Erotica

A collection of lip-biting erotica

Guest Blog for F. Leonora Solomon

As you probably know I attended Eroticon this year and met loads of fabulous people. One of the people I had really earmarked to meet was the lovely F. Leonora Solomon. I’m a huge fan of her work and regularly take part in her fantastic Friday Flash meme on Twitter. If you enjoy writing erotica...

Exposed

I close my eyes as he strokes my cheek while kissing me, before leading me down the woodland path. I’m breathless with need as I follow him, taking in every inch of his tall frame, wide shoulders, strong and intimidatingly sexy. Stopping in front of a pretty little bench dipped back into the woodland he pulls...

*Beep!*

She flicked through the thumbnails on the porn site almost absentmindedly. Eventually they all blurred into one. “Big titted blonde sucks cock” “BBW Milf gets DPed” “Amateur couple have foursome” She yawned. When did porn get so boring? Closing the window on her phone she collapsed backwards on the sofa. Her hand idly sliding down her knickers. The...

Servitude

Funny how time stretches when you can’t measure it. Did I kneel there under his gaze for a minute or an hour? it’s hard to tell. No ticking of a clock to give me a clue. Just the regular throb of my pulse in my clit as I await my servitude. He moves slightly...

The Lovers

The cool air gently caresses my cheek as the overhead fan turns. I sit hypnotised by the rhythmic turning of the card as the Tarot reader translates the pictures. Her buttery soft voice soothing my nerves. Turning the last card, she strokes her hand across the picture, The Lovers, oh the irony. It had...

The Scarlet Show

The music throbs as she cups the round of my arse. Closing my eyes, her lips nuzzle in the hollows of my throat sending shocks through my body. Dancing pressed against each other I try hard not to get lost, I have a show to put on. Leaning back to expose my tits to...

Holy Halloween, Batman!

The irony of being ghosted at Halloween. I’d told my friends I didn’t know what the problem was but that wasn’t true. It wasn’t his fault he got jealous when I went out and I really wanted to go to the Halloween party. I’d pushed my luck and he was punishing me, I was...

The Icing on the Cake

Flour and icing sugar are sprinkled liberally on the counter and floor, I survey the chaos we’ve left in our wake. I should care, I don’t. My skin sticky from smears of jam and scatterings of icing sugar licked from my breasts. My whites lay carelessly on the floor. It started off innocently, as...

The Plan

Flutters of nerves chase through my stomach as I check my appearance for the millionth time. Smoothing my suspender skirt down over my hips I calm my breathing, convincing myself I can do this. Appraising my reflection, I’m pleased to see I look the part. I tell myself it’s natural, as I touch up my...

Playing the Game

The cursor blinked, sitting lonesome on the empty page. How can one little mail be so hard to write? If only she had given as much thought to everything. It had started a game. Hot and horny, seeking gratification, validation perhaps. She had always loved control. The mind games had been aphrodisiac. Spicing up that...