By Aleq de Satyr Prologue My name is Octavia, Tavia for short. I am a 47 year old non-conformist Social Scientist. I was on my way home to Denver, Colorado, after attending a seminar in Santa Fe New Mexico, when I decided to stop over in Taos for a short rest. I am also a Feminist activist, sex enthusiast, educator, herbalist, and writer. My face is au...
Author's Note: Plot chapter this time around. This is the penultimate chapter for the story. The final chapter (?) comes out next month. *** "Everyone will see," Alisa grumbled and picked at the strained fabric around her crotch. Beside her, Bianca turned and modelled in front of a mirror, less concerned with being seen than how she was seen. "Can't help...
Clay, a fellow realtor at London House, the most successful real estate agency in West Los Angeles, had last Tuesday lured Alex to a biker bar in the San Fernando Valley. The evening began well for the coworkers, playing pool and mixing it up with some of Clay's buddies. His imposing physical presence provided her with a feeling of security, his athletic bui...
Huffing and puffing small clouds of steam out into the cold Chicago air, Melvin Jacobs waddled the distance between his job as a security guard at Loyola University and the train station where he would board a train for home. It would be a short ride. Melvin only lived five blocks from the school. Four if he walked home from his post in the parking garage r...
Cosmina, Alexandria and Daniela looked forward to Saturday afternoon each week. All sisters, born just a year apart, they had always been close and growing up in a traditional Romanian family also meant that family ties were very strong, and they were true to their roots. All throughout school, Cosmina, the oldest always looked out for her younger sisters, a...
Another Saturday morning waking up alone. A cool breeze blew the curtains at the windows edge, rattling the Venetian blinds. It would be another scorching August day. Angela stretched, and as she adjusted her eyes to the sunlight just beginning to shine through her window, she heard the drums, a rhythmic thunder in the distance pulsing against her awakening....
"WHAT? NO! I'm not paying you for sex! Uh uh, no, not now, not ever no way!" It's a Friday evening and just like every second Friday Gypsy is around. It's a money thing really, I have the wine, can knock out a decent meal and my company is free. Gypsy is far from the best with money, even at the best of times, but she also has issues to contend with that...
The story isn't as "rough" as the title suggests, but it will make sense after you finish reading. It's a short one-off, with yet another highly fantastical plot. If you're more into real-world scenarios, my stuff isn't going to be your bag. It may also be a bit of a risk, putting this in Erotic Couplings (I hear you folks are hard to please), as it's heavy...
He walked out of the tent and started down the road to the inn. The moon light lit the road and the sounds of the make shift encampment filled the air. He could hear snoring from some tents, sexual noises from others and the though of what was going on inside made him smile. And he wondered if the people inside were enjoying their romp as much as he did his....
My name is Kim. I am 53 years old, recently divorced and living in London with my wonderful daughter. I am writing about my sexual adventures, growing up in the 1980s as a way of making sense of my past and celebrating a glorious time when I was young and carefree. Between 1987 and 1989, I had some of the most gloriously uninhibited sex of my life. After tha...