Category: eroticliterature

Beyond the window, the city was dark, drab and cold. On the other side, inside the restaurant, neither of them spared it a glance. After so many years — years filled with children and burn-out and sickness and therapy — after all this time, they finally had an evening to themselves. Both of them had spent a lot of time choosing their outfits, so that when they got together in the living room, ready to go out, there had been two open mouths and a stunned silence. Then they kissed, with a fire that had seemed all but extinguished only months earlier. Now, though, it was hot enough that they almost canceled their plans for the evening. He had a hand inside her low-cut dress, her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and his other hand on her ass, pulling her into him. She pulled on his hair, panting into his ear in between little nibbles, letting her other hand wander lower.

“No.” He said it softly, pulling back, but letting his hand rest on her breast. “No, let’s do it properly.”

She smiled, squeezing him through his pants. “This does raise my expectations.” Read more »

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The moment she wakes up that morning but it is later than usual. He has already left. The clock has just turned nine. She clearly sees the two hands pointing in the perfect shape of a pie. There was no need to run her eyes as she did almost every morning. 

She felt a bit tired but then started seeking in her memory as to why. This “why” led her to the events of the previous night. When she has danced on his lap while wrapping her hands as to cease her own fraction that has been lost for some time. She bit her lower lip and could not think much longer about the events of the last night. She knows if she pursuit these streams of thoughts, she would no longer be able to hold herself together.

She takes a walk down the alley that connects every entrance in the home. The alley leads her to the desired destination, the bathroom. She observes with a frown on her face that he has again forgotten to put the toilet seat down. Typical guy thing. The moment she sits on it, a stream of warm droplets flow down her vagina. She is not wearing any underwear. She never wears any underwear when she is at home to go to bed. She likes the sensation when the bare linen sheet touches her bare hips during the night. Read more »

*“Bring me warm rain and dried lavender and you. I want you most of all.”*

*~Emery Allen*

She was looking at the enormous clock from her living room. Passionated by vintage, she received it from an old love, a story almost erased by the time. Her first love… She was now in her thirties, but with time her beauty became just more appealing. Now she had it all. The apartment that she always dreamt about, a career in writing offering her the possibility to work from home and living the lifestyle she always wanted and… deep passion and adventures to write about.

She was waiting for her lover to arrive at her place. To receive him deep inside of her, while whispering into his ear-truth or lie- that he is the best she ever had.

She is going to stay on her violet couch, with her legs wide open and she will start the game. She will be touching herself and when he will be coming and watch her ferociously, she will pretend that she is just enjoying herself and that she didn’t plan everything to the minute. Read more »

This was a short, creative exercise this morning.

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I lean into your ear, inhaling your perfume. I’m instantly transported to the first time we were together, the first time I smelled it.

I walked into the apartment where you were waiting. Wearing nothing but a t-shirt that barely covered your ass, you looked at me anxiously as I entered. There was uncertainty in your eyes, a little nervousness. You bit your lower lip while looking for reassurance in my eyes.

I locked the door, and confidently walked over to you. I slipped my arm around your waist, pulling you in close. This was the first time I’d set eyes upon the woman I’d been texting with for a few weeks. You delivered on the promise of your verse and exceeded my expectations. You were finally in my presence, in my arms. The world outside that small apartment ceased to exist, there was only you and I.

I looked into your blue eyes, swimming in them in my mind for a heartbeat that seemed to never end. Having you close felt right, all the thoughts & desires coming to the surface. All the hesitancy & nerves succumbing to the moment. Read more »

I Know you. You’re a good girl, trying to do the right thing. Always caring, always loving, always giving of yourself.

You see the light in the dark, the good in the bad, the small things that slip past, unnoticed in their blind spot.

And I see you.

I see you struggling to release the weight of that role. To give voice to those other parts of you. The ones you don’t really like to think about. That jar; your peace of mind, and when they intrude, unprompted, how you’ll feel.

And I feel you.

You wouldn’t have told me about them. You just couldn’t. In the dead of the night, to acknowledge such thoughts, to put them into words, to speak them out loud. You can’t. But you don’t have to. Those words left unspoken, I can hear them.

And I hear you.

I could take your body, pleasure you. But I’m inside your head more importantly. I know that secret thought, and I know when you need it; and when I taste your mind, how starved I have been. Read more »