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
Hiya, ladies and gentlemen! Are your bits tingling? This is your periodic, friendly recap of my recent posts. WordPress is wonderful, but if you're like me, it's easy to miss new posts in the Reader. Who knows? Maybe some of the stuff below will entertain or excite you? I write erotica for selfish reasons. I … Continue reading Erotica Post Roundup Feb. 4, 2018
Author's Note: This story continues from Part 13. Most men would have been happy to fuck me for a few nights and then send me back to my studies and out of their lives. Elie was not most men. He also didn't seem to be in any hurry to fuck me at all, even though … Continue reading On the Beach, Part 14
“I want to suck you,” I say, pulling at the zipper to his jeans. My husband doesn’t argue, helping me tug his pants down. I push him back on the couch. Pale wintry sunlight streams through the window. I slip his underwear off his hips and his cock emerges from hiding, chubby but not yet … Continue reading For Dinner