Stephen's life was this moment. If Alison wasn't aware of the secret, his eyes tasting every inch of her should have been as effective as a tell-all book. Stephen had been reading her since they first met. For twenty years it's been his curse, his dream, and now alone together in her bedroom, he took turns between sizing her up and thanking God that Alison b...
Quick note: I'm a feedback whore. Comment, please. Even if it is to tell me I'm incredibly fucked up. Enjoy! *********** The two men watched their prey silently from their pickup truck as she walked home from school. Samantha's head was down to her phone as it normally was. She sipped hot apple cider from a little thermos and just kept merrily on her way....
The genesis of the story is rooted in a classic novel with a similar scene that just didn't go far enough, in my opinion. Consider this story to be set in France or a France-like nation, sometime around the 17th century. That will help explain some of the style choices. It is an initial pass at what could become a longer story. * Bernard was entering the...
My best friend from school, Eric, was orphaned while I was in the service and had inherited a fair amount of money. By the time I got out he had purchased property and had a "pole barn" built on it to live in while he built his house. He asked me to stay with him and help him build it. It sounded like fun and I had little else going so I decided to join him...
I'm disappointed by the short email. "Meetings. No time today. Be a Good Girl." I sigh and close the laptop. I straighten my shoulders and set about the tasks for the day. I make the bed and gather the laundry. I start cleaning the kitchen and while I'm unloading the dishwasher, my mind wanders to the last time M visited. My ass and hips were still tender...
Sandy wrapped her arms around her chest tighter, shivering from the cold. Inhaling deeply, she could feel the crisp air move down her throat, freezing on impact. She walked briskly, looking only at the ground, avoiding the looks and lears that were cast her way. Veering to her right, Sandy passed through the bushes that shielded a quiet and peaceful park. It...
The DJ blared over radio, "The snow is at least five feet high. Businesses and roads are closed. So I hope you have plenty of cup o noodles and water. Well at least we have electricity and plumbin-." DING! Pa55i017ateKi55er: So, what type of men do you like? Sarah bit her cherry lips as her emerald eyes moved from the computer screen to the poster of a mo...
Panicked vapor, moist in all the expected places, but heavier than the substance of most dreams: another nightmare about spelunking between feminine mounds. The mounds that used to cast haunting convex busts behind opaque turquoise scrubs and keep Mehmet Oz turning always and ever over on his silk sheets before important practicum exams. O! If only he had kn...
The room was white, all white. The walls were bright, sanitary white. There wasn't a visible door. The floors were white and the overhead lights cast back from them with blinding brilliance. The ceiling was one vast, white light. Each wall had one table distending from it. Each table was painted white and was about waist high and had a white cushion on it. E...
I may be no more qualified than others who write sexy stories and post here; but I figured I would share what I have learned from reading and writing erotica for many years. The first and most obvious point is that erotica, unlike other kinds of writing, has a purpose and that is --to get the readers sexually aroused. I like erotica with a good story,...