Erotica: The Switch, Part One

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Episode One “Finish your champagne,” he said, motioning at her glass with his hand. She laughed and dutifully downed the last inch of the bubbly golden nectar. “Your wish is my command,” she chuckled, holding up the empty flute. “Now what?” He leaned toward her, taking the glass with one hand and extending the other to help her rise from the couch. When she was … [Read more...]

Erotica: Tight

hemp rope

She told him to lay down, face up on the table. He was nude and the room was a normal temperature yet he was shaking...she liked it. He stared at her intently and she told him to close his eyes and lay his head back. She rubbed and scratched and stroked her way down his entire body and then back up again. Rubbing and caressing his smooth skin. Running her hands through the … [Read more...]

Erotica: Fits Like a Glove

Sepia picture of a clock and beautiful young girl (focus on cloc

She rolled the stocking up and over her knee, fastening it expertly to her pale pink garter. She grinned inwardly, knowing that she wouldn't be wearing the thigh high for too long anyhow, but presentation counts! She stepped back, admiring herself in the mirror. The pale pink set was exquisite on herself, even she could admit that. The shiny white patten leather heels … [Read more...]

Erotica: Intuition

Legs of a couple sitting at the restaurant

She cast a final glance at the full-length mirror. The black leather skirt hugged all the right places; the sheer black top with the lace bra peeking through added a bit of enticement. Her stylish heels showed off her legs to their best advantage, and her hair and makeup were perfect. Thirty minutes later, she was handing her keys to the valet with a smile and following … [Read more...]

Erotica: A Seduction Story

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I stirred as light shifted and the shadows danced on the ceiling. Thoughts incoherent. Cold. Foreign. Conversations with invisible friends, flashes of flesh on flesh, a woman's cry, a man's grunt. My cry. His voice. Stirring again. Fingers touching me - slowly, up my thigh, lightly across my labia. Warmth on a nipple. I hear a gasp. It sounds familiar. It's mine. My nipple cold … [Read more...]