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Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance The Scribe
I’ve just hitched up my skirt. I’m kneeling and the hem is up at my buttocks, almost exposing them, but not quite. The familiar tingling anticipation sweeps over my flesh as I part my thighs, just a little, and lift one of the implements laid out before me. I always start with the smallest—the finest. I hold my breath and close my eyes, letting my head fall back, jaw slack, in the pose that signifies the begin- ning of my ritual. I run the tip of the long, fine shaft up the inside of my thigh, swirling and sweeping as I go, imagining the pattern it makes on my skin. My hand is shaking and the hairs on the back of my neck bristle in delight. If you really concentrate on your body, you can feel which nerve endings are connected. For example, if you arouse or tickle the tiny fine hairs just at the corner of your mouth, it sends a tingling sensation to the inside of your elbow—if you follow the line and sweep just there, you can trace a path all the way to the heavenly dip and peak of
Last Updated : 2022-09-17Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance Come to the light
It was the fourth time we’d had sex. Each time before, when we were done, she rushed to cover her breasts with the blankets as I reached over to turn on the night- stand lamp and to get my after-sex cigarette and the ashtray. I’d finish my cigarette and head to the bathroom.When I returned, her men’s tank top was back on.The first time we were together, I begged for her breasts to come out and play. Her luscious, hot-as-hell DDDs. It was obvious that she was not going to free them on her own, but her protest was weak, a “No,” that whispered, Keep working me and I’ll give in. I want to give in.She didn’t like her breasts because they “weren’t butch,” she said. Because they presented her curvy female body to everyone she met.COME TO THE LIGHT195Oh, but they were butch. Sade just didn’t think the words butch and breasts belonged together. I, however, thought they were a match made in heaven.It’s no secret that I’m a breast woman. But butch breasts are a special type. Breasts b
Last Updated : 2022-09-17Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance Night heat
The storm wakes me. The heavy weather has finally broken and brought with it fresh relief. I slide out of bed and sit behind the curtains. The window seat surrounds me, a little box of moonlight and flickering lightning. Thunder rolls the pouring rain from the clouds and I can see it spitting and bouncing on the street, when the moonlight allows. I grow cold, nipples stiff, shoulders shivery. But I don’t go back to bed. The street is deserted, all cats and foxes sheltering from the storm. The room lies dark behind the thick curtains. This is the witching hour. I hear the sheets move at the stir of a body. The bed creaks, feet pad close. The curtains pull aside, open to the dark and the warmth of the room. Of him—bed and sleep heated. I know that smell well; so many nights I’ve lain beside his sleeping figure and inhaled the air he exudes in sleep. Heat and sweat and sweetness, redolent of the weight of dreams. He slips in beside me, letting the dark into my little light hidey-hole.
Last Updated : 2022-09-17Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance For the moment
I looked up just as she parted her lips with the tip of her tongue, meeting another pair of lips. Even through the crimson darkness I could tell it was hard, deep, hot. My ultimate butch-on-butch fantasy coming to life. I had felt them moving on top of me—knew it was inevitable and was quite pleased it was happening so soon—sensed its fruition just in time to catch that first glimpse of my own personal goddess-sent, ambrosia-dripping dream. As the intensity of the kiss mounted, their fingers—working individually, then in tandem, then separately again—increased the intensity with which they fucked my cunt. They stretched me wider as the two pairs of lips worked each other over and two pairs of hands heightened my already sensi- tive sense of touch. Surprised by each new movement, varying changes in tempo, one pressing harder here, the other lighter there, switching my entire body into high alert with their notable differences, their shared passions—growing even more fervent as we built
Last Updated : 2022-09-17Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance Obey all signs
During your driving test, the examiner will note how you obey the rules of the road and traffic signs and/ or signals,” Chuck quoted from the DMV handbook. I stared, dumbfounded, at the road sign, then at my husband. “Are you serious?” “You want to pass the test, don’t you?” His voice was stern, his expression implacable. My rational brain panicked, while at the same time my body betrayed me, my panties flooding with moisture and my nipples springing to attention so suddenly that the seat belt, rubbing against one, was excruciating. I’d grown up in the city, never needing a car until we’d married and moved to California, where public transportation was a joke. Chuck was coaching me. I’d been doing fine so far—not running through yellow lights, looking both ways at intersections, remembering my turn signal when I changed lanes. “It’s not a verb, like Stop,” I protested. “It’s a noun, like Railroad Crossing.” “Do you think arguing with the driving examiner is going to help you pa
Last Updated : 2022-09-17Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance The dealmakers
