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My thoughts for the evening…..

My body aches for touch. My lips yearn for the feel of a kiss. It seems ages have past since hands have touched me in a way of desire. With a simple breeze my nipples erect and reach out to grasp any sensation possible. The slightest aroma is identifiable and I hear the softest breath. I crave the unforgettable taste of reward for a job well done. My pussy comes alive and tingles with the thought of being pulsed with a tongue, a hand, a cock. Pounding in and out deep then slow. Barely tipping then thrusting so hard I forget my own name. Licking my sweet juices that triggers my hips to jump. Making my toes curl and screaming out without reserve. Feeling the ultimate release pouring from a heavenly tool. Imagining arms holding me tight while I enjoy the warmth of fluid gently dripping out as my pussy continues to pulse. The beads of sweat shared between two bodies entangled in a night of passion.

This is what I want. Crave. Desire.

First erotica scene I’ve written. Part of my Dark Fantasy/Erotica novella series I’ve started for fun.

Would appreciate any criticisms. I think this may be my first ever erotica scene I've written.

Quick backstory. Runt is a fabled warrior. He has just come back from saving a minstrel who was about to be attacked by some peasant. He is drenched in blood. He spots the barmaid he had been flirting with earlier and feels a rise in him.

The bar was empty when the pair of them returned, save for the barmaid still scrubbing tabletops. Candles flickered in each corner of the room and the chandelier above – a slight jingling sound emanated from the chains with each little draft pushed in through the windows. She glanced and smirked at the hulking mass. A grin appeared upon his blood-drenched face as he wondered how warm a hearth she could be. He pushed away the minstrel and told him to go upstairs.

“Use my room. Number three. I won’t be needing it tonight,” he said, his eyes squinting at the glowing mess of the barmaid. She licked her lips.

“Now, now,” The bartender called from a door slightly ajar. “You can use your room for that sort of thing upstairs.” Read more »

Love the Simulation

Posts below with the rest of the story are numbered with brackets at the top [1]-[5]

I haven't done much editing so sorry for the many mistakes that I'm sure are there.

chapter 1

It’s been over a year since I last set foot in the sim. Thoughts of her raced through my mind, what will I say, she’ll know how long I’ve been away. Not that she cares, she’ll have no memory of my time away, as if she was asleep this whole time. She’ll greet me as she always does, I’ll walk through the front door and there she’ll be, welcoming me back with small but meaningful kiss, as if I’d just left this morning. Of course it’s only because they’ve programmed the sim to behave this way, or rather I have chosen my fantasy to be this way. Read more »

Birthday

"I shouldn't be here." I tell myself. Standing outside the bar, garish neon lights blinking slowly in my face, I shiver and almost leave. It's loud inside – people laughing and a blare of music trying to drown everyone out. I'm standing about 15 feet away by a dead lamp post. Watching. A somewhat steady stream of people in and out, various states of dress. Various types. Nice, casual, punk, grimy – all kinds.

I just turned 21. I'm going. Fuck my parents. Fuck the Church and fuck everyone else. All I've known my entire life is what I shouldn't do. How I should act. How I should be starting to think about settling down with some pretty girl and thinking about a family. Too goddamned young if you ask me. I'm on winter break from school, staying with my parents and couldn't stand another night listening to them natter on about responsibilities and what's expected of me. Read more »

Quick Flash – I Turned the Tables Last Night!

It's Friday, which means it is time to get hard and wet!

This week, Jacqueline decides to fulfill one of her fantasies once and for all. She turns the tables and goes out to a club, as a man.

[MF – Gender Bending]

Please send a little message if this one made you wet or hard. I'm enjoying exploring new avenues and I would like to know if you are enjoying it as well!

Where are you reading? All three blogs are identical. The Work and College blogs are "vanilla" and safe to read with others around.

HOME

Euphoria & Lust – Quick Flash – I Turned the Tables Last Night!

WORK

Be a Value To Your Employer – Friday Team Building – The Boardroom Table

COLLEGE

Student Hive – Friday Fun – Turn The Tables!

Enjoy!

