Hello, this is my first attempt at writing a piece of erotic fiction and I would welcome your feedback on the story. Please take a moment at the end to tell me what worked for you or what didn't. * Falling snow covers the forest; a small doe wanders up to a cabin and stops. Her head held high and ears alert, she carefully steps forward. Our skis stand n...
I walk into your dimly lit bedroom. The room smells deliciously of you. Your perfume combined with that barely noticeable woman scent makes me stop just as I enter. I breathe in, silently and deeply, filling my lungs with this intoxication. A flush of sexual longing rakes through my body then lodges in my groin, it's delicious ache sits there warmly. You a...
-FROM "NIGHTWATCHES"- ... Sometimes, for those who make a living in the hours when you are asleep, there comes, towards the end of a watch or shift, an errant image from the depths of the past and their psyche. Images built on bits of memory or snatches of an old song - Jungian archetypes or " a bit of undigested gristle". One that comes to me is the image...
I was on holiday in Ireland, the land of my birth or it was if you counted several generations back. Throw some Native American in there with some Scott and there with the Irish and you have my ancestry as far as I was ever told. I had turned 48 last summer and I realized that this past year had been the exact same as the one before. Which was the same as th...
The looks on people's faces when they see me walking around with my boyfriend always amuse me. Apparently, there's some unwritten rule out there that Arab girls aren't supposed to date Black men. Sorry, I wasn't around when that rule got coined, so I don't feel the need to adhere to it. The name is Genevieve Abdullah, and I'm a young woman of Lebanese descen...
What I had seen last night was unreal. My neighbor had masturbated for a good half an hour before he came. The thought alone made me unbelievably horny. I had to call one of my schoolmates, Lily and tell her about it. "Wait, you mean he just did it right in front of you?!" She gasped on the other end of the line. I had gone to a London boarding school and...
Just then I remembered Wiz sitting anxiously over on the Loony. "Mrs. O'Connor, my ship's engineer is very anxious to talk to you, and to examine your ship... if it's okay with you? He feels that some of the innovations you have developed could be of great importance, and would like to speak with you as soon as is convenient." "Of course, have him come ove...
My friend, Scott, is a tall good-looking guy with dark hair and the gift of gab with women - I wouldn't say he can get any woman he wants, but let's just say his batting average is very high. When we were in our early 20s, we used to go out 3 or 4 nights a week to the local L.A. bars and clubs - Scott was the captain and I was the quintessential wingman. Wh...
In May 1997 I was two months shy of my twentieth birthday & just finishing my sophomore year at St. Joseph's College, Brooklyn Campus. I had grown up speaking a dialect of Italian at home, had taken Italian as my foreign language all four years of high school, and at college I was doing well in advanced Italian...my professor said I spoke nearly as well as a...
Sometimes, I have too much fun. Is that wrong? I don't think so. My name is Christine Joan Armand and I'm a six-foot-two, lean and muscular, short-haired and bronze-eyed, forty-something Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day I am a real estate agent. I'm quite good at what I do. I'm the CEO of Armand & Dale Realtors, a fast-growin...