Tag Archives: erotic

Entwined

This went long… one and two. Spitballing this story Pierre stopped her before she could voice a complaint. His hand slid over her mouth as he hiked up her skirt. “Be quiet, Cattleya.” She bite back her gasp as his fingers spread her labia. “Very quiet.” She pressed her palms to the closed door, her …

A Mouthful

A photo of Cara's naked puss

Needed to write. This was much filthier in my mind, but this is what came out He relieves her of her jeans and underwear the moment she crosses the threshold. “Let me shower first. I’m sweaty and gross.” Pressing her back into the door, he brushes her hands away, blocking her attempts to hid the …

Denial

She watched as he unbuckled his slacks, pushing them to the ground. The moment his cock popped free, curving up toward his stomach, she moaned. He didn’t even look at her, turning away to retrieve lube from the nightstand. The dribble of the liquid over the head of his cock had her reaching between her …

To Give In

A half picture of Cara naked on a bed

Just something in my brain because I haven’t written in forever. Elements of non consent “It is inevitable.” His smile was bland at first, but as I struggled in my bounds it grew more salacious. I stopped my struggling, sweat stinging my eyes. They blurred for moment before I focused in on him again. His …

On Top

I hate being on top, but he loves to watch me struggle. His hands rest on my hips as I attempt to find a rhythm, reaching up to tweak my nipple as I growl in frustration. He loves my embarrassment, my lack of coordination. He savors my sweaty face as I try, hands on his …

Nocturnals

“They say there are monsters out here.” He pushed a branch out of the way, barely holding it for her before continuing on. “Some big, hideous creatures. Trolls or ogres or something that liked to kidnap and eat people.” Samantha rolled her eyes at Matt. If he was trying to scare her, he was doing …

Misbehaving

I wanted to call this misbehaving masturbator. – Home in five. She didn’t think she could wait that long. Her cunt ached. Rolling to her belly, she squeezed her breast before jamming her hand between her thighs. The tease of a long day could be felt in the heat and wetness that met her fingers. …

Regret

She wore the dress he liked, low in the front and the back. Her thigh peeked out of the long slit when she took a step. He couldn’t help the way his eyes slid down the line of her body. He never could help himself and time hadn’t changed that at all. He stood to …

Lunchtime

Quickie. She hopped up on his desk, sitting on his documents as she made herself comfortable. He’d just make her to move his computer before she’d sat. “Mr. K. It’s lunchtime, innit?” Pinching the bridge of his nose, he drew in a breath. “Sarah, what did I tell you about coming in to the office …