I had just received a new book of erotic stories, and could not wait to read them. I sat - well, sprawled - in a chair and leaned back, opening the book to the first story. I read each story carefully, not wanting to miss anything, and looking for ideas to use in the stories that I write, and yes, of course, I got aroused at the explicit descriptions of each...
Friday night, and I was off down chill, coal-sweet streets to the House of Black Mirrors. A famous house -- at least within a one hundred mile radius of old Ogie. But if you haven't got a sense of that place, well, all you need to know is that all the "desert flowers" are brought there for the tasting. Trained in the forbidden dances and songs and other thin...
********** Note to readers: It's been a long time, but here it is - the second chapter in Sylen's story. Things are beginning to look more explicitly sexy, and will probably be progressing along those lines as the story progresses. I hope you enjoy :) ********** It was two weeks before she heard from them again. Online, she was given strict orders not to...
So many things to do, so many ways to explore, but this is what I want first. Want to give You first. I move her ever so gently, putting her between Your legs, and then kneel behind her. I hold her long hair back and guide her mouth to Your balls, resting my head on Your left thigh as I watch her. I hope that I have taught her enough, but it is too late for...
Amelia Pond gasps. Ruby straddles her, pinning her wrists above her head, keeping her prisoner between Her thighs. "Please... I... I need something, I need anything, I need you-" A hand around her throat silences her. "Don't waste your words. Tell me what you want." The vice grip, hands so strong and soft and harsh, loosens. Loosens, but not releases. Neve...
I sat and looked longingly at you, wishing that you knew I even existed. Everything about you was perfect, from your long golden hair, perfectly formed breasts, gorgeous figure, and right down to your long, slender legs. I wondered what sort of things you liked to do at night, at the weekend, when you weren't at work. I wondered what you actually did for wor...
Please note, dear reader, that Sophie likes her name to be pronounced with the accent on the second syllable. She prays you to keep this in mind when reading this story. You might even exercise it a couple of times before you start, she suggests :-) Sophie furthermore wishes you a pleasurable and exciting reading and so do I. It was a hot afternoon. I took...
Sarah had made a name for herself as an office manager and it wasn't uncommon to catch other employees looking a little too long at her. When working with her I did my best not to stare but she caught my gaze lingering on more than one occasion. Fortunately, she pretended not to notice. After several weeks of working together I started to suspect that she w...
I didn't see Amy come into the coffee shop, but as she slid into the booth beside me I turned to look at her and I could see that she had the devil in her eyes. She was smirking like the cat that had the cream. "I'll have a latte and a caesar salad, thanks Sam," she said. "What are you looking so smug about?" I asked her. "I've just been talking to Greta....
Dearest Kylie, You will never read these words, because this entire letter is wrong on every level. Even so, these are feelings that I have to sort out, if only to maintain my sanity. Maybe knowing that someday you would read these words would help a bit more, but I know in my heart it will never be possible. If these thoughts without voice are heresies, I...