I love it that you masturbate to my writings. Usually these are rememberances, but occasionally they are fantasy. One of my secret fantasies has been to find you reading my stories. Catch you in the act, with your hand down your pants. We agree to meet at a hotel where I am staying while on business. I leave the key in an envelope at the desk and you have n...
What is it that defines something as being wrong? I tried most days to not ponder too much over this question. The end of the month had arrived quicker than expected and here I was pulling on my black jeans, scuffed up trainers and scraping my hair up under my cap. As I headed towards the door I looked in on the door of the bedroom in the darkness, the moon...
My journey into the wonderful world of open and exhilarating sex started out very slowly. Like most men, I seem to be constantly aroused and ready. This unfortunately is not quite the same for all the women I know. My wife and I initially had some great and almost regular sex. Like most cases though, this started to wane and almost became non existent. The...
"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea." - Samuel Taylor Coleridge ---------------------------- The Xanadu may not be the 'Stately Pleasure Dome' of Kubla Khan's poetic decree but it is probably the best members-only sex club in the world. It is...
Lyn eased her way up the unfamiliar mountain path. She had not really planned this ride up the mountain but her horse "Lucky" needed to stretch his legs and she was tired of driving anyway. The tack store owner told her it was a half day ride to a beautiful lake. He had not mentioned that while the mountain path was narrow, the scenery along the way was in...
An Exercise in Pretension by Kinky Rachel To (mis)quote Hunter Thompson, I've never been properly able to explain myself pretty much anywhere, so bear with me if this goes wrong. I've written a fair, but not overwhelming, number of erotic stories now, on some of which I've got comments that aren't entirely negative. However, I imagine like any erotica write...
Her full lips, perpetually poised to break into a delightfully unguarded smile were trembling. His fingers brushed over her cheek painting a light flush of crimson. Gently her lips parted. Instinctively she moistened them imploring his fingers onwards. He traced the curve of her mouth, savouring each small tremor of arousal before gliding his hand down to re...
After a long day taking the kids to school that go and playing with the one remaining at home, sprucing up the house, cooking dinner and getting the kids ready to go to their grandma's for the weekend Laura lays back on the bed after a hot shower and sighs loudly. It feels good to actually be still for a minute; she looks at the clock and sees she still has...
The cold, late December wind blew down 7th Avenue making swirls of soft white snowflakes here and there outside the small Lonesome Dove Funeral Chapel and Off-Track Betting Parlor. The cheap, twinkling Christmas lights and fake fir bows wrapping the telephone pole on the corner looked, if anything, just as gaudy and cheap as the suit Harry Dick was wearing....
I was twenty-eight when my Grandma Pearl passed away. I still remember every moment of that call. I knew immediately it was bad news. My great Aunt Mary didn’t make many phone calls. “Emily, are you sitting down?” Aunt Mary said. “I don’t know how to tell you this. It’s your Grandma Pearl. She died today.” I didn’t cry then, or at the funeral, or even in...