Previous: Behind the Door, Part 4 – An Erotic Story — Miss Kennedy’s classroom had a new ambiance. Not of learning or happy school days but of dirty, hard fucks and unbridled lust. The remembrance of deeds done hanged in the corners of the ceiling, like cobwebs, and the others were covered over by the…
Shawn tapped a Bic pen in a blasé rhythm on the boardroom table. He already was bored, and the long meeting had not even started. Slouched in his chair, his mind again dreamed of an on-time escape from work to a local bar this evening. His following series of thoughts was reliving the moment when…
Miss Kennedy gasped as she stepped out of her happy Kindergarten classroom. She had almost bumped into a tall man. Just before colliding with him, though, he grabbed her arms at the elbows. In that momentary cincture, she melted in his grip. His hands pinned her arms to her sides. His large fingers encompassed her…
Two chatty teachers headed to the parking lot at the end of the school day. Seeing the custodian mopping the tiled hallway, they slowed their steps. “Be careful, Jenna,” Natalia Hampton said, ending their chit-chat. “It’s wet. Don’t slip.” She took Jenna’s thin hand. “I’m okay,” the lean Kindergarten teacher said as she pulled away…
I arrive at the pub five minutes early and take a quick scan of the room. One of my friends suggested that I try out a new dating app and it seemed like a good idea at the time. I can see my date sitting at the bar and he’s every bit as attractive as…
At 11:07 in the morning, the mechanical monkey on Miss Kennedy’s desk clapped its cymbals and wildly tottered side to side. The monkey alarm went insane every weekday at that exact time. And, at hearing it, all throughout the classroom, Kindergarteners stopped their activities and began to sing. Miss Kennedy led her waist-high choir with…
I look out the window and sigh. He’s working on the car again and a wave of jealousy washes over me. I’ve never understood why some people become so attached to their rides, giving them pet names and stroking them when they think no-one is watching. Restoring that monstrosity is taking up most of his…
Parker harshly massaged his temples. “We should not be doing this, man. It’s just… just not right. We’re going to get in trouble—big trouble. Police. FBI. Prison.” Lance, however, sat at the spread of his four computer monitors. His face was whitewashed with the bright screens contrasting the room’s dim lighting. Lance’s fingers clacked nonstop…
Mark slammed the faucet handle, cutting the flow. “No hot water!” he yelled and flung the water off his hand for emphasis. “I can’t believe it.” He yanked a towel off the oven handle and wiped his hands. “No hot water upstairs either. Sink or shower, both bathrooms.” Fred leaned his hip against the granite…
On the gray morning after they had chatted at work, Paul passed by Marjorie’s desk oddly cheerful. “Good morning, Marjorie!” he said with a wave. “It’s a great day to have a great day, isn’t it?” His greeting pulled her attention from the spreadsheet of financial disclosures on her computer screen. She was surprised by…
Henry gazes at me from the other side of the small, round table and the other diners at the restaurant seem to fade away. It is as if we are the only two people who exist in our own private, little world. I smile at him playfully as he reaches for my delicate hand and…
Bobby grabbed the last bottle of bourbon and meandered back to the couch. But he stopped at an odd China cabinet. The old-fashioned piece of furniture was suited for a grandmother’s house, not a young guy’s place. Even stranger, though, were the contents. There were no fragile plates, gravy bowls or prissy tea cups on…
Dawn felt nervous as she sat on the train approaching Wilmslow station. She was beginning to wonder if what she was doing was a good idea after all. She was about to meet, and possibly spend a couple of days with a man she had never met before, though she had been exchanging messages with…
Kevin got a lump in his throat when, from across the hills of piled produce at the farmers market, he saw a tall, lovely woman in a flappy-brimmed Havana hat and a flowery sundress. Standing there, she held a cucumber in each hand. She compared the two. The thickness, length, color. She put back the…
Knock, knock, knock. I open the door to find Guy standing there with a dishevelled appearance and a bewildered expression. He’s holding a blown-out umbrella and his hair is dripping wet from the violent downpour. “Come in,” I say, whilst trying not to laugh at his misfortune. “Thanks Lola. I’ve had a really shitty day.” …
Long after the sun had set, Wade locked the door of the field house. Since the course had closed that day, he and his team had sprayed insecticides and applied growth enhancers to the grass. They had seeded trees and laid sod. Following the numerous bad golfers, they had even repaired divots and ball marks.…
Gerald hop-skipped across Berry Street to the city library. The howling wind whipped his jacket and ruffled his hair. Once on the curb, he checked his wristwatch: 7:52. He had a little time before the library closed for the night. The exterior lights on both sides of the library’s double doors glowed yellow-white in the…
