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Mariska

Erotic parts of a book I'm writing. I've never written erotica before, please comment!

FYI, Mariska is over the age of consent. Later…to this day I do not know if it was a dream or if it really happened, but it is still vivid in my mind. I roused to some state of consciousness not yet awake, feeling a tiny hand gently caressing the length of my already excited manhood and kisses on my stomach, moving slowly down, caressing the tip with breaths of hot air and tiny, gentle...Read On

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The Tantalizing Lecture

An intense stare consumes her eyes, waiting for him to shift as he stands up in front giving his lecture. She is sitting in the front row, nibbling on her bottom lip and it is just driving him crazy and she knows it. She has a lustful look in her eyes. She leans down and reaches for the pen that she intentionally made fall off of her desk. He notices her movement out of the corner of his...Read On

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The Drifter, part 1

He comes riding into town...and into his future!

The following story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. He had lost track of how long he had been riding...it seemed like he had been in that saddle since he was able to sit up straight. One day melded...Read On

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What a Relief

Karen and I found, after we'd both been dumped by cheating spouses, that we enjoy one another.

They say that roughly fifty-percent of all marriages fail. Well, I've only been married once but my percentage is a hundred. Hardly anything not heard a million times before, she had an affair with her boss and he was leaving his wife and she was going with him. You've heard it before, I'm sure. Well, I suppose there are some good sides to what happened, first, we didn't have children....Read On

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Rejuvenated

I came home from work the other day and heard my wife Suzy in the kitchen making dinner. She was also on the phone to her sister. It was on speaker so with that and the kitchen noises she hadn’t heard me come in. Something that was said made me stop and listen. I heard Suzy finish a sentence with “…having an affair.” “Why do you think that?” said Carrie. “We don’t have sex much anymore.” ...Read On

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The Summer Boy Part 4

It's a hot summer's afternoon in Lynn's apartment

Adam arrived at the community center, gliding his bike to the racks. He felt strangely energized today without being quite sure why. There was no cocky smirk on his face or giddy boyish excitement racing through his gut. There was just an unfamiliar confidence. There was a very good chance that the moment he walked through the door, Lynn would explode all over him. He envisioned everything...Read On

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The Best Sex Ever

Sometimes things don't go as planned - thankfully.

How many times have we had sex now? Not more than half a dozen times in the last eight months. Blow jobs and hand jobs in the car don’t count. I am talking only about getting completely naked on a bed (or maybe the floor or on a sofa) and having real, good old fashioned sex. The first time was wild. I know you didn’t plan it. Sitting on your sofa, and I took my shirt off, and then my...Read On

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For Julia

For my wife, my love, our love.

You give me that look that says want, lust and love all in one. I've been drinking a little, just as you like. It keeps me from holding back and the animal hunger breaks the barrier of self-control. We close out our small talk with the friends present and head back to the house. You know what I want and you want it too, holding you around your waist as you walk down the steps and we...Read On

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The Summer Boy, Part 3

An encounter in the shower room

Lynn stretched her arms over her head, pressing her palms flat against the wall tiles of the shower room. Head down, she leaned forward, stretching the tense, aching muscles in her shoulders and back and neck. The hot water sprayed all over her, massaging her, rolling down her skin in steady, streaming rivulets. Eyes closed, she breathed through her mouth trying to expel the toxins in both...Read On

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The Summer Boy, Part 2

Lynn and Adam continue their summer dance

A little over a month ago... The night had been perfect. The day had been perfect. The week, the last month, were all perfect. Now the moment was perfect. Lynn wondered exactly what she had done to have earned such a perfect time in her life. Short of drowning puppies in a box, she would do anything to bank more times like this one. Strolling through the corridor of her building...Read On

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The Summer Boy

The summer season swells Lynn and Adam's inner desires

"Out Adam!" Lynn pointed her finger sternly to the other side of the reception area. Adam sat on the reception desk's counter. Cassie, the young, very buxom, brunette receptionist, didn't seem to mind much judging by her wide, sparkling grin. Adam offered an innocent glance towards his supervisor. "Now!" Lynn insisted. "Stop hanging around reception like some bored monkey already....Read On

