(It is recommended that you view the previous chapters before reading on. These stories deal with several areas of sexuality that some may find uncomfortable in a bad way. If you wish to read on you do so at your own risk. All characters portrayed in these stories are completely fictional and only exist in my mind and those of my readers.) Shannon woke up h...
Who is Sultana? Sultana, born in a Muslim family in one of the most underdeveloped regions in India to an illiterate daily wage worker parents. She was married to an old, rich, sexist man when she was just 18. Her husband used her only sex and he did all weird shit with her. She was always desperate for love, she starts looking for love everywhere until s...
Annie looked across the table at Brendan, "you did, didn't you?" Brendan lowered his head a bit and looked up at her through half open eyes, he briefly looked left and then locked eyes with her again, "yes" Annie rocked back and laughed from her whole core, " I knew it!!! You do!" Annie and Brendan were sitting at a two-top in The Wildfire, Minneapolis' m...
In our early days of our sexual adventure, my husband and I were invited to attend a party attended by swingers. We had been intimate with only two other couples plus a single man that had introduced us to the world of sex. But this was our first party and though we were eager to attend, we were still very nervous about it all. I could go into how we were i...
1 - Caught in the Act It had been a long and trying day, and he was ready to relax and enjoy himself. He had showered and shaved, and now he stood in his bedroom barefoot and wearing a terry cloth bathrobe. A playlist of ambient and deep trance music had been set up; the current track's 96 bpm beat pulsed at a moderate volume. His play space was ready: pil...
"I want to fuck him." The words melted into my psyche along with second glass of Blue Label. I swallowed and looked over her shoulder at the gentleman sitting four seats over by himself. His demeanor was unassuming. I looked in her eyes and they were glowing. She was glowing. I knew that look. I liked that look. I loved that look. She was getting hot and pr...
Author's note: This is the eighth chapter I never thought I'd write. Well: It's the seventh chapter I never thought I'd write, and the eighth chapter, which I never thought I'd write. It depends how you like to parse your sentences. It resolves the world, and ends Sable's story in it. Not her story, mind. Just her story in this world. If you haven't rea...
((This is my first attempt to try to get over my squeamishness of writing erotica. Please be gentle.)) * I am on a bed. I can feel the softness of the mattress under my knees and lower legs, but that is all that is touching it. I can feel the ties around my ankles, binding my legs to the spreader, keeping me open to the world. Around my chest and arms, I c...
Maybe it happens like this: we are sitting on a park bench at dusk, on a warm summer evening. We are talking, casually laughing at each other's jokes as we have many times before. But this time the electricity in the air is stronger; the kind of electricity that is almost better than sex. The anticipation of being 85% sure that you are both thinking the same...
Angela stirred from her sleep, feeling warm flesh pressed into her back. Graham, her boyfriend, had moved into the "spoon" position, his pelvis grinding into her butt. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. His pelvis dipped lower, allowing his erect penis to stray under her bum, searching for that magical spot. Angela blushed. He hadn't said she was beautif...