LEWD, the erotic text adventure Kickstarter is now up!

http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/sadtaco/lewd-an-erotic-text-adventure is the Kickstarter link.

http://www.playlewd.com/demo.html is the demo.

I went ahead and deleted http://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1d1rcd/lewd_an_erotic_text_adventure_game/ so there wouldn't be two of these on the front page. I noticed some people who originally voted it up were voting it down after a few days, probably to keep it from being at the top so long. :3

There is lots of information about it on the Kickstarter page. Go ahead and give any other questions or comments that you may have here!

The Passing Storm

The weather had gone from maddeningly hot to severe storms in less than an hour.

It was no doubt summer now, Alice thought as she poured her third glass of Merlot. The electricity had gone out just moments before, but Cliff had been well-prepared with candles and flashlights. He was actually from the south, he knew the seasons whereas Alice, being from Northern California, knew rain, and then drizzling. Thunder was completely foreign to her, and lightning was rare up there.

"Feeling cozy yet?" Cliff asked dryly, crossing the living room to close the blinds of their sliding doors.

"Don't shut them. I like to watch." She took a deep swallow of the warm, bitter wine. Her blood felt warmed and her mind swam comfortably. It was custom for Alice to start drinking after one of their arguments.

Cliff left the blinds open, returning to the kitchen to light more candles stoically. Alice wasn't used to a man like this; Cliff was a very hardened man emotionally, but passionate. All her life Alice had been handed everything by every man. She was unquestionably a lovely creature: honeyed hair, evergreen eyes, and she was young. Only twenty years, while most of the men that preferred her were in their thirties, even late thirties. Cliff was only twenty-nine, maybe the youngest she'd been with since she was seventeen, and he'd been a challenge. Read more »

Beyond the Garden

Every Monday and Thursday I drive an hour from my home to work in the garden of my wealthy employer, a handsome adman in his early thirties. For business-purposes I'll just call him Addison. Addison employed me sometime last spring when we met through a professor of one of my classes. I'm 21 and still in school and have a pretty tight schedule, which Addison offered to work around, while promising a pretty penny for my gardening skills.

Since then I've developed somewhat of an infatuation for Addison. Late at night when I'm showering for bed, or lying on the couch downing a glass of cheap red wine, my thoughts often drift to unrealistic fantasies of him having his way with me, hidden in his hydrangeas. My dreams, I know, will never be anything more than dreams, and not just because Addison is happily married. Still, I can't help blushing when I'm pruning his rose bushes and he walks past me, lightly touching my shoulder and thanking me for my "talents" with his garden. He's a very kind man, and very business. Addison rarely wears anything but crisp suits and never has more than a 5 o'clock shadow grazing his firm jaw, though always with a cigarette or, in the evenings, a cigar. Read more »

Yes, Mistress – Part I

The Scene <

Looking around you, you see a dark room lit only by candlelight. A hundred candles are lit and their flames are flickering; bouncing light off of the walls and the objects in the room. The candles create a dance of sorts and feel nearly hypnotic.

The room smells sweet. Almost like honeysuckle but it's a smell you can't quite place. You feel warm and your skin begins to perk up – a light sheen of perspiration beads on your skin.

You can hear music playing and it sounds melodic and tantalizing. You feel curious. You feel anticipatory. You feel turned on and yet you aren't sure why yet.

Stepping Into the Room <

As you make your way to the center of the room, you notice that in the middle of it all (you can't really see what's on the edge of the room yet) is a bed, covered in leather and suspended from the ceiling by chain. You place your hand on the chain and it's freezing, despite the temperature in the room. The bed sways gently from your touch. Read more »

Quick Flash – Best Day Boating EVER!

So this weeks Quick Flash was a few days late. Oh well, it will still make you cum!

If Adrian and Jaime Quick ever invite you on their boat, say YES!

Each blog is identical. The blogs for Work and College are "vanilla" and safe to read with others around.

Enjoy!

HOME

Euphoria & Lust – Quick Flash – Best Day Boating EVER!

WORK

Be a Value To Your Employer – Friday Team Building – Using Lifeboats For Projects

COLLEGE

Student Hive – Friday Fun – Staying Above Water