Jesse seethed as she scanned the nearly empty parking garage. Her ride, a bubbly working mother named Gail, had promised to wait the fifteen minutes it would take Jessie to send off that one last crucial email. She had finished in ten, yet by the time she had stepped off the elevator and into the garage there was no Gail. Only two cars remained. It was as though at six o’clock all eight floors of the T&E building just vanished in some apocalyptic sci-fi moment. Slipping her hand into her pocket, Jessie rubbed the now useless transit pass that normally got her home at the end of the day. She’d thought she was doing a good thing by giving up her car to take public transit. The change worked out beautifully: sitting for twenty minutes with her iPod and a book was by far preferable to the crunch of gridlock. Then the buses and ferries went on strike and she was stuck begging rides to and from her apartment on the opposite side of the harbor. She was digging for her cell phone and tryin
Last Updated : 2022-09-17Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance Among the trees
My knees sank into the mud, but I had long forgotten about the rain. I could only focus on hiscock, moving in and out of my mouth. I had to lean my head back to take it all inside, the fat head hitting the back of my throat, making me gag just a little. One of his strong hands was around the back of my neck, the other twined in my hair, fucking my mouth roughly. I was completely wet; my clothes right down to my pussy. I had somehow managed to convince him to let me stay out of the mud for a while, but soon enough, I found myself on my knees, the cold mud squishing onto my skin. I seemed to sink deeper into the ground with each thrust of his hard cock. My hands were still tied behind my back, as they had been since we left the house.Abruptly, he pulled out of my mouth; rainwaterrunning in before I had the chance to close my lips. He yanked me up to my feet, his eyes burning into mine. I could feel the mud running down my legs into my shoes; my favorite sneakers now ruined. The rai
Last Updated : 2022-09-17Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance Last call
Hey, Melissa. The usual?”Melissa nodded with a barely there smile as sheslid onto the stool in front of my bar. She’s always the proverbial ray of sunshine, so I was surprised to find her looking less than her usual perky self. I was also surprised to see her slinking in near closing time. She’s an 8:00 p.m. drinker—one who sips something fruity before heading out for a night of dancing with her giggly friends. She wasn’t giggly tonight, though. If anything, she looked a touch nervous and a whole lot introspec- tive.Melissa is one of my favorite regulars—and my secret crush. She’s a girly-girl, all perfumed and cotton- candy pink, from the tips of her perfectly pedicured toes to the sugar-scented gloss that covers her full lips—lipsthat I always have a tough time tearing my eyes away from. This night was no exception, but I worked hard to kick my inner pervert to the curb. It’s bad business to fuck the customers—trust me, I know. Besides, Melissa wasn’t into chicks. That giant
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Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance EVA
I have about an hour to kill before I can go back to Eva. Walking this town from end to end would take all of ten minutes. I pause at the wine-tasting room, but there are too many tourists inside. Besides I’ll have to make the usual inane chitchat with one of the hospi- tality staff. “Is this your first visit to the Wine Country?” she’ll say, chipper as a Girl Scout. “Actually, my wife and I come up from San Francisco a few times a year, but not for the wine. We like to play our kinky Dom-sub sex game in your local country inn. Would you care to join us tonight?” I smile as I continue on down the street. If only it were that easy. Of course, bringing back another woman might be pushing Eva a little too far. This time. I pass a quaint tavern—everything is quaint here— and peek inside. Dim lighting, a few customers perched at the bar. Perfect. I take a table in a shadowy corner and order a glass of Frank Family Cabernet. You can’t get that by the glass in the city. The wine is deli
Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance Nice Dream
There’s an indeterminate span of time between asleep and awake. Those bleary moments, waves of thought washing over us as we struggle to gain or lose conscious- ness. Where dreams blur with reality, taking on aspectsand influence from each other.The shriek of an alarm clock is translated into the cries of some prehistoric flying creature chasing us through Elysian Fields. The scent of bacon spurs a vivid scenario of gorging ourselves on anything and every- thing within sight.The slow, rhythmic thrusts of a cock between swollen labia elicits dreams of multiple members in multiple orifices.This is how I awaken; gradually, with the dawning realization that at least one turgid member from myreveries is truly flesh and blood. Sliding between my thighs from behind as I lie on my side, body curled into the blankets surrounding me. A hand, presumably accompanying the penis in its adventures, is trailing feather soft over the curve of my breasts, fingers occa- sionally tweaking my nip
Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance Let me tie you up
Let me tie you up?” he asked me, holding up the ropes so I could see them. At first I couldn’t take my eyes off them; they were slim and white and gorgeous. They were looped over one another and tied off beautifully in lengths with colored ends, so he could keep the lengths separate. I must have stared at those ropes in his hand for half a minute before I brought my eyes back to his and saw the wicked joy in them. Peter’s smile broadened to a grin. His blue eyes brightened. He knew he had me. He was fully dressed, and I was naked—very, very naked. I’d just gotten out of the shower, and I’d been thinking about him in there—thinking about what we might do when I got out of the shower and Peter took me to bed. I was already very turned on. He could see everything he wanted to see, I real- ized—in exquisite detail never before revealed. I’d just shaved, so he could see my sex. He could see the hot flush of arousal through my breasts and my face, see the stiffening of my nipples that
Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance Cosmic fate
