This story was written for the Wicked Wednesday meme. The prompt was Fantasy. I have written about sexual fantasies before and how sometimes your fantasies are not at all what you’d like in reality, but this particular fantasy is something I’d love in reality. It would be so amazing to be able to relax like this. Not that this particular fantasy would ever happen, but that’s why it’s a fantasy, right? (more…)
I never thought I would be dominant. In all my previous sexual encounters I had been the submissive one. Mind you, all my previous sexual encounters had been with women, and Isaac was a man. A very manly man. Which makes it even more surprising that I had an irresistible urge to dominate him. Nothing hardcore, or sadistic, mind you. I just wanted to tie him up and order him around. (more…)
I have neglected my blog a bit this last month. Well, I say “a bit”, but considering I haven’t blogged in a month, it’s a little more than just a bit. But I have good reason! I have been working really hard on two full length erotic romance novels. One of which I am hoping to self-publish soon and one I am going to try publishing traditionally. (more…)
This is an entry for the EuphOff competition hosted by The Other Livvy. Click on the image below this post to read more about this fun challenge, and to read other entries. (more…)
“This isn’t going to hurt a bit,” she whispers in my ear.
I know she is lying, but I don’t care. The thought of being hurt sends shivers down my spine. Shivers of excitement. (more…)
“Don’t touch yourself,” Gary said before he left. “Don’t masturbate when I’m away, no matter how horny you get. I will reward you for it when I get home. It will be worth it, I promise.”
Fool that I am, I agreed to it. I didn’t think it would be hard; after all, I don’t masturbate that much and he was only going to be away for a week. How hard could it be? (more…)
This is a continuation of last week’s sexy Masturbation Monday story. You can read this as a stand-alone story, but why not treat yourself to both hot tales?
I had had a hard time concentrating on my work the next day. The librarian looked up when I came in, a smile on her lips. She was wearing a name tag today – Katy. Her name wouldn’t leave my mind all morning and my cunt flooded with anticipation. (more…)
Blogging is going slowly these days, I have a lot of personal stuff going on. As it has been a while since I posted some fiction, here’s a little story from me, which taps into my interest in voyeurism. If you enjoy erotic fiction, check out my fellow Summer 100 bloggers E.T. Costello and May Moore. (more…)
I am my own worst critic. Whenever I write a story, or work on my novel, I cannot shut up that voice inside that tells me that I suck. That I have no business writing ficiton at all and that I should just quit. Which is one of the reasons why writing my novel is going SO slowly. I should just sit down and get it done, but my brain won’t stop telling me I am rubbish and might as well give up erotica. (more…)
I stood in front of the mirror and surveyed myself. The new set was gorgeous: deep red sheer flowing top with slits for my breasts to peek out and a matching thong which was more string than cloth. It was silly, really, to dress up like this when the clothes never stayed on my body long, but I loved to parade around the room in them. And this latest set was the best I had ever looked. (more…)