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Sex-on-the-beach

True story - real place, sadly closed now

I hardly drink alcohol, but when I do, it’s cocktails. Not a good combination really, the hard stuff and not having a practised head for it, but – what the hell. That meant that for my birthday the place to go was a no-brainer: Bootleggers – a cocktail bar in Lynnwood with a cult-following because it had an original way of running things. We were quite a big crowd and easily took up a...Read On

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Solarium in Winter (1 of 3)

It had been way too long since Jackie had had sex. Weeks. Months? Maybe that was why she couldn’t keep the exaggerated sway from her hips as she walked inside Stable’s Bar and Grill. Why she was so aware of the way her jeans gripped her ass as she half danced everywhere. Why every time the seam of her pants rubbed her clit, she shifted position to tease herself. Jackie lived for...Read On

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Feeling Adventurous (Part Two)

The continuing story of trying new things with my beloved fiance.

I obeyed his wishes and got up from my bed, switched off the light, and then walked to my dresser. On top of it I kept three candles for such an occasion as this; I had just bought them recently and had yet to try them out. I took my lighter and lit each one, setting them in a line on the dresser top so they cast a soft, romantic glow over the room. I then turned to him, then blushed when...Read On

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Cornish Cliffs

A romantic story about a conflicted young british girl in a love triangle

They left his car and hiked up a steep, five kilometer trail to a vista overlooking the Celtic Sea. She struggled to keep up with him, as he took long easy strides. She stumbled, and he turned around. “You okay? Do we need to slow down?” “Why don’t you ever sweat, Alan Trywick?” she asked. “I’m sweating like a pig, and you’re carrying on like it’s a stroll in the park.” She wiped her brow...Read On

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Beneath a Moonless Sky

Two lovers share one last forbidden tryst.

It had been weeks since I had seen Eric, yet I remembered his face well. The day I left was the day my heart broke. I just had not realized it yet. He was unique, talented. Eric was a musician, an artist, a sculptor, a writer, and one of the most profoundly amazing men I'd ever met. I had made my choice, though. At least, I thought I had. It was the night just before my wedding, and I...Read On

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The Client on the Sixth Floor, Part VI

The course of true love never did run smoothly, especially not for Mattie and Simon...

While this is a follow up to parts I through V, you should be able to read this as it stands, (although of course, the first parts will enhance your reading pleasure!) *** Mattie switched off the shower and stepped out into the ornate bathroom in one of the ritziest suites that New York had to offer. Beads of warm water ran down her soft, glowing, wet skin and the sun shone...Read On

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His Hands

Our first date became something more very quickly.

His hands were large and soft. That was always the one thing I remembered most about him. When we would lie together he would run his hands up and down my torso. Caressing me gently, warming me all over slowly. In those moments I would sigh and snuggle closer to his hard body. Yet now when I turn over he is not there, just a cold empty bed to caress and comfort me now. My Trent is gone away. ...Read On

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The Butterfly

Valentine's Day. There's always hope.

I sat alone in the lunchroom accompanied only by a cold grilled cheese on a dirty plastic tray. Swarms of college students marched in and out of the concession stand of a cafeteria. The food was never enjoyable, even when the grilled cheeses were hot. Everyone was black and white. They were bored, vacant, uninterested in anything going on around them. I’ve never looked in a mirror so I may...Read On

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Our Cottage

The first night on our honeymoon and there is no time for sleep.

The small cottage stands out as a silhouette against the dark night, only distinguishable because the building is darker than the landscape around it. The car turns the corner onto a dirt road, and the now jerky headlights illuminate the building. A wooden door and glinting window sit beside a net of vines that weaves its way up the side of the white house and onto its roof. I look over...Read On

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Paradise remembered

Two lovers embark on a passionate tropical island love that they will always remember

“It’s been a long time since I’ve smelled the ocean.” I say slipping my hand into yours while you silently look around, taking in everything. The deafening of the dirty old yellow taxi practically drowns out my voice. We pass by many local businesses that are painted with vibrant colors, obviously a tourist trap, a good one at that. Dimples showing as you smile and reach into your bag,...Read On

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A Valentine's Day to be Remembered

My boyfriend planned a special valentine's day.

