Writers of erotica are very much readers of erotica. When you first put pen to paper and write a sex scene, you probably do not consider yourself a writer of erotica. Time and many stories later, you begin to see the truth of your vocation. * I became enamored of erotica at an early age. Back then, I did not call it erotica. Oh no, it was what was sold as...
I watch him undress. Nervous, shaking slightly, his first time no doubt. I sit, quiet, legs crossed over one another, awaiting his instruction, perfectly still. He inserts the key card, processing the information I understand the request of course. A "number four" for our newbie; "A number four, oral pleasure, use of hands permitted. Maximum time allowed 1...
My wife, Z, has been a shared wife for over twenty years now, and we are completely into the life of letting other men fuck her. In fact, we like to try to push it a little bit more every once in a while, moving further and further toward the extremes of the cuckold relationship we both enjoy. Recently we have moved to another new place, one which is both ho...
Season Four, cont. Production began as usual the next day except that I no longer took Gale's food to him. Jenifer came bouncing over to select things for him. I learned how to keep my mouth shut the first day when I'd prepared a special lunch for him, knowing how much he loved my roast beef French dip sandwiches. She ignored the box with his name written o...
I had to go to Arkansas last weekend, my wife Teri was staying home, to take to kids camping, I found out later from friends that she had a lot more fun then me that weekend. Teri and the boys got to the lake about noon on Friday, and a couple of coworkers helped them set up camp. One was a buddy of mine Rick. After they set up camp it was party time. Well...
I was feeling pretty low that Friday night. My friends had done their best to cheer me up, taking me out for a few drinks and some good company. It was working, too. I was just starting to relax for the first time since my rather surprising break up two weeks before. Unfortunately, they chose the wrong place for us to go that evening. Around 10, my ex girlfr...
"Just another quarter mile." "I can't make it, it hurts so bad. Why, why did I have to twist my ankle? I can't make it another five feet. The last two were excruciating enough. Let me just rest a moment. " Limping slowly off the trail to the long soft grass; falling to my butt, then resting on my elbows. Looking up at you apologetically. "I'm sorry, Love....
Just you and me, alone. Standing in front of you naked I feel all my fear melt away. Glad that you took your time in stripping me. Shy at first as your hands roamed under the hem of my skirt to peel down my knickers, butterflies in my tummy as you reached under my top to place your hands on my breasts, my nipples growing hard instantly at your firm touch....
Now, I want you to imagine I'm in your bedroom with you right now. I'm fully dressed, but you're wearing something skimpy. Maybe a nightdress, or just underwear. Maybe just a man's shirt and knickers. Something that turns me on enough to grab you and turn you over my knee, anyway. I take you by the upper arm and pull you towards me - not roughly, but firmly...
"Did I do something wrong...?" you ask, nervously. You look so cute in your lazy-Sunday outfit, your hair just a little unkempt, your jeans hanging tantalizingly loose with the top button undone. I eye you possessively, tracing each of your curves as you wait impatiently. I watch as you anxiously shift your weight back and forth across your bare feet. My...