His alarm goes off at 6 AM that Saturday. On any other Saturday he would ignore the alarm and sleep in until 10 or 11, but not today. Today is Service Day, and he couldn't be happier about it. He gets out of bed quietly, careful not to wake his wife as he does so, and tiptoes out of the room and down the hall to the empty guest room. His outfit for the day...
Early on one weekday morning, we were up and busy getting ready for work. Susan was in the bedroom, sorting her clothes when the doorbell rang, I picked up my keys and went to answer it. The postman had a package that needed to be signed for. I returned his pen and closed the front door as Susan came out into the hall. 'Oh! A parcel! Who's it for?' She aske...
She went to the airport to surprise him, and share his ride home. He had been gone for a week on business, their longest separation. It was plenty of time for her fertile, sexual imagination to work on her. During the nights she'd become reacquainted with all her toys, the ones she used a lot, and the ones she'd forgotten. He had taken a cab to the airport...
It was a blazing hot summer day. Not humid though, just one of those really dry heats. Despite the heat, I had to mow the lawn, since it was the only day I was gonna be able to get it done for a while and it was starting to look pretty out of control. I did the whole damn garden, sweating my ring off while I did it, feeling the sun blaze down on me. My rugby...
You awake in the morning but it’s still dark. What’s going on you think as you feel the blindfold across your eyes. You reach for the blindfold but realize that your hands are tied above your head. You know you are naked and exposed as you feel a cool breeze from the ceiling fan, your nipples hardening from the chill. You struggle to get loose when you feel...
The door opened, slowly, stopping about half way. Jenn cautiously stepped inside. The room was lit by several candles, two in holders on the wall, others scattered around the room. U2's "With or without you" filled the air. It was a modest apartment. The couch and T.V. were the obvious main features of the room, typical bachelor pad. The "L" shaped room open...
Writers of erotica are very much readers of erotica. When you first put pen to paper and write a sex scene, you probably do not consider yourself a writer of erotica. Time and many stories later, you begin to see the truth of your vocation. * I became enamored of erotica at an early age. Back then, I did not call it erotica. Oh no, it was what was sold as...
We are at a formal event, that takes place in a hotel banquet room. We are seated next to each other, I am wearing a black dress and heels, and your in a black suit. I'm horny and freshly shaven, as always when I know ill be seeing you. At dinner you keep rubbing your hand up my inner thigh, each time getting dangerously close to my pussy. We've been playin...
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Heather was yelling at the top of her lungs as the people at the meeting stared at her. "I'm being evicted? I own the house." Heather was pacing the room as the members of the board of directors of her gated community informed her of their decision. "Mrs. Regan. It is evident that you have been having, shall we say, u...
I plopped back onto the bed in a post orgasmic heap. My head was still spinning in part from the first round. The other half was a nervous anticipation for the goddess I just fucked to emerge from the shower so I could show her, what I like to think, is my real specialty: licking pussy. She emerged from the bathroom, her body slightly glistening from her sho...