When people ask me where I get the ideas for my erotic stories, I give them a simple answer: writing erotica is a little like making Kool Aid. The gem of the idea --- the Kool Aid packet --- is the starting point. Imagination --- the addition of water and sugar --- provides the rest of the final product. Yes, I would love it if each and every word I've wri...
We sat in a cafe at Kings Cross, facing each other across a small plain table. The bustle of the station hummed its soundtrack while the casual business of the day went on all around us. Frequent announcements, a commentary on the comings and goings of train after train, spilled out across the station. We were anonymous here and the noise and bustle of suc...
I sat there on the bed, next to my brother, Ted, watching him in fascination as his body finished convulsing through the end of his involuntary induced orgasm. His climax had filled the palm of my hand, and I felt the hot, sticky cum splattered almost up to my wrist. "Oh, Gawd," I said to myself, "I want to taste his cum so bad." I struggled with the though...
"Fuck the haters," Mistress Nyx Flames wrote on her website, and the six-foot-tall, curvaceous, scantily clad Black woman allowed herself a contented smile. It wasn't easy being an African dominatrix in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, land of uptight, close-minded and annoying bozos, but somehow, she made it work. Word was starting to get out about her elite se...
As you grow and develop you constantly find out new things about yourself. Some of these things may be small, like the realisation that coffee actually tastes pretty good. Others may have a bigger impact, such as discovering that you really like classical music and going to orchestral concerts. And some things may surprise you. In my eighteenth year I found...
With much trepidation, I am standing at my neighbor's front door trying to work up the nerve to ring the doorbell. I'm scared as hell, but my incredibly stiff penis is urging me to ring the bell. I've lived in this condo complex for a little more than seven years, and Molly welcomed me as I was moving in with a big smile on her face. She's single, about my...
This is the fourth part of my journey. You should read the first three parts to understand the people and how we got to this part of my journey. ***** I kept thinking about again being with Karen's Mom. I yearned to once again feel her power and strength. I yearned to take the pain for her. I needed to please her and then be allowed to pleasure her. Every...
Right now, I'm positively glowing, ladies and gentlemen. Why is that, you may ask? Simply because I just got the spanking of a lifetime. My name is Khadija Mahdi, and I'm a young woman of African and Persian descent living in the City of Ottawa, at the heart of provincial Ontario. I attend Carleton University, the setting of so many of my adventures. When mo...
It was a cold rainy November day. A touch of sleet was falling. It was a good day to stay home by the fireplace, nice and warm and comfy with a glass of wine, a trashy novel loaded with sex and the vibrator. The kids were going away for the whole day, having gone with the neighbors going upstate to ski. They wouldn't be back until late tonight. The whole day...
For Kathy -- Still new to the cane but not discipline 1 Yvonne was desperately happy now that she had married Dennis. True, Dennis was somewhat older, in his 50s, but he was really a man who did not let age dim his wonderful sense of humor and all-around desirability. He was so much fun to be with everywhere and that included the bedroom where Yvonne was m...