Erotica - Page 111
I'm scared. I dont remember what happend. All I know is I was heading out for work and when I turned to lock my door something blinded me and there was a funny smell. Now I'm here lying down, I think on bed. Its dark. There's something covering my eyes. I can't move my arms
I've never been what I'd consider very bold when it comes to "making moves" on other people. Certainly not like my friend that had sex with a girl while several other people watched. That would be very hot, actually, but I'd never initiate that
LETTER XI It may readily be supposed that I was much more inclined to sleep than to be up and active. So I rang my bell and told them to bring me a cup of coffee and a biscuit
During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I stumbled on a family treasure
Chapter one. The Lovers The breeze felt cool against his sweat covered chest, as he looked out over the city of Aven. His mind wrought with guilt about his actions the night before



This is only my second story I have written here so please be patient and know I am a semi-newbie. I am not sure If I will make differant parts to this story yet or not. I guess it will all depend on how many people like it and If I get requests to keep going or not. Here we go
PLAYING with DOCTOR This story is a work of fiction, a fantasy if you prefer. Some characters are, however, based very loosely on actual acquaintances



Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy
Sarah loved taking pictures, it was her hobby, she especially liked taking pictures of spunky handsome, athletic men. Sarah's really enjoyed reviewing all the pictures she had taken, that had been saved on her computer. Sarah was more of a night owl, so it was 3 a.m
I was in a club and at that moment the music was a thumping techno beat backed by a loud and rolling keyboard playing electronic noise. Lights flashed and strobed all around as sweaty strangers bumped against each other as they undulated and danced
July, 11th 2020 (Present day) “Hey! Earth to Seven, hello?” With his sisters words Seven returned back to the present day, in the kitchen, with Bella. “With my sister….my twin sister" he suddenly was awake. “Hey Bella, yeah sorry


Before I begin, I want to apologize for the long delay between this and the last story. Life took some unexpected turns. I just got back into writing (thanks to some readers who messaged me)
With a flick of her hair She was wearing a black pencil skirt. I was wearing a black pencil skirt too, and I couldn’t help commenting. That’s how it started. That kind of innocuous comment you give to a friend of a friend



His name was Mark – my new college roommate from Boston. Going back east to college was my first time away from LA, and I was still surprisingly shy when meeting people considering I was pretty popular and adventurous in high school
Emile had gotten off the plane a couple of hours ago, but was already quite exhausted from his long flight to an unfamiliar country. Just seven hours ago, he was sitting comfortably in his bedroom in Marseille, France