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Category Archives: erotic fiction
I was watching the news in the hospital room I was trapped in for 12 hrs while recovering a heart, when a story came on about the new book craze sweeping the middle-aged, married, female demographic. After listening to the … Continue reading
As my aching body recouped from the day of saving lives and arguing with doctors, I lounged on the bed, in an uneasy repose. Mindlessly zoned out on the inane rerun on the tv, I hardly noticed Jay idly playing … Continue reading
The music plays, a bass-line pounds deep. Lights flicker, our guiding glow. Warm, soft, skin, skimming touch, with heavy rope, to bind and unwind you. Musceles tighten, stress and release, balance, rising to the ring above. I’m floating, falling, hovering, … Continue reading
To stroke… To suck… To lick… To nibble… Long, deep throat strokes that almost gag, but taste so good Short, shallow, teasing of better things to come Light, teasing, tongue-flicking, Wet, shiny, glistening pre-cum on the tip of my tongue … Continue reading
“Spread your legs for me” he told her. She did as he asked. She spread herself, draping a leg languidly over the arm of the black Verksam desk chair. He could see the bright red of her panties, the slight … Continue reading
Mia was naked, bent onto the table her round ass displayed seductively. She was blindfolded, her hands were bound in leather cuffs behind her back, her face laying on a pillow facing her left side. Her legs were spread exposing … Continue reading
The drivers whip cracked at the heads of the large oxen beasts laden with a wooden yoke over their shoulders, the beasts kept their pace solemnly. The Trantali driver was shouting “on mokes on mokes”. They were pulling a long … Continue reading
Her name was Andrealius, a daughter of the royal house of Harrsalin. She had the misfortune to be traveling in lands roamed by the rival Trantalia clan. The Trantali were a tribe of marauding, half civilized barbarians known for the … Continue reading
Her lips felt soft against the sagging weight of his testicles. Her lips sucked them as they were grapes dangling in front of her. Her pink tongue slathered the cleft of his inner thigh. Reaching with her right hand she … Continue reading