Category: eroticliterature

I swear to god, I need to hide this diary! My daughter Jenn found my diary and read it all! ALL! I’d normally be pissed but everything in it is so benign up until Valentine’s Day! Apparently she found it looking for a pair of shoes of hers I borrowed and like an idiot, I left my diary by the bed in the exact same spot Mark found it. I didn’t expect her to be home but she needed to decompress for a few days while she did her classes online and needed to get off campus for a few days. I always enjoy my kids being back home but talk about perfect timing. So how did this make my dream come true? Rewind back to Wednesday.

I wasn’t at home but Jenn came back home and let herself in. A few hours later I got back home and was excited to see her but she looked a bit nervous. She brushed it off as if nothing was wrong and we enjoyed the night for the most part.
Woke up Thursday and made them both breakfast. After breakfast, Mark left to go to work. It was while I was cleaning up and doing the dishes that she finally confronted me. Read more »

You’ve spent all this time talking and laughing. That hot and passionate back and forth. Your wants and desires. Exchanging a sultry picture here and there. Urging one another on. Touching yourself, but so badly wishing she were touching you instead. Finally solid plans. She is right in front of you. Do you maul her like a carnivore sex addicted monster? Do you play shy and slowly take in every bit of her. They’re right in front of you. Why are you still thinking about it? Just do it! Move in. Feel her skin on your finger tips to start. Feel her breath on your lips as you take one kiss after the other. Let your hands wander her body. Start slow then fall into that passionate moment. Enjoy being a carnivorous animal and rip her clothes right off. Feel her breath quicken as she becomes equally as carnivorous. Fall into one another. Take one another. Enjoy this moment. It may be all you have.

The snow falls in sheets outside, the roads are icy and dangerous to traverse to where people traverse too on dark, snowy nights. The thermostat in her small cozy apartment reads only 50, but it feels more like 100. She could feel sweat forming on the small of her back and a dampness under her arms and her inner thighs. She was face down with her head tilted to the bedroom window overlooking the bucolic view of her backyard, the white pristine snow blanketing her manicured garden. Sweat was beading on her forehead, her breaths coming in faster and faster as her chest worked against the pressure she was under. She had put herself in this situation, she had made a false call to a repairman for a broken furnace which led to her current state. The first outage had been an actual problem with an ignition switch or something, this time she had pulled a wire in the housing tempting a dark fate. Read more »

I walked into her apartment, skin still stinging from the cold outside, a stark contrast to the overheated interior of her home. We exchanged shy, almost awkward, greetings and I bent down to untie my boots. As my eyes fell to the floor I momentary stole a look at her, mostly seen in peripherals as my vision landed on my boots. *Shoulder length dirty brown (a touch of amber?) hair framed her delicate facial features. Large dark orbs caught every ounce of light in that dimly-lit entranceway and condensed it, forced into down into a pinprick of brilliance that erupted from the infinite blackness of her eyes. Standing in stark contrast to the pale, creamy, skin. For all the black and whites of her facial features, her lips softly screamed of color. Warm and naturally pink, thin yet plush lines that spilled life from the otherwise picturesque image of her face.* My slightly numbed fingers were clumsy with the laces of my boots, and I was deprived the sight of her for too long. Finally, my gaze climbed her. *Thin feet, left toes turned slightly inward. Right leg crossed below the knee, resting its weight on only the toes. The foot itself seemed arched, as if supported by an invisible heel, highlighting the curve of her leg, and how that leg climbed! Knee gave way to rounded thigh, which seemed to burst from barely visible black shorts. Her figure was obscured from the small, yet oversized on her, loose-fitting knitted beige sweater, which also ran past the fingers of her left arm. Her right arm raised to her mouth, as if nervously nibbling on her thumbnail. The dark pools of her eyes had frozen over in the time it took me to take off my boots and jacket, and for her to assume that obviously rehearsed pose.* Read more »