Ten more minutes, I thought, glancing around the carnival. Ten minutes and then I can get out of this nightmare and go for a drink. I hauled one of the milk cartons up in front of me, and began stacking the plastic rings from the Ring Toss. This was the last year I’d volunteered for the games. Next year, I’ll sell tickets or something that doesn’t involve snotty kids screaming because they didn’t win a plastic frog. The sky was several shades of amber in the wake of the setting sun. I loved summer. And despite the disaster of this year’s Ring Toss, I always looked forward to the annual Shriners Carnival. I always volunteered. The money went toward revitalizing the parks and play- grounds in the area, places I used to go to when I was a child. Every year held surprises, from the old friends who came back for the night, to the local celebrities who turned up in support. Last year, we had an Emmy Award winner perform an impromptu concert. This year, my surprise was the very reason I ne
Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance Thrill the competition
It’s not much fun giving a blow job,” Taryn remarks over the noisy gush of heat hitting my hair. “AlthoughI think every lesbian feels that way, don’t you?”“Only if they can speak from experience,” I reply, wincing as Taryn continues to torture my tresses. Taryn winces, too—for an entirely different reason. “And I seri- ously doubt that the judges are going to inquire about my sex life, oral or otherwise, during the interview.”“Agreed.” She puts down the blow-dryer and picks up a hairbrush. “A better question would be: why did you get involved in beauty pageants?”I smirk. The answer is out of the question. I got involved in beauty pageants because I wanted to meet girls. I could care less about the sash or the cash or the crown that glitters like a dinner plate in an advertisementfor dishwashing soap. That doesn’t mean I don’t take pageantry seriously. It just means that I’m not in it to win it.I used to think pageants were sideshows, populated with aspiring anchorwomen who
Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance If you know where to look
Ihate being here.I hate sleeping in this bed, Clark’s marriage bed,sleeping on his wife’s side while she’s away on business and waking up face-to-face with the knickknacks and nail polish on her bedside table.And the baby oil! Why wouldn’t Clark have put that away before I came? Why the hell would I want to be reminded that he has sex with her too? More puzzlingly, why do I jump at every opportunity to stay the night?Well, that question has an easy answer: it’s the wake- up call that keeps me coming back. It’s his arms circling my body before the sun comes up, when I’m still warm with sleep. He kisses my shoulder, walks his fingers down my belly, and I’m sold. I’ll put up with any amount of heartache if it means getting fucked first thing in themorning.My pussy’s never wet when he finds it, so Clark burrows under the covers to turn me on in the most effi- cient way possible. Spreading my legs, he situates himself between them and dives at the apex of my thighs. I don’t know
Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance Eye of the beholder
Jason left for work the same way he always did, but instead of following his normal routine he came home two hours later and slipped back into the house.Sneaking through his own house like a criminal felt absurd, but he did it anyway.When his best friend told him he thought their wives were more than just friends Jason hadn’t believed it. Things like that didn’t happen in real life. So when Rose told him that Miranda was coming over that day to help her in the garden he knew what he had to do.As he creeps upstairs, he hears soft voices and sees that the bedroom door has been left ajar. He leans forward until he can see into the room. And there they are, Rose and Miranda together in bed.Jason watches them. He can’t help but appreciate how beautiful Rose is like this, her head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open. Sure, he’s seen her like this before, but it’s not the same when he’s the one moving above her, when he’s focused on what he’s doing, what he’s feeling.Now he can j
Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance Cookie
Renata climbs the stairs from the dungeon, brushes aside the leather curtain, and looks around. Tonight she doesn’t need a fancy station. She only needs a quietcorner and a chair. This room will do nicely.She takes a seat against the wall. Like a lioness crouched by a watering hole, she watches the snack table across the room. People come, people go. Then her patience pays off. Vicki’s red latex minidress and stiletto ankle boots identify her. She’s trying to drink a Coke with one hand while holding a chocolate-chip cookie with the other. It’s awkward with the cuffs. Renata strides over and presses herself against Vicki’s back.“When’s your break over?” “Now.” Vicki lowers her snack. “Good. Keep the cookie.”A hand on Vicki’s biceps, Renata propels her across the room. Vicki’s ass and boobs jiggle under the low-cut latex. The ankle cuffs mean she has to shuffle quickly to keep up. By the time they get to Renata’s chair, Vicki’s breathing hard.Renata drops Vicki’s arm and sits,
Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance Cuckold's nest
He was young and his cock was as hard as a steel rod. No foreplay was necessary. He took off his clothes and, bang: hard and ready. Not like your sad, little caged protuberance. I can’t imagine you were ever like that, were you?” She shook her head in mock sadness as she gazed at Bob. He knelt, naked, with the exception of the chastity device affixed to his cock andballs. He yawned, silently. “Does this bore you?”“Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more.“And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat.Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”“Look, Barbara,” Bob stood up. “I just don’t think th
