NOTE: This story is completely fictional. It is a fantasy of mine, and this is my first time attempting to write erotic fiction. I wasn’t sure which category to put it into. Feedback would be welcomed. I am a 27 year old woman, with some self discipline problems. I found this couple on the internet that said that they could give me a weekend of instruction...
I woke with a start to the sound of a key turning in the lock, then the deadbolt turning. Jeff was back. The knob turned, but he couldn't open the door because of the small latch-hook on the inside of the door. And there was the matter of the couch blocking the door as well. He started banging on the door, "Thomas? Ray? Open up! It's me." I relocked the tw...
Standard disclaimers. This is a story about sexual exploration and, open relationships. Open relationships can and do happily exist; but they are not for everyone. If you do not believe it is at all possible for open relationships to exist without damage to any and all involved parties, please do yourself a favor and don't waste your time reading this. ....
I'm not one for putting much romance in my stories. I suppose I have a few outliers, but don't let this title fool you. If you want hot, intimate, steamy sex, this isn't it. But it is a little diddly about a divorcee restarting his life in a free-use themed world. I wrote it in one evening. It's a scratch off, not worth putting much more into. Hope you enjoy...
A week later, Thursday night Shannon thought lustfully about their visit to Bull Riders last week. She robotically went through the motions of another work week, high on the memory of Tads eyes mind fucking her as she sat and flirted from her barstool. It was a Thursday night after work when she decided to go through her closet in search of a sexy outfit th...
Carl sat in the mostly empty Wendy's, finishing up the burger and fries on his tray. It was almost 2pm and way past the lunch rush. He had trouble finding a place to park his big rig in this one-stoplight town, so he ended up parking in a vacant lot a block away. The only thing this town had was the Wendy's even so he was alone with a few other patrons. Car...
Anna sat her desk, mindlessly reading another book review of yet another book she had no interest in reading, let alone buying, for the library. She thought she would love a library job and successfully completed her master's degree two short years ago. Unfortunately, the monotony started to get to her. Either she read books she did not enjoy, or there was n...
It was Teelah's first night in her new apartment in the city. She was lying in bed, beads of sweat were forming over the muscular legs she spent so many years honing in gyms for countless hours, the legs that were the source of her powerful physical presence, the legs that tossed and turned her in her tortured twisted dreams. Teelah dreamed of a girl, the sa...
Gina Rockridge sat in the old, rusted, nearly collapsing folding chair, next to the equally disheveled folding table in the middle of her kitchen. Her face was buried in her hands as her tears flowed from her eyes, down her reddened cheeks crashing onto the ugly, cracked, black and white tiles that checkered the floor. She was at her wits end. It was the...
The car door slams behind me; the rain spills down my check as I shuffle into her apartment complex. The man behind the desk smiles at me, a familiar face. We don't exchange names, but we know each other's faces and that's plenty. He asks me how the weather is; I crack a joke in return, and we go our separate ways. Like clockwork, he'll see me again in the m...