I am a new writer and would love to hear constructive criticism. Also, I would like to thank LadyCibelle for her expertise in editing this story. I know I have a long way to go, but with everyone's help, I will make it. If there are any errors you may find, they were made by me since it has been edited by LadyCibelle. This is my first time to post an erotic...
This is something I wrote purely for myself last summer and kinda uploaded on a whim. I have no actual experience of this kind of sex, but a girl can dream. Also, I have no idea how to handle criticism so you're all obliged to be extra nice to me. ***** I'm bored. It's always boring in the studio. Beats, plug-ins, overlays, melodies - it's all a foreign...
I sat, holding my drink, and caught myself staring at him again. I forced my gaze away once more, and focused instead on the conversation of the rest of the group. I laughed when appropriate, and smiled when someone spoke to me directly, but always found my thoughts leading back to the same man. His name was Chris, and he was a friend of my husband. I had...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. It was a nice calm, relatively cool evening that night that turned into a glorious night. I had gone out after dinner fo...
He noticed a slight twinge of anxiety as he pulled into the parking lot of the hotel restaurant. They had agreed to meet here twice before, and one thing or another had interrupted their plans. Would they actually meet this time? He locked the car, aware of the massage table tucked in the back. Walking into the restaurant, he took a breath and relaxed, remi...
The young woman lies motionless on the oversize bed, its six walnut feet buried deep in an antique Persian rug surrounded by walls beautifully covered in brocade fabric. A crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, unlit in the early morning hours. At her feet is an Italian silk comforter, carelessly thrown back in reverence of summer. A sudden gust raises...
One of the biggest advantages of moving into the condo after my divorce at the age of 45 was the many benefits offered. In addition to the luxury of not having to do menial chores like cutting grass and shoveling snow, there were the many amenities offered. There was a weight room, tennis court, basketball court and swimming pool. I particularly liked the sw...
"Wow, this week has dragged on," I said to my coworker as we walked out the door to the parking lot. "It certainly has, Amanda. Anything going on this weekend to help you forget about it?" Brian asked me, much like he did every Friday afternoon. "I'm not sure what's going on just yet. I might go out for a few drinks with some friends later tonight. That sh...
My recent liaisons with Mark have made me very guilty and when I finally had a free day with Steve my de-facto I opened up and told him what happened. How did this happen you may ask? Why didn't I just shut up? Well it is simple Steve asked me. As a joke I guess but he asked me. We were having a late lunch on the back porch when Steve asked how the dance...
Deanna and her husband Billy were jammed together along with hundreds of other fans in front of the stage where T. M. Taylor and his band had just finished their last concert in Amarillo. Deanna and Billy were sweethearts who married right out of high school. At the time, she was a cashier at a large drugstore chain, and now, after eight years, was the assis...