erotica
“Have you ever stood back and watched your wife kiss her Black men? The sheer beauty of my wife naked in the arms of...
The revolving doors of a solitary changing cabin reminded me of an entrance to a bar in an old western. A full...
Story of a Sunday morning quickie It was ten in the morning of what was turning out to be a lazy Sunday. I...
Naked, trembling with anticipation, I attempt to insert my new diamond key into the den’s door. Of course I can’t open...
Image by Ruth Archer from Pixabay No matter what commoners think, it is not easy to be a crowned Prince. I have been groomed to...
It was time for my 10-year high school reunion. The timing was perfect, as I had just broken up with my boyfriend,...
I hate riding on this metro, Justine thought as the sliding doors opened to the underground train. The evening metro ride was...
part two: watching her, wanting her… I flopped into bed and turned on the TV. It had been a whirlwind visit with my...
part fourteen: Epilog Devya looked sheepishly enthusiastic — if such a self-contradicting hybrid state can be said to exist. It had been a year and . . ....
I should have known better than to accept the conference call this early. Bunny has a flight to catch this morning, but...
