She was the first person I noticed when they led us, the new English tutors into the Intensive English Classroom. She was beautiful and I noticed the frat boy next to me eyeing her too. Mohana, from Malaysia. I hoped that she would be assigned as one of my students and not handed off to the frat boy or the mousy girl on my left. I wanted her. Instantly. It...
This is my first ever attempt at erotic writing; indeed my first attempt at writing for publication. I hope you enjoy. I didn't use an editor this time, mistakes are all my own. Please be kind and constructive in the comments. ************ Charlie was in a playful mood. She'd just finished painting a mural of sunflowers on her bedroom wall. Not that she sh...
Let me introduce myself. My name is Samuel and at 23, I work for a funky new London company, within their marketing department. The aim of the new company is to take the website design and web hosting world by storm. We have only been going a year but already have a decent toehold in the market. The parent company though want more, much more. As we beavered...
The girl had gotten used to wearing just her old tie-dye hippy dress round the flat, no bra or knickers, just the thin loose cotton. Showing off the side of her boobs to anyone looking, and giving them a look straight down the front whenever she bent slightly. She noticed her flat mate looking at her body and secretly loved that she did, and as for the flat...
Tell people that you're from Kazakhstan and they stare at you blankly. Same country Borat claimed to be from in that awful movie, I usually say, groaning inwardly and idiotic smiles immediately follow. Now they get it. Cultural relativity isn't a concept most people in North America can grasp. My name is Rashida Jabayev and I was born in the City of Kentau,...
Apparently, all Arabs are Muslim, that's what some of my friends and classmates seem to believe. That's news to me, because the Coptic Christian community is very much alive in places like Syria, Egypt and Lebanon, even though we're constantly hounded by Islamists. My name is Marianne Shafik and I'm the daughter of Egyptian immigrants living in Ottawa, Ontar...
You’ve only asked me to your house to dance, only to instruct me in a few new flamenco steps. That’s all. But I put on my sheer black lace bra and garter set anyway, embroidered with tiny red roses. I feel my breasts cupped into the lace, nipples pink and almost peaking over the top, the raw silk of the thigh-high stockings like a cool silken tongue on my le...
Raw. That's what it feels like as you slam me up against the wall. No foreplay other than this dance, this game, this insanity that drives, feeds, punishes and leaves me gasping, breathless, continually on edge, frantic, frenzied. It works. It is what it is. Your hands tearing at my hair, wrapping your fingers once, twice, tangled in the tresses, securing yo...
Another night on the prowl, solitary as always. He shot a disgusted look at a young woman he saw stepping into a bus, a Twilight book tucked under her arm. If only the humans knew what the existence of Vampires was truly like, they'd stop fantasizing about it. He caught his reflection on the mirror of a nearby bus stop, and almost smiled. An almost seven-foo...
I shall never forget the moment Constantinople appeared before us. The sun was just rising as we drew near to the city, and even at a distance I could see the graceful spires and domes of palaces and minarets piercing the morning fog that lay on the Bosphorous like a blanket of down. The city seemed an ancient sage on the verge of awakening, mysterious and...