stupidity." "What have you got so far?" Mallory read the current draft over...
I hear you drive away from the motel. You have said that you will not be back until noon tomorrow. You have told me that I had better be ready for you when you return. You want my pussy juices dripping with anticipation, ready to receive your rampant cock. You have promised me that you will enter me even if it is as dry as a stick; it is my choice to feel pa...
The idea for this story came to me when pictures of Emma Bunton 'Baby Spice' were splashed over a number of papers on holiday with her mother, showing Emma with a definite flabby belly. After this for some months I noticed that she always wore clothes to hide her waist and she did appear in a proper light blue 'serious' corset as mentioned in the story, when...
I gave her a cup of coffee, she looked like she needed it. "It was horrible." She told us. She sat in the chair, 5'4, thin, her hair a mess, clothing torn. I could see her left breast threatening to pop out of what was left of her blouse. Her pink lips pale, her skin taught from her ordeal. She drank the cup of coffee quickly as if it were a matter of life...