She's read the leaves, consulted the oracles. All showed their smiling favor.Body carefully cleansed, dressed in yellow silks, she begins her rite.She kneels before their images, gown and legs spread wide, body intently awakened. With whispered pleas, she lifts the...
Microfiction
Unerotica – Tin foil
"Who gets to decide what's erotic or not?"
It was a last-minute invite to an Abba themed party, and she searched the internet for inspiration. Then she searched through her kitchen cupboards.She stroked the foil and licked her lips as the surface crinkled beneath her fingers.She walked into...
The Prayer Group
"Why I’m not going to heaven."
They’re playing that song on the radio again. The one I heard the first time I had sex. Strange how a simple tune can have so much meaning. They do say, you can always remember the first time and the...
Sister Kimmi's habit secreted her drips as she watched through the glass.His girth unsettled the nuns. But, when it lengthened towards them, a sea of black and white pounced.Desperate, each fought to impale themselves on his silky, pulsating monster. Hymens...
I am so freaking embarrassed! Everytime I think about it, I get all red in the face. It might not be a big deal to you, but I am freaking fifty and my mother just casually mentioned how, when I was...
It was riding fence Tuesday, scouting gaps. The day broke hot. By lunch we were begging shade. Tied up in the willows by Clear Creek, we ate our tin-box feast on its sweet grass bank.It was the tease about her...
And they’re at it again. Every fucking Tuesday it’s the same. Once his wife leaves, he scurries to set up the kitchen.Then the mistress arrives; passion burning in her eyes. Something about using her hands in mechanical ways lights her...
As Mr. Connor stands in the closed stall, Jimmy Baker bounds into the bathroom, making his way to a urinal, unzipping on the fly."Why you always pee in there, Mr. C? 'Fraid someone might laugh?""I prefer my quiet privacy, if...
"Who is she?" he asked, admiring the gunslinger's iron.The carving took him months. Its ivory grip was adorned with a woman's likeness engraved on both sides. Careful etchings captured her dark hair and eyes, beautiful face almost smiling, forever frozen...
100 Wet and Messy Words: Natto
"Some things aren't supposed to turn you on, but when they do, there's no stopping it."
Captured in your lens, you watch. I squirm.The raw first impact shot my synapses. My eyes blanked. I hate how disgusting I am, how I lose control. There's nothing pretty about sticky, smelly natto.Humiliated, the shutter clicks.Already, my pussy drips.The more your gaze...