Category: eroticliterature

An Evening At the Sex Club [group]

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Their Whispers Pique My Interest

by Harlotte Sometimes

(approx 1000 words)

Their whispers pique my interest the way hushed tones always do.

“A sex club? In Seattle?”

“Gross… Pathetic… No Way!”

Then the usual accusations—“Germs? Sounds? Odors?”—and the worst regrettable dismissal—“Not the people you’d hope to see naked.”

I interrupt. I’m always interrupting. “Excuse me,” I whisper. “How do you know which people I hope to see naked?”

I repeat until someone giggles instead of recoils. This is how I find new friends. She’s pretty in a way that makes me jealous. Her tidy blue button‐up, her pressed oversized pants, and her short, sloppy haircut makes her look like she’s well‐dressed little boy.

A date is made. Our conversation miscommunicates and plans unhappen. Finally, we get together.

“Besides,” I tell her over drinks to build confidence, “I’ve been to all kinds of places other people say the same things about. The places people call ‘gross’ or ‘pathetic’ are almost always also the most fun.” Read more »

The Last Day of Camp (MF, interracial)

Camp Black Rock was set to finish the summer without a single incident. No brush fires in the woods, no kids caught with weed, no fights, no food fights, and most importantly, a drama-free summer amongst its mostly twenty-something staff.

The twelve councilors, five men and seven women, had actually managed to bond as a team, rather than fucking each other madly until everyone was fighting over who fucked who.

The Camp Administrator, Fredrick, was more than pleased to have had such a pleasant, hard-working staff, and thus was generously going to reward them for it. Tonight, on the final night of camp, Fredrick was going to buy everyone a keg, and let them throw a full on party in the woods once the kids were confined to their cabins. He even volunteered himself and his wife to monitor the cabins, so that none of them had to work on their final night. Read more »

New Girl – Part 3 [M/F]

Clickclick, Clickclick, Clickclick.

My manicured nails tap away on the keyboard. It’s been several days since I’ve been able to see the side of Brad that I have all to myself, and I’m more and more anxious to play with him by the minute.

I’m not entirely sure why he hasn’t snuck into my office, hard and ready to go. He’s been around, but distant. Save for a few messages sent to check in on work project status. I’ve begun to worry he’s done with me, that I was a temporary flavor. I suck on the tip of my pen as I ponder this. I can’t help but picture having something warm replacing the cold pen instead.

I get through my work uneventful work day, wondering why I even bother dressing up for him. My floral skirt swishes against my thighs as I walk to the parking garage, the click-click of my stilettos echoing in the hallway around me. I imagine bending over every desk that I pass, fixated on pleasing Brad. I know that I could interact in my special way with another man from the office, their stares as I pass don’t go unnoticed, but somehow it’s just not the same. They’re not Master. Read more »