9.

Saturday afternoon, just as Jennifer had promised, a package was delivered to Tess’ apartment.

Jennifer had told her everything she needed would be in the box.

Tess was excited as she opened the large white box and found a small card lying on top of a beautiful, light blue cocktail dress. She picked up the card and read the handwritten note. “See you at 9PM. Be ready. Love J.”

Tess put the card aside and lifted the dress out, laying it on her bed. The remaining items in the box were black heels, a black quarter cup bra with blue trim, a matching garter belt and silky sheer, lace topped nude stockings.

Just like Jennifer had done when she received her box in Paris, Tess went through everything twice, looking for panties. She assumed that she was to supply her own, although Jennifer had said everything she needed would be in the box. She had stressed the word everything.

Tess checked her watch. She still needed to get her nails done, so she had to get moving if she was going to be ready on time. Read more »

Good evening, all. Brand new here so I hope this question is ok. I have been enjoying erotica based podcasts for a bit now, and I am planning on starting one myself. What is the process for requesting permission from you fine people to use your sexy stories? I am just starting out (and poor. Sad.) but would like to make sure I do this the right way and not just snatch random reddit stories without permission. Is there a proper way to do this?

Please let me know.

Thanks.

The kettle sat cooling on the stovetop. The water, boiling minutes before would wait, ready to become tea or mix with powder to make hot chocolate. Instead, it would cool, untouched and forgotten.

Fat snowflakes, sometimes falling in clumps, hugged the window ledges and doorframes. Outside, billowing steam and bubbling cheerfully, the hot tub fought back the crisp air. The gurgling water and the hum of the jets cut through a world gone silent in the snow.

Branches bowed and heavy, the trees brushed the metal of the little roof over the small deck. A muted moon, behind clouds, teased the peaks of nearby mountains.

You sat, naked, on my lap. Our fingers entwined. A kiss a touch. I watched, in slow motion, a flake blow in and stick to your cheek. Fading quickly from crystal to drop, rolling gently down, a joyful winter tear. I pressed my lips to that spot, wanting to taste that memory forever. You never knew. I never told you why. Why then. Why there. A moment for me. To keep locked inside, away from the cold. Read more »

Sheila twisted and writhed against the ropes that bound her. Anne’s mouth hovered just above Shelia’s pussy, teasing shield with hot breath. Anne smiled at Sheila’s erotic torment.

Anne had once babysat for Sheila and in the process the two had become extremely close. Sheila had become a close confidante.

Sheila had also played heavily into a sexual encounter where Anne had exposed herself to the older woman. Anne had confided how much she’d hoped that things would escalate with Sheila afterwards but nothing had ever happened.

Years passed. Anne graduated. We got married and moved cities. The two women drifted apart, although they kept tenuous contact.

One day I came across Anne almost in tears. Sheila and her husband, Mark, were getting divorced. Anne had always looked on them as an example of what a great relationship could be and the news was a shock to her.

Eventually she invited Sheila to come visit us and Sheila agreed, eager for a change in surroundings.

Sheila was in rough shape when she came to visit. Mark had cheated on her and been pretty brutal when he announced that he wanted a divorce. Someone who Anne had looked up to had turned out to be a colossal ass. Read more »