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Tag: Erotica
What’s next?
He'd been driving at least an hour to get to my house. He'd told me before he left that he'd want a shower upon arrival, so I responded that I'd wait to take mine with him. He also usually wanted a drink, and sometimes a smoke. And at some point, we were going to have… Continue reading What’s next?
Smut, Interrupted
Let me tell you about the story I'm not telling you. The one that you'd think would be so appropriate for me to tell on this site. This past weekend, some seriously HOT stuff happened. It was depraved and there was sweat and bondage and so. much. penetration. If I could have stepped outside my… Continue reading Smut, Interrupted
What smut looks like when I’m feeling grumpy
I knew what she wanted. I could tell, from the way she looked at me that she wanted me to take her and make her mine. She was dressed to impress, I'll give her that. That pencil skirt showed off her curves. And when she leaned over to pick up her purse from the floor,… Continue reading What smut looks like when I’m feeling grumpy
The Surrogate
Her actions were methodical - almost robotic in nature. Closing the door behind her, she slid her arms from her raincoat, pulled the sweater over her head and unbuttoned her pants. Within minutes she was stripped down to her socks, panties, and a thin black tank top. It's too bright. She drew closed the heavy… Continue reading The Surrogate
And *scene*.
She wasn't prone to blushing; hardly anything really embarrassed her. But this. "So, is that a yes?" he asked without a trace of bias one way or another. It was all up to her. "I think so,..." she said. "Think so? I think it's better if you know so." She looked over at the other… Continue reading And *scene*.
Priorities
I'm falling. I was laying on my back on some sort of exercise bench that was rickety and only long enough to support me from ass to shoulders. My head was hanging backward off one end, and I was struggling to find a position or some leverage that would stabilize my legs without aggravating the… Continue reading Priorities
Zombie Porn
I wanted to fuck him, but I swear it was like his skull kept calling out to me. "Smash me! Smash me!"
Bring it On
She lingered her fingers over his nipples, down his side, over his hips, and and around his ass as she came back to the front and, with a light touch, ran them down his torso until they were encircling his cock, which was already showing signs of intrigue.
The Photograph
It had arrived gift wrapped on her 29th birthday. A tarnished silver 5x7 frame holding the only remaining copy of a photograph taken years earlier. Enclosed was a simple, unsigned note: Remember that once upon a time, you were cherished. She’d thrown the framed photo back into the padded envelope it had arrived in… Continue reading The Photograph
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