His Journey To Cocksucking

By Edward Cantor: In a way, my trip could be described as crossing the ocean just to be taken. It wasn’t really that simple, but it was a rather fun way to think of it.

Dirty Little Numbers: Erotic Flash Fiction of 500 Words or Less | Free Excerpt

By Go Deeper Press: In Dirty Little Numbers, readers can expect the most erotic Brazilian waxing they’ve ever seen, a seduction by a lesbian Lolita, and a sex worker with a surprise up her skirt, who expects to be paid with "150 red roses."

A Sexy Night Owl on the Prowl

By Angels of London: Maria hails from the beautiful country of Spain. She grew up in Barcelona, and spent many late nights sipping rich, Spanish wine with friends and plotting her next sexy conquest.

Just An Hour | FemDom Fantasy Fiction Erotic Story

It was just an hour from when I got her message to when I arrived. Just an hour. Now, looking back, it seems almost impossible that there was just an hour of intermission between my old life to my new reality.

Alternative review of the Fantasy by Cara Sutra Beginner’s Bondage Kit, by Girl on...

We all know about ropes and floggers and cuffs – they feature not just in porn but in most erotica, in sex tips and magazines and That Book. But while it might be easy to ask your partner if you can handcuff them because you've seen this one tip in Cosmo, it could be a hell of a lot harder to explain the thrill of an actual power exchange. Of you giving yourself over to them, or them to you, to be led and moulded and treated and punished and all the things I personally love about being at the collar end of that strip of leather. You might not like that kind of thing, of course. But judging by how even a couple of my vanilla friends were keen to put it on, and be playfully led from sofa to garden, back to the sofa and straight onto my lap, it's certainly intriguing to many. And not just in a giggly 'oh we've had too much wine and sex toys are funny' way, in an 'ooh, I think I could get to like this but I'm not sure I'd admit it when sober' way.

Love Thy Neighbour

If my husband knew the way I thought about Carl, he would have freaked. If he only knew that I tended garden in my high-cut jean shorts and tight white tank top in the hopes that Carl would be outside mowing the lawn, washing his car, or even just getting the mail. If he only knew that I bent over, intentionally pushing my ass into the air, and spreading my legs, hoping that the tiniest hint of my thick lips could be seen pushing against the rough fabric. My body begged for Carl to look over and think about sucking on me.