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...

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...

Denial

“This will be the last time I see you” You drop the phrase casually, like my discarded knickers on the floor beside the bed. I reel. Still laid in the warm sheets heated by our fucking not half an hour before. “What?! Why?” I feel the prickle of tears behind my eyes. Rejection chases through...

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...

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...

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...

Green Eyes

He saw her every day at work. His breathe would catch in his throat as he’d see her dark waves of hair reflecting the fluorescent lights. She couldn’t possibly know how she plagued his thoughts day and night. Her image twisted into his darkest fantasies. How he imagined knotting his hands into those raven...

Shhh…

The air was thick with the threat of a storm as I ran from the pub towards the station. Why was I never dressed for the weather? The heels I struggled to walk in had seemed like such a good idea at the start of the evening. As the rain started I wished I’d...

The Stroke of Midnight

Drunkenly stumbling out from the bathroom I see him leant against the chrome bar running along the plate glass windows. Stopping for a moment I smile lazily. All this time and I’ve not lost the butterflies I feel when I see him. Collecting myself I sashay across the hallway, aiming for seductive and probably...