It was too hot in their apartment. It always was. The eighth floor and the 300 days of sunshine meant that as the heat rose, and stayed there, their apartment was a constant 80 degrees. With the oven on, the air conditioning wasn’t enough. Melanie stood in her kitchen, wearing only an apron around her…
I love my house and being in it, but a country-wide self-quarantine was starting to wear on me. My home started to feel like a prison and the bedroom that is normally my sanctuary, my tantric escape, was now my cell. I needed more. More of what, I didn’t know, just more than this. I…
The skin of the peach with fragrant down pliant beneath her fingers, glistened with crystal beads of moisture. They coated her fingertips as she played thoughtlessly with the fruit and looked out on the warm day. She watched the breeze through the trees come and play silently with the curtains, drawn back to expose her…
Corey glanced up as Jackie banged another mug into the dishwasher. “You trying to break something?” he said mildly from the living room. Jackie paused, soapy hands dripping onto the counter. “Sorry. It’s just-” she gestured vaguely over the sink. “The everything.” She shot him a dagger-eyed look as the corner of his mouth rose…
“You’re driving me crazy!” We stared at each other. Intense stares brought on by weeks of following orders and working from home. That we loved each other was never in question, but after weeks of mostly being shut inside, we were both grating on each other a bit more than normal. So there we were,…
Behind her mask, Penelope watches. She takes in a woman carefully selecting a bunch of beets, knowing that her pussy will taste like beet juice: earthy, subtly sweet, a little intoxicating. She imagines the woman’s fingers stained magenta, sliding from Penelope’s pussy and into her mouth—she can almost taste the colors. Her tongue tingles as…
At first it had been easy, and Jim would freely admit as much, but after a couple of days the novelty wore off. He always thought being told to stay home from work, and (luckily, with his job) getting paid to do so, would be a dream come true. As with so many things in…
When schools closed due to fears of a contagious virus, teachers, like Mrs. Mower, began to live in front of a live video stream. They started interacting with students through live streams, chatrooms, and amateur video lessons. As a math teacher, Mrs. Mower learned to be especially engaging, because students had more distractions in their…
Not only were we shocked at how many entries we received for our #StayHome Erotica Contest (a LELO personal record), we were also shocked at how many fantasies our participants shared! It seems like a lot of you are getting busy with the help of a buzzy little pleasure maker, and the rest of you…
Skype sex is better than being alone. I spend hours in isolation doing my hair and makeup. There’s nothing better to do. Dig out strappy lingerie with the thigh-highs, committing to heels while I’m at it: not like I have to walk anywhere in them tonight. (After a few weeks of sheltering in pajama pants,…
Paul had been spending the day working on their old wooden boat. The big storm was now over and he had to repair the deck, fix the winches and the ropes, aiming to sail with Zoe once winter is over. Holding the ropes on the rolling boat brought him memories of how naughty Zoe was…
My lovely lady licks her lips; Ten gifts lie at her fingertips. Come unwrap your presents, here’s your chair. She smooths her skirt; I touch her hair. Gift 1 is hard and shaped like me. Toy 2 vibrates. So does 3 . The fourth ’s a blindfold wrapped in twine. I place it…
I was having a hard time fulfilling my role as the company Santa. I managed to pass out all of the presents, but the whole time I was thinking about her. Those legs had me drooling to run my hands up them and that shade of red lipstick that matched her dress had me imagining…
“I found a great way to use our leftover wrapping paper.” Lucy’s voice filters in from the living room as Theresa finishes removing her boots, hat, scarf, gloves, and coat. “Oh, yeah?” Theresa says, stepping into the living room. “And what’s th—” Words leave her when she sees Lucy on her knees on the living…
“Who’s there?” Jill replied. “Room service,” came the reply, almost automatic, muted slightly by the weight of the closed door. Jill rose from the bed and stood, curling her toes for a moment in the thick weave of the carpet and casually walked over to the door. She opened it with a smile, and enjoyed…
The short leather skirt was tight on the blonde’s ass, making it look bigger. Her legs were long and slim and she wore red high-heels that announced her presence on the dimly-lit street. As she walked, she knew the man behind was staring. She could feel it. Suddenly, she stopped and let her silver zippo…
They showered briefly before making their way, one at a time to the bed. She took off her towel and slid under the silky sheets and waited for him. He emerged in only a towel, quickly drying off and then locking eyes. He made his way to the bed, slowly pulled the sheet of her…
12:11 a.m. She awoke to her television casting gray pictures on the wall of her small bedroom. Before turning it off and rolling over, she sat up in her bed and glanced out of the window. An overhead light was on in the apartment across a deep alley and a floor down from hers. She…