Ricky and I had been together for about six years. We met at university, both studied law. After graduation we decided to set up our own law firm in the city. It was not easy and had to borrow money from my folks to finance the venture. We were finally starting a make a success of it and I thought we made pretty good partners, both in the office and in bed. The only thing missing was...Read On

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An Evening In Paris Ten Years Later Part 3

Our vacation starts with a good romantic tease in the sunshine of a Paris morning.

We had said goodbye to our new friends Friday at lunch before they all left for their homes. We had a leisurely dinner at the little bistro in the hotel that night. Our vacation together was starting and I was happily in love with the woman in the bed. We had been very close friends for over ten years. We fell asleep in each other’s arms after making love. Sometime during the night,...Read On

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Don't Worry Cupid Has a Plan

A Japanese divorcee filled with self-doubt learns the true meaning of Valentine's Day

Yumi’s Story Yumi felt so guilty. She had to thank her neighbor Wendy for introducing her to the pleasures of a vibrator after her divorce, but wasn’t this wrong? Picturing the chiseled form of young Rob in her mind as she pushed the seven-inch silicone monster into her petite Asian body was just not right. Young Rob was Wendy’s son and Yumi had helped tutor him in math when he was...Read On

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Jamaican Rendezvous

One woman's holiday romance in Jamaica

I stood alone on a silvery dune, staring out to sea as I fidgeted with my finger. A cool breeze came in off the waves making the Palm fronds sigh and shudder and lifting strands of my wavy strawberry blond hair, which fluttered behind me like streamers. The sun was low on the horizon and sky was flecked with clouds, promising a magnificent sunset. I smiled in anticipation of my lover’s...Read On

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Valentine's Day Forever

On Valentine's Day he brought me two dozen roses, one for each year of my life, a bottle of Cabernet, the same 2001 Beringer that he had brought when I fixed him dinner the first time, a box of hand made chocolates that he had driven to Gatlinburg to buy from from the candy store where we had brought chocolates on our first weekend away together, and a beautiful leather paddle with a pink...Read On

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Creative Chamber II

It's all about the getting there, the slow burn!

Accoutrements… it's all about the ambience, the window dressings, the allure, the tease. Awareness of self, confidence, care of self, appreciating the gifts one is endowed with. A willingness to share with vigor and potency, uninhibited doesn't hurt. THIS dear reader was the stark difference, the dramatic contrast between two women in my life. On the one hand I faced denial and ice. On...Read On

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The Client On The Sixth Floor, Part V

Mattie and Simon find that they have an unexpected audience as they fuck...

While you do not need to read the previous parts of The Client to enjoy this one, it will greatly enhance your reading experience. *** New York, New York!  Wow! No wonder they’d named it twice!! Mattie wrinkled her eyes against the glare from the sun as she stepped from the aeroplane. Simon’s hand was on her lower back, guiding her and, given how she’d slept for almost the whole...Read On

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The Pleasure - Pain Principle

Lovers testing their limits with SM

How did I find myself here? Staring up at the darkened ceiling, waiting. The flickering of countless candles scattered about the room causing the shadows to jump about the walls. Each time I assume the shifting forms that frolic at the side of my vision are you, but my heart sinks in disappointment when I glimpse the nebulous forms laughing at my frustration. The ruffle of a nearby candle...Read On

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Creative Chamber (Part One)

When creative writing becomes writers creating.

A life of curves presents the slow reveal, that often pays grand dividends at the end! This much I've learned. Patience can be a virtue sometimes. "Shackled", "caged", "suppressed liberation", "aching for release"; all some of my favorite expressions of late, to describe my "sensual" reality up to date… but I'm "married". Yes "married", if that's what you want to call it, living this...Read On