“So you think you got skills?” Vinny crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head. Lurita felt his eyes study her, questioning such a bold statement from a small woman. Though petite in frame with a sharp chin, Lurita bolstered herself. She determined to prove her confidence. “No question about it.” She raised…
A speeding golf cart skidded harshly on the pebbled path. It stopped in front of the field house. Wade Dean, the golf course’s general manager, banged his way through the door of the field house. “What’s the problem now?” He put his hands on the roof of the cart and push his forehead against his…
A flux of air lifted the corner of the top page of Dave’s sales contract. He suddenly wasn’t home alone. A whoosh would happen whenever someone entered from the garage. Dave heard a mean grunt, metal buckles thwack the kitchen counter, the sharp cracks of salt and pepper shakers hitting the hardwood floor. Dave rolled…
The “bump into” always leads to the backslide. Seinfeld Exiting the supermarket that late afternoon, the double doors automatically whooshed wide for Vernon, and exactly then he knew he wasn’t alone. He held a brown bag with two bottles of wine, clinking, nestled in his arm like precious babies. Two fingers on his hand held…
Previous Story: Lover Under Her Moon, Part 1 Marissa appeared from under the bed sheet, directly aligned with Sadie’s sweet navel. She looked like an overworked nun. Her cheeks and forehead were reddened, overheated, as if having just run a marathon. Her lips were puffy, and her face was slathered with wet pleasure of Sadie’s…
Previous Chapter: Her Only Fan, Pt. 2 Danni and Anna relaxed one evening on Danni’s couch, sipping, of all things, champagne. Danni was grinning. She watched Anna watch the tiny bubbles rise in the narrow flute. “What’s all this for?” Anna asked, still mesmerized. “You’re not one for popping open the ‘bubbly.’” Danni’s chest fluttered…
Previous Story: Evelin In Administration Part 2 Shawn waited until the end of the day before he visited the Administration Office and its new director, Evelin Webber. A few minutes after 6, he knocked on an open door with an Administration Office placard on it. “Hello, Evelin. Are you here?” he called. No one answered.…
Read previous: Employee Investigation – An Erotic Story Being a Real Estate agent, my clients willingly grant me access to their personal space while they are away. Nevertheless, homeowners often clean up and stow away private items far under beds and deep into closets. Oftentimes—for the sake of good stewardship only!—I happen to peruse under…
The first ring of her phone didn’t jar Anna’s attention from the drama unfolding a few feet from her on the wide-screen TV. At the second ring, she mindlessly picked up the small phone and drooled out a hello. “Hi, Anna, it’s me,” Danni said. “Something’s up.” “Okay.” Anna winced as two men exchanged punches…
“Why would a woman do this?” Paul growled as he flung himself onto the center sofa cushion, making its springs eek. “She said the filthiest things! And then she leaves no way to get a hold of her? That’s torture! It’s insane.” “Then maybe you don’t want to find her—if she’s insane, that is,” Ricky…
I first met Ava when she arrived on base with some research technology shit-gadget. It was supposed to improve night vision or surveillance or some kind of communication between this and that. By the time I was to use the thing, it had been busted and determined to be a dud of a military device.…
Marjorie was the sweetest girl in the office—maybe in the world. She always had a bright, white smile and never had a bad day. In the morning, she would say to everyone, “It’s a awesome day to be alive, isn’t it?” Her coworkers said she was too sweet. They avoided passing by her desk most…
Raymond couldn’t sleep one night, so he found himself staring at late-night TV infomercials with rambunctious hosts. One guy’s emphatic salesmanship caught his attention. He lauded the newest device that he said was revolutionizing the world. “I promise that you will not believe this device. I didn’t believe it. Nope, I never would have. Not…
Dawn Davis slid the Buy Now tab across the screen of her smartphone. Her response to Megan’s gifts now was complete. She started a text to give her friend a warning but stopped. It was best to just let the gift arrive. A surprise reaction would be great. Dawn was on a business call a…
The concert hall was sold out for our annual Choral Society performance, the culmination of a long season of concerts. The excitement of the evening was palpable. This was an annual event that many people had waited for and bought tickets for months in advance. The palpability was intense for us too, especially after months…
Previous: Evelin in Administration, Part 1 Shawn waited until the end of the day before he visited the Administration Office and its new director, Evelin Webber. A few minutes after 6, he knocked on an open door with an Administration Office placard on it. “Hello, Evelin. Are you here?” he called. No one answered. There…
