Tagged: Free erotica

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Dr. J.’s Top Ten Most-Read Erotic Stories of 2020

This year Dr. J.’s Top Ten most-read stories span the life of my blog and represent each year I’ve written. I guess the deep dive for stories had to do with the pandemic. Lots of reading to keep us busy and distract us. When I compared it to the Top Ten List of 2019, I was struck that the 10th and 1st position stories were the same. 10 Truck Sex and The Calendar Man tied for the tenth spot. Truck Sex, a nostalgic revisit of sexual firsts in the truck, clocks in TIED for Number 10. Joy and Bubba reclaim...

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Dr. J.’s Top 10 Erotic Blog Stories of 2019

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...

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Sounds Sexy, Right? A Writer’s Dream

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....

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Take Me For A Ride

“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...

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Adonis and Ragnar the Magnificient

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...

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The Cowboy

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...

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Rein Me In

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...

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2+1=2

“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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Captive

I am participating in Friday Flash. This picture prompted the story. Blindfolded and perched on the mahogany swivel piano stool, Audrey opened her legs for his inspection. Stephen hummed the tune she had finished playing for him. This world renowned pianist delighted the masses with her musical talent, and they never knew she directed him, playing her. “Spread your legs wider and sit still.” He dropped to one knee, with his body between her legs, and glanced up at her. She bit the corner of her bottom lip, her signature tell, impatience. He smiled, knowing she would get what she...

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Sexual Synergy

I knew the second John James walked into the room. It was fifteen minutes before my class ended. His presence sent my body and mind into a tailspin of robust sexual desire. With skin flushing, I stepped into my total sexual self. Destiny or fate provided me the only person who could flip that switch. However, his unannounced arrival in the classroom meant one thing, a threesome. As I wrote on the whiteboard, my lecture topic became sexualized. I knew John’s eyes were on my ass. I almost dropped the marker as I imagined his hand dragging my skirt up...