Erotic art Stories

For Dr Evie Morton, epiphanies usually came when hunched over her desk in the museum basement, not at 3am when her unborn son booted her bladder. She rolled to face the ceiling, mind spinning like the fan, disturbed air barely a whisper against her skin at this distance. Everything fell into place. All the puzzle pieces, the research, the late nights. All connected. Excitement rose. Occam's razor. Pluralitas non est ponen...

The first curious billboards appeared a few years ago, along a stretch of the Trans-Canada Highway in British Columbia just outside of Salmon Arm as motorists made their way up into the Rockies. The advertisements pointed the way to a unique roadside attraction: CJ’s Chainsaw Chippins the art of the power tool It’s not quite as famous a tourist destination as the ski slopes of Banff, but the rustic storefront and cabin ha...

I wanted to create something for my husband that was both abstract and sensual and erotic. Everyone I knew was having boudoir pictures done, but I never was the person who followed a trend. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, under the circumstances that took place, I knew of a man who liked to dabble in the arts. His name was John, and he was the last boyfriend I had before meeting the man who I eventually married. He s...

“What position can I do you in?” I always start with that question. “Doggie,” the cute-as-button couple spits out in unison. Big surprise. It's the thirty-fourth doggie-style drawing I’ve done today, and it's only 10:30 am. I mean, it's the state fair, animals everywhere, so I guess it's to be expected. She giggles while he paws her, waiting for me to finish. I draw them from the side, like they all want, to see a big dic...