She entered the house and peeled off her gym shorts. I watched her from my spot on the couch, waiting just a moment. She was down to her panties, the fabric soaked with sweat and clinging to her cunt. I could make out each detail, plump and hairless vulva on display. Any other day I’d …
Something I wrote a long while ago. Something simple. – It was the width of him that attracted me. One of those beefy guys, bulky without an ounce of extra fat around his middle. He had shoulders that blocked out light when he stood up, and the prominent outline of his relaxed cock in his …
I’ve literally spent the last few hours trying to determine how to combine this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt and the Kink of the Week prompt on tails. So I’m going to do what I normally do when I’m debating a chatty post and a fiction post. Imma do both, ya feel me? I’ve noticed that …
A different type of hotel story – A hotel is the worst place to be when you’re like me. Well, stadiums, public transport, and hospitals are worse, but hotels are a special kind of hell. My conference ended earlier than I’d anticipated, but the five hour drive back wasn’t feasible even for my peace of …
She loved staying in hotels. Loved the fresh white sheets, the free breakfast, the maid service, and not having to clean up after herself. Being able to fuck her husband on that king size bed was always a highlight of any hotel stay. Five weeks of staying in a hotel with her three kids, two …
The water spray was cold. She tasted the salt on her tongue the moment they pulled out into the bay. There was a certain thrill to being there, standing on the boat and heading to a place she’d only seen on TV. She was strange at this distance. The color that made her so famous …
As most people know, I tend to write erotica. Steamy, steamy, sexy erotica. It’s not all that I wrote. Every once in a while a story will pop into my mind that isn’t sexy in the slightest. This storyline cropped up after a conversation at work and I sat and wrote it out. So as …
So this Kink of the Fortnight’s topic is feet. Admittedly, this is a topic I’m pretty ambivalent about. I don’t mind feet. They don’t gross me out in the way they do some people. They also don’t inspire any kind of sexual feelings. As for my own feet, I’m fairly ticklish/sensitive so I don’t much …
Sarai loved to fuck to the sounds of Enya. You’d think something soothing like Only Time would inspire sweet, beautiful love making, but Sarai was different. Twenty years later, any time I hear that zen-like music I think of fucking Sarai. The daughter of two bikers, she was convinced she was switched at birth. Her …
A knock sounded at the door, drawing him away from his work. He debated not answering, but the light tapping became a pounding that rattled the clock above the doorway. The cabin was small so it was a few quick steps to cross from his cluttered desk to the entrance. He threw it open hard …