Meg pushed her hips back hard, feeling his tongue claiming her. Her knees, red and sore, shook with the want to no longer stay still. Evan, on his back beneath her, lapped at her pussy. “I do love tasting my cum from you.” She giggled and twitched but, as Evan had commanded, she stayed on her knees above him. Her ass …
Press play: “This isn’t a Merry-Go-Round.” “Nope,” Mitchell agreed and looked up at the beast with a smile. “Imagine the trouble we could get into up there where no one can see us.” “I’m not having sex with you tonight, never mind up there!” Carla took a step back from him. He turned and looked down at her. “I didn’t …
“Sex should always be serious,” Meg said before rolling her tongue across the tip of his cock. “Never take it light-heartedly.” Walt reached behind and pulled his head up from the pillow so he could lock eyes with her over his belly. “No fun should be had.” “None at all.” She puckered her lips and planted a long kiss on …
“Good morning, Wilma. What are we looking for today?” Demlin lifted the mass of wet blonde hair and caressed it. “I’m thinking page-boy this time.” His brown eyes shot up to meet her blues in the mirror. “Really? That much?” His eyes returned to the hair. “Imagine the wig we’re going to get out of this.” “I want it donated, …
It hit the ceiling, I swear it did. I lay back in awe and watched it go straight up in the void of air as though in search of a target in the stucco above. Gravity gave it no nevermind as it went upwards, in search of…there was no target, though. It never has a target. It simply has aim. …
Author’s note: Until two months back, I’d forgotten how fun Jake was to write. He was always more humour than erotica, but it really is a hoot. On Halloween, Oct. 31, my newest release of four short stories featuring Jake hits Amazon…the cover is to the right. One of the shorts some will recognize as a rewrite of his first …
“What? You think the leash is too much?” Mandy asked with a wide grin. “He’s naked,” the blonde pointed out. “You don’t think that was enough? This is more BDSM than we figured.” “No shit, Shirley. It’s a CFNM party.” Mandy pushed her brunette hair back over her leather-covered shoulder. “Yeah, the leash is more than we expected.” Shirley’s eyes …
“Okay, next caller.” Monica hit the button too hard, causing its plastic casing to pop off. Silence, on the other end, greeted the broken button. “No caller?” Her eyes shot across the table. Sarah, on the other side of the glass, shrugged and shook her head. “I guess we have no caller. Shows what they think of erotica!” An alert klaxon …
