To begin with: this letter is meant to be neither a complaint nor an accusation; it is just my problem, and all I hope is that you will be able to read it without turning a deaf ear to what I'm trying to say, without telling me as you are wont to do that 'we'd better get a divorce then as that's what I want.' It isn't what I want. I wouldn't have hung on for...
It was a Sunday morning. He felt horny, but wasn't really inspired to masturbate. It seemed dull and uninteresting. His penis was semi-erect and it was slightly irritating. He felt irritable. He heard a knock on the door. Great he thought, it was probably his neighbor wanting something. He opened the door. It was his ex-lover, Deb. She stood rather nervously...
(This is my first time writing erotic lit. Comments and suggestions would be much appreciated.) Rick could hardly believe his luck. His entire life, he had been obsessed with the idea of being with an older woman. He fantasized constantly, admiring teachers, women on the street, and even a few of his friends' mothers. Of course, none of these fantasies had...
Bethany Collins. Beth to her friends. Miss Collins to her students. A very attractive woman. Time has yet to play havoc with her gentle smile and the brilliant blue glow of her eyes. Were it not for the streaks of gray, one could easily place her age at low thirties... at BEST. Miss Bethany Collins was fifty-four years old. And she hated it. NO one wants a...
As Marcus Lucien's thick Haitian dick worked its way into my asshole, I found myself wondering if one can ever truly be prepared for anal sex. My name is Aamina Tilahun. My devotees and slaves call me Mistress Ethiopia, because I'm the only Ethiopian dominatrix out there in the world of BDSM. I'm a tall young Black woman originally from Gondar City, Republic...
Chapter Seven: The Last "You are a virgin, are you not?" Hera questioned, her porcelain brush stilled a centimeter away from her silk-like black hair that reminded me far too much of Nyx and her eldest son. As I stared at the Queen of the Gods her question reverberated through my body. "Of course, your majesty." I bowed my head respectfully, trying to re...
As I walk along the beach near my rented bungalow, the moon illuminates my immediate surroundings. In the distance I can see her approaching me. I don't know that it is her yet, all I see is the exotic red and blue dress. I recognize the dress as one I saw once in an old brochure on Russian culture. She seemingly glides towards me, leaving no prints in the s...
I had been standing around now for over an hour and was onto my fourth vodka and lime. I'd been scanning the dance floor, the sofas and the bar and she wasn't anywhere to be seen. Plenty of other girls in various states of dress: miniskirts, slinky long gowns, short shorts, plunging cleavage tops, bare midriffs, the lot. I'd met her last week and she'd pla...
Note from author - In the first chapter, we met Nidhi Sinha, an 18 yr- old Indian girl, blessed with looks as well as brains. We tried to understand how the socio-cultural environment she was brought up in left her in a limbo between modernity and tradition. Before we start the story proper, I feel it is necessary to first explain a bit about the various as...
It wasn't anything I planned, I mean how can you plan something as off the wall, or I guess I should say off the bookshelves? At the time I was visiting a used book store, one of those in an old, converted house with narrow aisles, interesting room shapes and lots of nooks and crannies. Although it was an inspiring setting for the casual book shopper, the ch...