Tag Archives: erotic

Gypsy Traveler

This is my second story for the photo challenge with Wesley. You can find my first (suspense) story here as well as the photo inspiration. This is also my post for Wicked Wednesday. – “Pardon, Miss.” Marie jumped as a janitor came up behind her. He brushed by, pushing a bucket and wielding a squeegee. …

Rough

My blog has gone through many iterations in the 14 years I’ve been blogging. This post is an old one from a long dead site that I just rediscovered. It’s from when I was first discovering what I wanted and when erotic writing was a new endeavor for me. Enjoy it, warts and all. – …

Hell’s Kitchen

“No.” The wooden spoon rapped against my knuckles. I ground my teeth and attempted the step again. “Wrong.” He brought the spoon down hard and I yelped that time. My knuckles throbbed from the repeated smacks and I’m on the verge of launching myself at him. “Your glare accomplishes nothing. It certainly will not caramelize …

Eyes

Cane in action

Unedited, shortie. To help with the block. – He kissed her hard, biting her bottom lip before grasping her hair to yank her head back. The way her eyes widened behind her glasses made him hard. He rubbed the growing bulge as he urged her to her knees. She locked on to his hand as …

Good Old Steve

Got a couple prompts.this is a sketch. – “So there I am, standing on the J train when a smoking hot girl brushes against me. There’s no other places to stand so she cozies up to me. She’s got this sexy secretary vibe going on. I’m talking pencil skirt and tight white blouse that I …

EM KCUF

Does she know you’re here with me? As I arch and scream, your hand covering my mouth and then tightening around my throat, I wonder. As your other hand grips my hip so hard I know I’ll have a bruise, I wonder. Does she know how you fuck me? You can’t pull her perfect hair, …

Surrender

A photo of Cara naked on a couch, hogtied with arms and legs bound back, with green rooe

Tears streak down my face, wetting the sheets my cheek is pressed into. I’m bound, bound because I begged to be. Hands under my thighs, palms pressed against my quads, rope looping tight around and around my wrist and digging into my hamstrings. My legs spread wide, ankles tied to the bed frame. The gag …