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Certainly.

So write it already.

The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.

The best position? Whatever position he wants to put me into...on my knees, on all fours, straddling my face...whatever works.

chicks should not have guns - the should only have a tight cunt a tight ass and two tits

Aaaaaand "men" like you are why this particular chick is very proficient with her firearms....

This was 2016, this year. I am no child, I am 6' tall, and still it happened, because...

I didn't listen to myself.

Superiors didn't listen to me because I was dismissing and diminishing the warning signs and not listening to myself.

Only the sex crimes detective listened, and by the time I was meeting with her, it was too late.

No....

Take my advice with a huge helping of table salt--I've never written a chapter story--but no, there doesn't have to be sex here, sex there, sex everywhere. The writing and your ability to draw a reader in with that writing is what matters.

“Settle down, love, we’re going to be fine.” Her pink glossed lips grazed his ears as she spoke these words, brushing the soft skin enough to comfort but not to further arouse. Her right hand was placed carefully, lightly but knowing, on his trembling body, that beautiful muscular body already tensed and ready for what he knew was to come. Telling rivulets of fragrant sweat ran unchecked...

Added 22 Aug 2016 | Category Flash Erotica | Votes 37 | Avg Score 4.94 | Views 1,978 | 34 Comments

This was not what she intended at all when she walked into the Yale Street pub. She’d meant to have a soothing after work shot or two of Drambuie, call it good, and head home. Not this. Certainly not this. Yet here she was, bent over for all to see, in the half-lit darkness of the alley behind the bar--she wasn’t even sure it was the same one that she’d walked into. Forehead and hands...

Added 23 Sep 2015 | Category Flash Erotica | Votes 33 | Avg Score 5 | Views 3,798 | 27 Comments

She stripped out of her scrubs in the hospital locker room, tossed them into the soiled laundry bin, and stepped into one of the twenty identical shower stalls, pulling the plastic curtain shut behind her. The hot, just shy of scalding water hit her surprised skin and began washing away the disinfectant smell of work, to replace it with the rose scent of her perfumed body wash. She loved...

Added 04 Jul 2014 | Category Straight Sex | Votes 80 | Avg Score 5 | Views 19,402 | 51 Comments

I know now, what I did not know then. I know now that your scars run too deep to be kissed away, that my love and devotion would be nothing in the face of your pain. I know now that no amount of my attention, my need, my willingness to give up my everything to you, would do anything to keep you with me, to keep you as my partner and my lover. Perhaps it is better that I did not know...

Added 02 Jun 2014 | Category Straight Sex | Votes 26 | Avg Score 5 | Views 4,055 | 11 Comments

She was sitting in one of the two deep, mahogany coloured leather chairs positioned by the fire in the Hunt Club, a long white cigarette dangling carelessly from her slim, manicured fingers, when I first saw her. When I first fell in lust with her, rather. Her red slingback stiletto heels dangled from her stockinged feet, and her red silk sheath dress had slipped up just enough to reveal a...

Added 20 May 2014 | Category Straight Sex | Votes 30 | Avg Score 5 | Views 4,814 | 17 Comments

The motel room was small with just one queen size bed and a threadbare chair looking awkwardly out of place, as if someone had just reached through the roof of this dank place and left it there. There was a distinct smell of cigarettes and desperation, of cheap, hurried sex and the comfort not of skin on skin but of plastic bottles of vodka. So this is where he had chosen to meet, she...

Added 03 May 2014 | Category Straight Sex | Votes 32 | Avg Score 5 | Views 7,438 | 21 Comments

Irrumatio. A single word, a throwaway, something learned and promptly forgotten. To me, though, it is an entire world of pleasure encapsulated in nine letters. It is the tingling of my freshly fucked sopping swollen sex, it is the heavy breathing and dilated pupils of your orgasm and the delicious smell of semen and want thickening the room air, making (it seems to me) even the ceiling...

Added 09 Apr 2014 | Category Flash Erotica | Votes 64 | Avg Score 4.91 | Views 4,464 | 52 Comments