Category: eroticliterature

I manage a local grocery store and honestly, 2020 was great for me.  Business boomed,  we’ve mostly stayed clear of positive tests, and occasionally I get to kick out a customer that’s being an asshole for no reason.  Honestly,  my life is good.  Today was no different, regular things, inventory, payroll, scheduling, boring office stuff, but when I got the call that we had a Karen who wouldn’t wear a mask or leave, I was actually ready to get out and tackle something new.  

I’ve seen this situation play out so many times that they all seem the same.  Some customer calls out another for wearing a mask, then an employee reminds them our policy, and 50/50 they put one on, or just bitch for a bit and then leave.  This seemed like the bitch about it for a second type.  She only barely fit the Karen description.  Middle aged, strong opinion, sharp tongue.  But this one was more fit than normal.  She had on a tight fitting dress and and heels that suggested a New Years party later in the afternoon.   My security guard was already on scene as well as one other employee.  I stepped up and introduced myself, reminded her of the policy and asked her to put on a mask or leave.   She started to huff and puff about the efficacy of masks and my eyes naturally rolled back in my head.  I’d heard this millions of times before. Read more »

Yes you read that right, after this post I am forgoing my search for that brilliant writer, that gifted pen-wielding artist who will bring my every fantasy to life in vivid detail.

Every environment, every character, every action so richly described that I could see it blind.

My search finally ends today, one way or another so please shoot your shot. Craft me a wonderfully eloquent & detailed message that boasts your writing skills to me, before I shut this chapter for good on hoping for my fantasies to be brought to life as stories.

Here’s hoping.

It was later in the morning and he climbed up a weathered wooden ladder to the flat roof of the casita and squinted as he looked up to the ridge not more than a hundred meters off. He unfolded a blanket and took off his shoes and shirt and began to cover himself in tanning oil. His palms wide and his fingers long, the tops of his hands as well as his arms bulged with a particularly prominent vascularity in the heat as they climbed across every reachable inch of his body. His shorts dropped to his ankles and he lay sprawled across the serape. The suns reflection shimmered like streams of gold in the contours of his toned body, every muscle and every tendon glistened like a mirage upon the desert horizon.
He closed his eyes and thought of the woman from the window. A few nights had passed but the apparition remained vivid in his memory. He wished that the woman would have had the chance to know the prowess he possessed, the delicate, undivided attention he would divulge upon her if she were to have invited him through her window. He feverishly fantasized about fondling her phenomenal figure from behind, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. His hands slowly sliding downward from her waist and seamlessly over her hips. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood tall while his plump, pillowy lips pressed gently against her skin. One hand slid further down, flirtatiously following the line of her hip bone. He pressed playfully into the inner crease of her thigh as his lips engulfed her outstretched neck in a deep, dramatically wet kiss and she sank into him, melting into the throes of his tantalizing touch, washing over her in one warm wave of ecstasy.
His thick, throbbing cock that pulsed with the same aforementioned vascularity had grown to its fullest potential and it stood strong with great girth and vigor, shimmering confidently in the sunlight. His eyes stayed closed as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and began to trace the brim of the painfully swollen tip with his thumb.
A woman watched for birds discreetly navigated the destitute, degrading footpath that danced along the ridge behind the house. She stopped, pleasantly surprised as she unassumingly stumbled upon the sight. She sat, sheathed by the foliage, safely sunken into the scenery watching him through her binoculars with the same salacious stare that he had worn before. She feasted her eyes upon his figure and she grew warm and wet and wanting as her imagination soared.