Kira Moore tearfully signed the divorce papers that had been on her desk for over a week. She was just a month past nineteen when they had gotten married. She often remembered back to her wedding day just over three years ago, the church had been filled with friends and family. After the reception, they had retired to the bridal suite. There, in the soft glo...
[Author's Note: This story is written using the narrative technique termed 'stream of consciousness.' The stream of consciousness technique is one of the defining features of twentieth century literature, though it seems rarely used in online erotica. In this approach, the narrator describes not just the character's actions and speech, but broadcasts the var...
The recent success of Jana Kramer's song "I Got the Boy" had caused her to do a lot of reminiscing lately. Too many that are fans of her or the song, it is no secret that the song is about a past love of hers that she wasn't quite able to make things work out with. What many don't know is that the song also has a sexual meeting to her, as Jana had always b...
There I was laying in my bed sleeping soundly between shifts when my cell phone began that annoying ring. You know the one...the one that wakes you up from the almost perfect relaxing sleep you desperately need to rejuvenate yourself. Well I reached over and picked up the phone and fumbled through closed eyes to find the answer button. "Hello," I managed t...
Kim screamed out with her hands up in the air, "Don't Regina I told you nothing happen." The gun went off and Kim hit the floor. When Kim woke up in the hospital she didn't remember why she was there. "What's going on?" she asked the nurse. "Calm down," the nurse replied Kim started getting excited jumping up out of the bed. The nurse rang for the do...
"You did what?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I looked at my friend, Jenny, in disbelief. "I followed Mark...and I saw what I saw." Jenny looked down at her hands. "You followed my husband. Why?" I sat down on the couch beside her. "You said you were wondering if he was screwing around. So, I followed him." She reached down and took her cell phon...
Author’s note: I do a lot of flying in my work. One day I set next to an actual Bubba. His total lack of even the basic elements of respect for women caused me to write this satire. Keep in mind the web page is a fake. Also, Sprite, thank you for editing my work. You are a true joy to work with. * * * * * The first of Bubba’s Laws on Women. “If she ain’t g...
For most of us, erotic literature presents an avenue of escape from the mundane banality of the waking world. With but little more than the click of a mouse or typing a few keywords into a search engine, one can safely indulge in their most titillating, perhaps even taboo fantasies for a half an hour or so, finding a source of relief and enjoyment without an...
So, if you're reading this you're probably wondering why I look so familiar, or where it is you know me from. Here's a hint: "My Daddy works for your money." Yeah, I'm the girl from the Digital Aeon Investments commercials, Zophie Cummings. Once one of the largest money management groups and investment firms in America, now revealed as the third largest Ponz...
Part two For some strange reason, Sara’s mention of Jeff’s name, re-iterated the illicit nature of our sexual tryst. Her words aroused both her and I, confirming our sexual unfaithfulness toward her husband and my friend. Sara got up from the bar, her perfect naked body swaying as she walked upstairs to her bedroom to change in to her next outfit. As she w...