A version of this story appears in Discover Me. I’m terrible at self-promotion, but want to do what I’m able to advertise for myself. Enjoy! Oh, come visit me on Twitter (yes, I want you to visit). I was telling a story there earlier. Inclination She tilted her face up to the ceiling and let …
Where. Was. He?! Her face burned as she paced from the kitchen to the front door, her red soled stilettos clacking on the tiled floor as she moved. Bright spots of red dotted her cheeks and her full lips pressed in a thin line that gave her an intense look. Two hours of waiting had …
For those who don’t follow me on Twitter, I’ve outlined my goals for the month remaining til my birthday. Here’s an old, unedited story that represents a top fantasy of mine while I taught. Figured it warranted a repost on this lazy Sunday. Celeste scanned the lecture hall when she entered and found him in …
Andy’s prompt today. I swear I’m going to take a week and write only sweet stuff. My closet romantic is apparently deep in the closet lately, pushed there by my not-so-latent exhibitionist. She’s a cheeky, naked, brown-skinned girl with a nipple ring and tattoos if you walk by her open window. Topic for discussion: homophones taught/taunt/taut. …
I just finished writing a story that I’m debating about posting because of its content. It’s erotic, yes, but it also contains elements such as non-consent, hate, force, and racial slurs. As in much of my writing, I put things in that I need to sort out mentally. Sometimes those things slip in without me …
Note: this was originally in first person because I often fantasy about this. Me, naked over a desk with a nicely dressed man taking me from behind. I changed the pov for a host of reasons, but figured it would be better like this. This’ll be quick, you and her. A thirst you need to …
Previous Part Shit, shit, shit. David beat his fist against the wall, not caring about the damage he was doing as he vented his emotions. He wanted to punch until his hand broke, maybe then he’d feel some semblance of peace. Not fucking likely. The confusion was burning a hole in the pit of his …
The distinct smell of my arousal drifts up. My thighs spread wider as I read sending more of that musky, warm scent into the air. Feminine. That’s how I feel as a different kind of dew coats plump lips. I wonder if it’s a scent that would arouse the ardor of a man. A tantalizing …
I’m behind on this one. Next week I’m determined to bring it to a close. Check under A Taste at the top to catch you up. Here’s the last thing I posted “Have you… Have you seen him lately.” Meg fidgeted beside him as the credits rolled on the screen. “Yeah, I saw him last …
I’ve gotten a bit off track with the writing challenge. I’ve gotten a bit off track with my writing in general. This is week 8, I believe, in Panty Parade’s 12 Week challenge. I was to research 3 people who can help me reach my goals and ask them burning questions. That didn’t happen, but …