Tagged: MF

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Fiction / M/F Fiction

A Walled Reunion: An Erotic Short

Leaning against the barn, wearing my ragged jean skirt and old gifted boots, I waited. The scent of dirt, horses, and hay filled the air. Our ritual had been to meet here every Friday at the end of the workday for the hottest sex imaginable. Allen was a creature of habit but was he ten years later? A truck motor echoed in the air as it rumbled over the gravel road. My heart fluttered. As the vehicle came closer, it slowed and stopped within several feet of me. Through the windshield, I saw the face I missed. Allen stared at...

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Fiction / M/F Fiction

A Jasmine Bath and You

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...

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Fiction / M/F Fiction

Ragnar The Magnificent

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...

4

Fiction / M/F Fiction

Red and the Wolf

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,...

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Fiction

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...