The woman lies naked on her bed, the cool air from the pedestal fan brushing over her body as she strokes her nipples langorously. The dream had been so vivid, so sensual, and she has woken up in the early hours with a heavy throbbing between her legs. The heat and humidity has made her … Continue reading Another Hot August Night
"Hmm, oh good bitch, good," he moaned as he placed a hand on either side of my head and pulled me in closer. I sucked his left ball deep into my mouth, while I gripped his prick and stroked him slowly up and down. I heard him swallow hard again. "You missed this, didn't you, … Continue reading Erotica: “Did You Miss Me?” (Part 5)
Looking back on that afternoon, there are a couple of things that I hold responsible for what happened. The crisp and salty sea air, for one. Ever since I was a little girl, I've loved the beach. The sound of the ocean waves breaking, crashing against the shore; the fine spray that permeates the air; … Continue reading I Spy….
"I want to watch you masturbate," he whispered into my ear, his warm lips glancing against the lobe before teasing it with his tongue and nipping sensuously with his teeth. My nipples hardened immediately, and I could feel the hot blush rise in my cheeks. He pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose, … Continue reading Monday Morning Delirium
(*NSFW) Thrumming and throbbing, the Wand vibrated against my mound as I used my free hand to grasp at my breast, kneading the flesh and pinching the nipple into a rosy, puckering peak. Goosebumps pimpled the circumference of the areola, the skin pulling taut and tense. Pinwheels of iridescent light dancing behind closed eyelids, I … Continue reading Ace of Wands
The launch party had wound down now. Thank God. He hated these damn things. Dull as fuck, full of preening sychophants and social climbers. Aside from the free booze, he could see very little point to these kinds of schmooze-fests, and frankly resented being forced to attend. But his publishers insisted on throwing the bloody … Continue reading Crimson Peek
Sweat beaded on her tender flesh, made raw and pink under his harsh ministrations. It dripped down her shoulders, snaking damp lines down her back, and pooled in the crevice between the flushed, stinging cheeks of her bottom, imprinted as they were with red welts from the hard black crop he'd wielded with such brutish … Continue reading Sweat (Erotica)