Hello Erotica Readers! It’s hard to believe that 2019 closes out this week. I wanted to share my Top 10 Erotic Blog Reads for the year. It amazes me to see what everyone likes. Adventure. Novelty. Settings. Kink. If you missed any of my stories, now is your chance to see the most popular. 10. The Calendar Man It is the first installment of a five-episode story about a kinky firefighter who moved to town and meets someone interesting in yoga class. 9. Working A Slick Connection This is the fourth installment of Bill and Sue’s bathroom shaving adventure. The...
I think writers are always looking for something to help the creative muse. This story idea came from an overheard conversation, a writer’s dream if you will. I captured it quickly and the mantra stuck in my mind. Sounds sexy, right? The hallway chatter from the other women caught my attention. It was odd because they were never this chatty on a writer’s meeting night. “Why is everyone so buzzed?” “Cora, don’t you read anything we send out?” Lulu glared at me. “It’s our new special event night.” She shoved a flyer in my hand. “Here.” I stared at it....
“I have something I want to show you.” I opened the car door and plopped into the passenger seat of John’s truck. “That’s what all the men say.” I waggled my eyebrows. It had been a while since we had truck sex. John looked straight ahead and gripped the steering wheel. “No, seriously, Suz. I want you to see this and give me an opinion.” Intensity flew off John like a Cat 4 hurricane, laced with an unusual side of edgy. “Sure. Show me.” “We have to go to it.” He started the ignition. His nervous energy bounced around the...
I missed last week’s post for Masturbation Monday due to sickness. My effort was there, but my body couldn’t get the story finished. This is what I crafted for Adrian Kenny’s picture. I sat on the lumpy mattress to check my messages. After two weeks of hotel rooms, I hit my overwhelmed and tired point. I had to change jobs. Where is George’s nightly text? I scrolled through until I found it. “Is the picture what you wanted?” I typed my reply. “No photo.” George wasn’t forgetful. The text box opened. “Lin, wait.” “You need me here to send a...
Life gets interrupted with so many things, but we trudge on. Sickness is tricky because it drains you both physically and emotionally. I’m on day 15 and just getting my head above water. I celebrated this Friday alongside my thank you tulips, coffee, and blueberry pie. I threw caution to the wind and enjoyed myself this morning. Everybody gets sick. It was my turn. That’s a risk of travel, and sharing over the holidays. One I will always accept. This ailment is a doozie. But you know what? Life goes on for this writer even from my day bed. I wrote,...
My friend enjoyed her requested story about the Viking, Ragnar. We met before I left for the holidays and she asked me to write another. I told her to give me specifics. “Can I add another man?” I laughed. “It’s fiction we can do anything.” She asked me to add Adonis and here he is! You might want to read the first episode: Ragnar the Magnificient. Ragnar/Alexander I watched Red fall into absolute rapture. My teeth in her skin sent her there. This woman with her responses caused me to burn. Her sounds and fruity scents were my kryptonite. Sometimes...
Thanksgiving events with non-erotica writing friends always spark lively discussions. Sometimes, I think they create a plan for when we are together. One of my friends asked me to write a specific fantasy. I sat between her and her partner as she created otherworldly elements, for me to include. I hope I have done Ragnar the Magnificent and Cinnamon a solid turn! Enjoy your tale crafted just for you, my friends. You know who you are! “What’s with the shopping bag, Red?” Alexander peeked inside and pulled out a Viking helmet. “Props for our sex fantasy.” “Our sex fantasy?” I...
Travel seems to tap into my creative streak. My trip to the oldest town in the United States, Saint Augustine again proves that true. An inn and a sexy man walking through inspired this tale. It happened while I sat at the dining room table of the historic bed-and-breakfast inn. Because the check-in area was a tiny space, the owner, Mrs. Lopez had asked me to wait in the combination parlor and dining room until she finished with the guests before me. The scent of coffee and pancakes lingered. The period décor reflected in the ornate furniture, colorful ceramic dishware,...
During the Sisters In Smut Convention, three erotica authors walked into a bar and spotted a cowboy, an angel, and a devil. Caught up in the reverie, three stories were born. This one is mine. Chuck had finished his smoky set, deep and full, much like the cigar scent in the historic Palace Salon. He balanced the guitar on his lap as he slipped the harmonica neck rack off his head. Words of life had flown off Chuck’s tongue in his trademark ebony sound as he strummed those chords and tapped his cowboy boots. But when he introduced his sensuous...
I was out of town again. Lovely inspirations show up. If you’re reading, EK, you started this. “Come on over and take a look,” said Hal. He had pulled out the photo album of past meetings for his reunion group. Something was up. Hal wasn’t sharing. Reminiscing was more accurate. When I spotted the picture of him with Janie Matthews, my intuition was confirmed. They looked great together, and it was obvious he had a thing for her. Even though he had my heart, he still carried a flicker of “what if” and I could work with that. The night...
The chill in the room continued to drop. My teeth chattered, but I had to stay focused. Rod had never used temperature this way to ramp up my desire. If I wiggled my foot, I touched the cold wrought iron bedpost. If I jiggled my hands, the icy metal of the handcuffs set me off. I imagined that even my warm breath made a little cloud in the air as I exhaled. What do I do now? The cloth blindfold was the only thing that could have provided warmth, but all it did was taunt me with the idea of...
I found Sonya on our bed, centered in a circle of disarrayed books with her magic wand humming. I moved to my designated place, the armchair at the foot of the bed. From there, like a patron of fine art, I studied the view, appreciating the nuance. Her foot attempted to hold her in place on the headboard of our bed like an anchor to this life. Sonya was lost in a trance, lost in ropes, or lips, probing or licking. She possessed a heightened skill of sexual empathy. Through the words in a story, she stepped into a character’s...
“Hey Evan, we’re here.” Jim and Brad arrived every Monday at 3 p.m. A year ago, a motorcycle accident paralyzed me. Only my motorcycle gang supported me. My partner ditched me when he determined I would never be physically whole. What a loser. That’s when Jim and Brad came to visit and made their offer. We have met like this ever since. I rolled my wheelchair into the living room. “Hey guys.” “Hey, man. You are looking good. I hope that means you have something fun in mind for today,” said Jim. “Yeah, I watched this video of two guys...
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