Don't speak to me about desire. I know more of that word than most know about their own heartbeats. I have desired many things, some of which I have actually managed to grasp. I know desire. I know it well. I desire her with a part of me so ancient that it is nothing more than the spawn of patience. I look at her and wonder what it would be like to know her...
You are kneeling blindfolded in a room, waiting for me to return, it's not cold but you shiver, your skin is pricked, you can feel goose bumps, particularly in your inner thigh, your sides and around your nipples. You keep your hands clenched together behind your back, trying to maintain the perfect posture, because you know today is special, and you don't w...
I'm tired! I hate mornings, for that matter I hate evenings to. I hate him! Who? My husband of course….HATE!! HATE!! Why? Because, I'm an irrational, spiteful bitch. BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! If I'm the bitch, why do I hate my husband, it can't be his fault can it? Why can't it be his fault he's alive isn't he. Not that I want him dead, god forbid that, but...
"Breaking news. Chaos in Ebony City. After the release of the number one criminal in the history of the city, riots and crime waves have spread across the peaceful city. Breeding gangs are running amok and the police are doing nothing about it," the beautiful TV anchor reports. "Police are impotent to respond to the increased crime wave from migrant whites...
It was about one week later, when Susan visited Mike in his house. Steve was away for the whole day, so Susan could spend the day with Mike. When Susan turned up at Mike's place, Mike embraced her and kissed her deeply. They were happy to have a day on their own. Both knew that it was not yet time for more than kissing. In fact, both wanted to postpone that...
Because of the insomnia and all the thoughts running through my mind I decide to go to an all-night supermarket and that's when I see the tall naked woman. I cannot see her naked body. She is wearing a long coat buttoned up to the neck. All I can see is her face. It is very pale. Her hands are pale too. And her feet. Her feet are bare and look as if she has...
Chapter 3: Second Appointment Note the following is a work of fiction and has no basis in actual medical fact. The same handsome hunk sits behind the counter. A sliding glass window separates him from the rest of us in the waiting room. The window stands open at the moment, or at least half of it does, but could easily be slid closed at the slightest dis...
You've come to my apartment, even though I'm not expecting you. You know that I went out with my girlfriend to go dancing. Also, you know how horny grinding on the dance floor makes me, so you want to see if you can reap the benefits of that horniness. You get up to my stoop and notice that the window is dark and you fear that I wore myself out dancing all...
Author's Note: Depending on how well this is received, I might do more. ***** Kiyo woke up to a blinding light shining in his eyes. He tried moving his hand over his face, but found that his arms were restrained. His whole was spread out on a smooth surface. He soon realized that he was also completely naked as his bare skin made contact with the cold met...
Just because I write erotic stories, and some may say not very good erotic stories, I have a stalker. Yeah, I know it is hard to believe but it is true. Now, alas, (I always wanted to use that word) my real life is an erotic horror story. Now, I must live my life in erotic horror and constant fear always looking over my shoulder. "What was that? Did you he...