“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…)
I am bored and the journey home is tedious. In my bag is my latest purchase, a powerful wand massager which will be put to good use as soon as I get home. And no: not to massage my back.
‘Spread your legs.’ Tara’s voice is cold, dispassionate and I feel a shiver of fear run down my back. This is what I want, what I asked for and I know I can trust Tara completely, but I shiver with nerves. Nerves, and excitement. (more…)
Before I started reading and writing erotica, my own erotic language was quite subdued. I referred to my vulva and vagina as “kitten” and only in my hottest moments with hubby would I refer to his penis as “cock”. I had never really given much thought to the specific language I used in an erotic setting. (more…)