Category: Erotica

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Excerpt from “Heading to Apoc” by Morgan Destera
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Vin has encouraged me to make this recording. He originally wanted me to write, but I don’t know how. They don’t teach you much if you’re a Breeder. You learn to speak, to have manners, but little else. You only have one purpose – to f**k, as Vin said. And to produce. I couldn’t produce so I ended up in the Shafts. Vin was my supervisor from Day One in the Shafts. He pretty much ignored me I thought. But now I know better. He had been a Breeder too, at one time. And some of the other workers who I thought had been killed or tortured, had been smuggled out by him.
And now it’s my turn. Vin saw my scars and knew what they were from. He had seen it happen to others. He saw past my scars also. That’s something no one else has been able to do. I keep to myself for a reason. If I should disappear, I wanted no one left behind. There was no reason for it. I was flawed, scarred, and shunned. I was ready to die – and had come close several times – but the survival instinct had been stronger than my willingness to succumb.
And now there is Vin. Something I never wanted – a person who cared. I’d had that once – my mother had cared – and the pain that remained from her loss still hurts. I don’t want that again. I don’t want the pain.
But he introduced me to pleasure too. Read more »

Life has been busy. Not that I am complaining. In between work, drinks, school, and sleep I haven’t been able to do my laundry. The choice came this morning, I could either re wear a pair of panties, which I can still smell myself on- I need to stop playing with myself at work- or I could go sans panties. So, I ran out of the house toast in my mouth, coffee and files in my hands all san panties.
I showed up for work thinking that everyone would notice. But as I continued no one glanced my way more than usual. Walking from desk to desk I could feel the seam of my pants rubbing my clit. I was determined to ignore the sweet rhythmic massage, I had things to do. But it was at the forefront of my mind all day. I thought about running to the restroom to relive myself of the tension but every time I thought I would have a few minutes I would get called to do this or that.
3:30 rolled around, only an hour and half left and maybe sooner because all I had left was the meeting. I strode over slowly, now enjoying teasing myself, letting it build up. I could feel my abs tensing, tingling where my legs meet my groin. I sit down on the far left in the front preparing for my boss’ usual spiel. But today was my lucky day. His son was presenting. He strode in with his fine tailored suit. I could see him flexing under his jacket and his ass in those pants when he turned to put his stuff on the desk. What I would do to be on that des- “Hello everyone” His voice resonates in my chest. I quickly forget to take notes as I listen to his voice imagining it was next to my ear. I feel myself adjusting so my pants can rub as I sit. But I am having a hard time focusing on much. I am getting so close. He comes over to me and asked to use me as an example. Shit what has he been talking about? Proper attire for the work place. Perfect. He asks me to walk up and down showing off my wonderfully tailored pants and top. Little does he know this is all I needed to push me so damn close. As I walked my pants rode up further and further putting more pressure on my wet clit and dripping pussy. He touched my arm to telling us that was it for the meeting and asked me to stay after. My heart skipped a beat. He knows. This turned me on even more.
To be continued…

“You’ve had your heart broken

You’ve watched as those crude emotions spilled over contaminating the waters

I just want to show you how to feel without drowning in your thoughts

Separate the oil from water, emotion from feeling

While there is nothing wrong with grieving if you spend all of your time looking back at what once was you will miss what’s to come

Hungover, waiting for the next shot from a bottle that’s empty

Keep reaching for an illusion that seemed real

That John Doe Joe Schmoe fusion that got you high but didn’t leave any remedy for the withdrawal

I get it, you believe there will never be another like him & to that effect you are correct

There will be something after him & then something again that when measured will be even better

That wall has you keeping ships at bay when what you need is to take one for a ride & escape the day drift in the night & let the winds sift through your hair, carry your longing away

Take a dip, just enough to get your hair wet yet able to safely stand Read more »

CHAPTER ONE Read more »

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