Erotica

A collection of lip-biting erotica

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Memories of Tonight

Staring into the mirror I survey the damage, face in disarray, hair a shadow of the curled perfection it was when I left the house. Tugging at the lash strips adorning my lids I flash back to earlier. So much flirting, so much sexual tension. Alcohol always makes me horny but being around her...

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...
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