Erotic Fiction
September 18th
I saw things going very differently on September 18th. It’s not helpful, I know, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all the things we’d planned and talked about. You were going to turn up at the door in the middle of the night, fuelled with caffeine and armed with the cheekiest of smiles. I was going to answer it wearing a flirty…
Valentine’s Day Erotica: I Should’ve Said Hello
I got on the train and looked around for a seat, not knowing what would happen. How could I know? How could I have possibly predicted that the train carriage would be the inspiration between this Valentine’s Day erotica story? I couldn’t have known. I could never have predicted him.
You’ve Missed Her
You kiss her like you mean it; like you’re hungry for her lips to press and caress and move against yours. Your hands can’t help but roam as you do, stroking up and down her arms at first, but they soon move - as though they have a life of their own - to trail a finger against her cheek, to grapple and grab and…
Under the Lights
“I love to watch you dance under the lights,” he said to me, right before he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I wanted more than anything for his lips to make contact with mine. I almost puckered mine together in hopeful expectancy, but I knew he wouldn’t kiss me the way I really wanted him to. “Dance under the lights for me…
Nudge Nudge
Spoon me, please. Throw your arms around me, draw me in close, and let my ass nestle into that space beneath your stomach where it fits so perfectly and snugly. I’ll do that little butt nudge you like. You know the one: a tiny little sign that’s barely a sign at all, subtle enough to almost miss but obvious enough to let you know exactly…
You Couldn’t Wait
“I got a bad idea, how about we take a little bit of time away?” The song playing in the background was pretty ironic considering the situation she’d found herself in. You’d just told her those words that make her weak at the knees and damp between the thighs: “I need you”, and she knew the feeling; she needed you too. That’s why she smiled…
I Need …
I’m going to need you to be rough with me today. I need to be beaten. Beaten in a way that involves my ass and your hand, or a paddle, or one of your hard-backed books, or your belt, or anything else that you can think of that’ll have the same effect. Why? Because it’s been a crappy day. The type of day that can…
Picnicking
“We’re quite far away from the footpath here, shall we sit?” “Sounds good, I’m hungry!” And with that, he laid back flat against the soft, green grass. It had been a wonderful lunchtime, just the two of us strolling around town and enjoying the delights that the historic area had to offer. It was his idea to grab bits and pieces for a quick picnic,…
When He Holds My Hair …
I love it when he holds my hair. Well, when he touches it really. It can be a heavy-handed action, fistfuls of it grabbed during a heated moment of action. It can be a light-handed motion too, like when he lightly glides his fingers down the length of it when it’s freshly washed and super-soft. Perhaps it’s the fact that it can be both hot…
Break Up With Your Girlfriend, I’m Bored
You got me some type o’ way. Yes, you. You don’t know who you are, but I do. Not that I really know you, but I know some of what you’re about - and what I know, I like. I shouldn’t, but I do. I know exactly what’s going on here, don’t worry. I’m bored. Affection-starved. In need of passion and excitement. I’m not going…