Category: Erotica

She could feel his bulge against her belly. They stood between the cars with their mouths locked and his hands exploring every one of her curves. He pulled his head back, her body tight to his. He took the bottle from off the top of her car and put it to her lips. With one move, she opened her mouth, pushing her tongue forward, as he poured it in.

He smiled. Pulled it away and put it to his, spilling some. She tiptoed up to lick it off his chin. He bent, his mouth meeting hers. She pulled away, bending her head back, opening her mouth, jutting out her tongue, fawning for more.

This time he made sure to pour it straight down. After the third big slug she choked, spraying bourbon up into the air. Coughing, she bent forward.

“Hold it in,” he ordered. “I know you can.”

She looked up at him, tears streaming from her eyes, laughing.

“You bastard,” she said laughing. He laughed with her. She burped.

“Now that’s what I wanted to hear, he said. “The delicate words of a fine gentile young southern lady.” Read more »

Chapter 1

Jenni lay unclothed across her thin white linen bed sheet swooning. Her sleep disrupted by wild erotic dreams she had no will to control or stop. Dreams of forlorn lovers and missed connections. Dreams filled with hellhounds and voracious sexual machinations.

It was a hot claustrophobic Southwest Louisiana night. Nights where tempers flare up like thunderclouds of passion caused by not enough sleep, or too much bourbon.

Sweat oozed from every pore of her body. Sticking to her skin like invisible hosiery. Her hair lay matted and plastered to her shoulders. It was too hot for clothes and too hot for sleep. Her sole comfort came from the small fan atop her dresser drawers.

Irritable, she closed her eyes and began to think of cooler times. Her heart calmed. Her thoughts eased. A fairies slumber danced its way through her soul.

Jenni woke in a cold sweat. The ache in her loins vanished. Her hormonal dream replaced by the thunder of her parents brawling. It echoed down the hall and exploded through the crack beneath her door.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The words screamed through Jenni’s brain. Read more »

Claire sat alone in her desk waiting to see why Mr. Richards had kept her back. It was the last day of school. Everyone had already left and she was dying to get out. While everyone was celebrating, she was just dying to leave. She was done with this place, she was ready to never see any of these people again.

Well Mr. Richards was okay. She hadn’t seen much of him for a while, but earlier on he had been sort of close with her. Claire used to be the nerdy girl. She didn’t attract much attention back then. She used to actually spend lunches in Mr. Richards classroom doing extra readings. But then this past summer, her body changed. She got a little taller but more importantly, she grew 3 cup sizes. It all happened right before she turned 18. She knew this was late for girls to be going through changes like that but turns out she was a late bloomer. At first she didn’t care, but then a couple of the other girls noticed her in the locker room the first week back. Some of them started talking and it spread that Claire was hiding a huge rack under her baggy clothes. Read more »