Samantha heard herself gasping out loud. If she read a good story on the erotic website she used, this was not unusual, but today, it was astonishment, rather than arousal, that had caused her to fill her bedroom with sound. Samantha's chosen story had been submitted by someone whose screen name was unfamiliar, but she had decided to see if they wrote in the style she enjoyed. Samantha liked erotic tales that set the scen...

The constant stream of people seeking information was something she had come to expect. Their questions had changed little over the years. While the number of customers remained fairly stable, their expectations and lack of manners had become increasingly challenging. The shifts and overtime were necessary to pay the bills, especially in the big city where rental prices were much higher compared to what she had paid when...

On either side of the ocean, both took some time to catch up on their messages. As usual, Shiba had many to read, while Justin had far fewer. Among the messages, one stood out to Justin. He smiled, confident that Shiba would feel the same once she saw it. 'Festival Of Erotica' was the title of the message that had captured Justin's attention, and beyond its headline, the details brought a smile to his face. A gathering wa...

The Meaning Of Trust ( Inspired by someone who knows who they are ) Matt looked at his phone, He had been waiting for what seemed like forever for Polly to return his message, but nothing. Polly realised it was already late, Where had the time gone? It was almost December. Where had the year gone? A new decade was around the corner. Madness. Living with his mother made Matt the butt of a few jokes, but it was only when re...

"I'd like to read a story like that," she said. I knew her secret longing for the touch, caress, kiss of a passionate woman. I showed her where to read a story like that, and many more. "Would you ever... really?" I asked. "I'm afraid I'd panic... run away," was her weak excuse. A message sent, an address given, a date set. Would her touch be as expressive as her words? I led her from the hot bath to the chair, naked, fas...

Her sweaty hand clasped a book taken from the shelf in her room. She owned all of his books. The line moved. She shuffled forward. Two left. Would he notice her dressed as a character from his book? She adjusted her red dress. One left. She hugged his book against her midriff. Her stomach fluttered regardless. Her turn. His hand touched hers, exchanging jolts. "What's your name?" "C- Cathy." He scribbled in her book. She...

Six months ago, my husband and I purchased and then moved into our dream home. Since then, I’ve been involved in a steamy, online affair with my neighbor, and we’ve gotten into swinging. It wasn’t planned; it just happened. The veil of my normal, mundane, happy life was ripped away, finally letting me see that while I was happy, I could not only be satisfied with life but also live out my sexual fantasies. Hello, my name...

God-like, she creates worlds. Characters are conceived and detailed down to their flaws. Meticulously, they're placed into scenarios where their emotional dynamics entertain the audience. Then, they fuck. Sometimes, that’s all they do is fuck. Sex in different ways, different times, different positions; dirty, sensual, loving. Just. Fucking. Carnal. Their performance is usually compelling, most times arousing. Oftentimes...

"Gonna shoot at the park today, Kis?" "Yep" "Meet me at that little creek you like." "Ah, okay. 8:30?" "Then." I was early, but she was earlier. I found her behind some tangled bushes, naked on a blanket, leaning against a big tree. She's humming, stirring a finger tip in the streak of dark red hair above her cunny. "Good. You found me," she says, all doe-eyed and smiling sweetly. "Damn! You look delicious, Mon, always do...

“So what brings you here?”“It’s been a while,” Jasmine Brooks said, looking very comfortable in the armchair I usually reserved for myself.“Fifteen years,” I said. “But you’re not here to catch up on old times, are you?”“Maybe I am, in a manner of speaking.” Jasmine glanced at the newspaper on the table with its lurid headline, “KINKIER THAN FICTION. Queen of raunch-lit nailed in sex club raid.”“I know you write for a riv...

Dirty, naughty thoughts occupy most of my brainThey drip out of me, like my cunt does most daysI question their arrival, from them, what do I gainMy nipples harden as they appear. I let them have their way.I take a break from work and get into my car. My need is so great Thoughts growing as is the damp spot on my cotton covered slitSlipping fingers inside the lace waist now. I'll just have to be lateSighing, a moan escape...

“Zoey! I said no gifts. Why do you never listen to me?” I try not to raise my voice too loudly, since we're in a restaurant. I don't need anyone seeing it's my birthday. I don't like to celebrate it as it is, let alone have all the wait staff come and sing me happy birthday, as everyone gawks at me. No thank you! That is not my idea of fun, not even a little bit. Who even celebrates their twenty seventh birthday anyway? I...