Hannah is a young woman, about 25, slim, petite, pretty, and graceful, living in the home counties. The town she lives in is not very exciting. Nor, to be honest, is her job, a shop assistant in a large supermarket. Also, in her experience she has found the local young men unexciting too. When she…
Read or listen to the previous chapter: Yoga On The Roof, Part 4 Alessandra shadowboxed in the late afternoon on the roof of the apartment building. Jab, jab, jab. Right hook, left hook. Jab, jab. Uppercut. She grunted with each punch, emphasizing her power against the invisible enemy. Her face was balled up in a…
“You’re sure you don’t want to?” my husband asked, a little disappointment lingering in his voice. Shuffling down the aisle of the cabin of the airplane and not letting our bags hit people who were seated, I answered over my shoulder. “The bathrooms are gross. Think of all the people who have been in them.”…
Late that Saturday evening, Harold hauled the last box through the door of his new apartment. He swiped sweat off his forehead and stretched his back after carrying the boxes to the twelfth floor, albeit with the aid of an elevator. He had jammed all his belongings into the one-bedroom apartment on Florence Avenue, all…
Joan had accumulated so many hours of paid time off for her job as a saleswoman in the pharmaceutical company that her young manager asked her to stay home for a day. “You know the company policy, Joan,” said Shawn Markson, a handsome African American. “Use it or lose it. And I don’t want you…
Rays of golden light stream through sheer curtain panels drawn haphazardly together. Each beam provides an unnatural opulence to the small flecks of dust hanging in the air. But everything in this room, everything this early morning sun touches, revolves around her and where she rests. A cocktail that found its way from the hotel…
It was a warm Friday night, the second night of the annual Jackson County Fair. The place was packed with people for this annual weekend event. The fairgrounds smelled of fresh popcorn, corndogs, and apples dipped in caramel. The lines at the food trucks were long for cinnamon elephant ears and tacos and fried cheese…
The massage chair at the fitness center kneaded Mary’s stressed body. The rollers crept up to her shoulders and down to her lower back. She was on the cusp of an ethereal state. Then two women woke her. “This is the Hydro Massage I told you about. You will love, love, love it.” The room…
We like to think that, as a society, we have made progress over the years in the areas of tolerance and acceptance of different sexualities. For example: homosexuality. Until 1967, this was illegal in the UK. If convicted, a man would be sent to jail and incarcerated with hundreds of sex starved men (which I…
Part 1 Meaghan idly twirled the hair behind her ear as she waited for the others to join the conference call. Technically she was the church secretary, but in reality, she was the day school coordinator, facilities manager, bookkeeper, and any other position that her husband, Blake, needed her to fill. On top of her…
Story inspired by following illustration: Ever since hooking up with Daniel, the twelve days of Christmas have been anything but innocent. On the first day of Christmas, my true love married sweetheart sent me one pair of mistletoe-patterned panties. On the second day of Christmas, my secret lover sent me two red stockings with white…
Story inspired by following illustration: For many families around the world, Christmas morning is the most exciting one of the year. At the North Pole, it’s usually the quietest as one jolly old man gets his rest. Santa Claus slogged through into the kitchen from the workshop in the wee hours of Christmas morning. “How…
Story inspired by following illustration: “Jesus Christ,” Theo says under his breath, flicking his eyes towards Nadia. “Stop squirming, would you?” Nadia shakes her head, scoffing. She shifts her weight and crawls further under the Christmas tree, one hand around the trunk, the other around the plastic stand. Theo stands above her, arms deep in…
By popular demand and with a few improvements, the LELO holiday erotica contest is back! So light your candles, dim the lights and stimulate your creative juices for a chance to win a free LELO toy. In an upgrade to previous contests, we are now accepting submissions on any of our blog languages, including English,…
Our in-the-office affair now needs to be an out-of-office affair, we both agreed. Above all, it MUST survive our pending retirement as both our future happiness depends largely on how Clive’s actual wife and my very occasional guy view the situation, assuming I’d even bother to tell him, that is. Clive and I have shared…
An interview to die for… if you’re a hands-on type? Starting just with her Mum and her best friend Simone some 4 years ago, it was now time to increase her sales staff, which, in reality, was just her. Constantly needing to try fresh ideas, she was hoping that her first [proper] employee would broaden…
PREVIOUS: Yoga On The Roof, Part 3 After hearing the heavy knock, Shelly stood on her tiptoes to peek through the peephole of her apartment’s front door. A Latino man stood in the middle of the hallway, hands on his hips. She knew who he was. The guy had texted her several times over the…