The touch often begins in the early morning as my legs are entangled in sheets. Sometimes, my wife has her back arched, pressing against my cock and we silently change positions.
Lazily, my hand slips between my legs and I touch myself in an area that’s almost like a danger zone to my thoughts — just below the base of my cock and along my balls.
The area is specific and the touch is often accidental, but the physical touch ignites my imagination. …
Sports is a grind and for true competitors, the activity brings out fire from deep within. Years of training and focus blend into bursts of activity when bodies are writhing and sweating and pulses are beating furiously.
I wanted to capture the fire present in women athletes and I’ll likely write a few stories on men as well.
I find an inherent eroticism in the way athletes dress, move and compete. The same internal drive present in competition can be present in their sexual drive and nature.
During the past several months, I’ve enjoyed writing three sexy sports stories that…
Savannah gets alerted to Kiki’s plight in Part 1 of Savannah Seduces the Mob.
Now, she and her sexy friends spring into action.
Hitchmann was waiting when Savannah stepped out of the changing room in a lacy teddy, barely covering her breasts. Guests were swimming nude in the pool and making out in the hot tubs.
“This is delicious.” Savannah leaned against Hitchmann and wrapped her leg around his.
“Yes, it is.” He felt her breasts.
Savannah made herself feel his erection. “I want you so badly.” She whispered in his ear and could tell his defenses were eroding.
Savannah wore a thong that enhanced the shape of her ass as she gripped the stripper pole, lifted herself high, and wrapped a leg around the metal.
During the live performance, with music pulsating under soft light, she thought about a text message from her friend, Kiki: Savannah, I’m worried that —
The message was incomplete. Kiki missed her shift at the club and that wasn’t like her.
Savannah battled concerns and descended gracefully down the pole with her legs spread, head dipped back, and hair flowing freely.
The acrobatic feat was a reason she enjoyed dancing while men watched…
The kids were off to their different camps and Becky sighed relief as she opened the front door and fell onto the sofa. Days of preparation that included battling traffic while hopping from one store to another were finally over.
The house was quiet. She lay still, soaking in the silence, and closing her eyes. It was just before noon, but she felt like napping now that the pressure was lifted off her shoulders.
A voice came from the back porch. “That you, hon?”
Darren was clinking and clanking with his tools.
Becky wanted silence. “What’re you doing?”
Giselle knew the risk she was taking when Robert reached across the cafe table and held her hand. They were both settled in their careers, had been dating for months, and dropped hints about living a life together and forever.
But she had to speak the truth in her heart.
“I love it when you don’t fuck me.”
Robert smirked at first, but Giselle remained steady and looked him in the eye.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“When you’re gone on business, you write me so many amazing messages and take the time to actually mail a letter or…
I don’t know how I was blessed to always see the kinky side of sex, but that’s often what turned me on.
My first venture into the world of BDSM came through porn in the old days when you had to step foot in an adult toy store with floors that always smelled like they had been soaked in disinfectant.
Shut the door, plop a few quarters in the slot and a world of sexual experimentation would magically appear. Straight fucking didn’t catch my eye the way that male and female dominants did as they tied and whipped their submissives.
Mindy watched from the bleachers, sitting high above the volleyball court as the ball flew from the opponents’ side to Central’s. It was speeding toward the floor when Simone dove, and with one outstretched arm, tipped it into the air for a teammate, Cheryl, who skillfully hit it back over the net where the opponents couldn’t reach.
Point for Central University.
The crowd cheered, but Mindy stayed quiet.
She loved watching Simone’s heroics, but felt a jealous sting as the volleyball star gave Cheryl a quick hug and lingering pat on the butt.
She longed to be on the court…
The more we write, the more that ideas for stories, including personal essays and articles, will flow into our minds. But there comes a time when we can’t quite grasp a good story or wrap our thoughts around an idea.
You can review personal experiences and for erotica writers let the naughty thoughts stream forth. Then we log onto sites like Unsplash, Pexels or Deposit Photos to quickly choose photos that will catch a reader’s attention and draw them into the story.
If you’re needing inspiration, do you ever log on to the sites and browse the images?
Your images are like finely crafted ropes that wrap around me and restrict my movements. Each one I gaze on is another binding tie and they grow more tightly and uncomfortable with the seconds that I look. Soon, I’m unable to escape until I am completely bound.
The messages you type act like cuffs on my wrists and ankles, exposing me and leaving me vulnerable and helpless beneath you. Your words evoke deep and swirling emotions making me doubt the reality of my present world and open my mind to a world with you.
Your voice clips can pinch like…