A response to My loins burn for you by askmefast19. You rise in my mind as shadow and pulse, palpable and tingling, though your heat is absent from my hallowed darkness. I yearn to yield to your press, my wet ache fascinated by the fullness of your trenchant desire, hips cradling imagined eager thrusts. My … Continue reading I await the ravenous flames
Pixabay The truth is I'm not really inspired to write these days. My mind feels flaccid after my workdays – long, arduous, and peopled – are finished. Fiction takes space and breath to create. Maybe I'm overthinking it. I don't pretend to do art, but whatever this not-art is that I do takes energy. It … Continue reading Friction and Fiction
She was fascinated to capture him in this moment of private lust. Clearly he hadn't considered that he could be seen.
Image by Anrita1705 from Pixabay I get wet when I write. Hours pass like minutes as I imagine my characters knowing one another. She sucks him, he fucks her. The details are all-important, like heady brain-perfume, and the seduction is never complete. For hours, days, weeks maybe, I get wet. Embarrassingly wet, ready-to-be-plumbed wet, so … Continue reading I Get Wet
I could sit watching him wank forever – as he lies on one sofa, injured hand trying to wring an impossible orgasm out of his twitching, eager cock. A brief recap of where we left off on Wednesday: I’m sitting wanking on one sofa in the living room, my partner is wanking on the other, but his hand is injured so he can’t get the grip required to come. The sight of him frustratedly rubbing at his cock is so hot I came too quickly, but I’m stroking my clit and hoping for more because I just love watching him like this…
Emily and Hannah were roommates. Almost strangers. They shared little in common, and Hannah came and went as she pleased. Emily stuck to herself, reading curled on the couch in the living room. Every day Hannah timed her showers for when Emily was reading in the living room, which would have been unremarkable under normal … Continue reading Missing the Point
This is a fun erotic story about being naked. Molly finds excuses to take off her clothes, enjoying the thrill of baring herself in unexpected places. She makes a game of it, risking being seen while punishing herself sexually if she chickens out. She undertakes her most daring challenge on a forest path, where she undresses gradually and dares herself to keep going further. Will she make it to the end of the trail and back again without getting caught, or will her walk in the woods have unexpected and erotic consequences?
It literally has taken me two three years to publish this post. Every few months I review it, consider publishing, and then shelve it again. I ask myself why? I write about all kinds of really personal things without any compunction, but this post is somehow different. I'm so nervous about it, please be gentle. I … Continue reading D is for Dubcon, R is for…
This is the second version of my California fantasy. I'm visiting friends in California. Kristina has been a good friend of mine since high school. Brian is her husband, and I'm very attracted to him. She's sharp and bold and a bit brazen. The two of us have always been really open about sex. After … Continue reading California Fantasy #2
This is one version of a fantasy I've been entertaining since I visited some friends in California last summer. I am visiting married friends in California. Let’s just call them Brian and Kristina, for this little fantasy. He’s good-looking in an ordinary-guy kind of way, and she’s voluptuous Italiana. Curvy. He reminds me of windswept … Continue reading California Fantasy #1