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…
“I’ll take a triple decker chocolate ice cream cone,” Greg said to the teenage boy in his cone hat working at the Frostie Freeze. “Three dollars,” the boy replied, bored. Greg set down the bills. “You’re really ripping us off, you know. Three dollars for one cone.” The boy in the odd hat shrugged and…
Recent statistics show that, of all marriages and long term relationships in the UK, some 5% practice what is known as “ethical non monogamy”. Such open marriages, polyamory and swinging are referred to within practicing circles by the generic term of “lifestyle”. One such married couple in the lifestyle are Karl and Cecelia. Karl is…
Charles, who sat across from me at the dinner table, cut his lasagna with a knife in his right hand and the fork in his left. He then set down the knife and ate using the fork in his right hand. After each bite, he dabbed the corners of his mouth with the black cloth…
Marissa double-knotted the laces on the rented roller skates. The tan high-tops had four bright orange wheels with one wheel studded at the toe to be a makeshift brake. Sitting on the bench, she rolled her feet forward and back over the worn, star-covered fluorescent carpet. “I haven’t been on skates in about twenty years,”…
I was in France for a week-long training at our satellite office. I stacked it after two weeks of vacation in Europe and was happy this last stretch of the trip was going to be solo. I had had enough of constant traveling, socializing and obligatory family visits (first world problems, I know). My boyfriend…
Misty McGuire felt a surge of titillation in her chest when she saw Darren, son of Greg, take his seat in the middle of her European History class. He looked like his father—same eyes and nose and controlled verve. He was a quiet student, never making a fuss or causing a disruption. She quelled the…
Previous: Yoga on the Roof Part 2 Shelly started to perspire from the heat and hot sun as soon as she quick-stepped from the air-conditioned airport terminal to the cab. It wasn’t until her jaunt from the cab to the motel entry that she felt the temperate Pacific winds. The humidity in Puerto Vallarta was…
Previous: Yoga On The Roof, Part 1 Shelly arrived home after two weeks of constant travel for a series of photo shoots and even a conference speaking engagement. By the last leg of the trip, she begged for her own bed, her own shower, her own soft towels, her own closet full of clothes. Most…
Before knocking on Brandon’s front door, Steve picked up a nondescript plastic package that a delivery man had tossed carelessly to the doorstep. Dawn Davis, Brandon’s mom, was the recipient. Steve noticed a slight tear in it. Not thinking as he waited for the door to open, he fingered the rip. His finger touched latex…
Dawn Davis stopped her red Audi coupe along the curb on Ewing Street. The neighborhood was one of the oldest in the city, and the gentrification reflected early Greek Revival-style homes and a few, rare Gothic Revival residences. The neighborhood was ideal for a stroll on a warm late-summer evening with fireflies while the sun…
Jake banged his head on the metal locker and groaned. “I got Mr. Hein for health class. The guy with the yellow teeth. What a waste. My doodling will so improve this semester. Who did you get for health?” Mark scanned his semester’s schedule. “Mrs. Larson, just after lunch, third period.” “Mrs. Larson! Man, you…
Sadie collapsed onto the plush love seat, exhausted. Marissa looked amused at her. “Why the hell does the drive here wear me out so much? It’s not even two hours long.” She tried to laugh out her frustration, but tiredness overtook. She attempted to release the remainder of the stress by running her hands through…
Roger Westinghouse studied his grandfather’s binoculars from World War II. He removed the covers of the eye lenses, put the binoculars to his eyes but saw complete darkness. His dad, Lewis Westinghouse, nudged him. “Take off the lens cover. It helps.” Roger looked at the large end of the lenses. “Makes sense.” Roger pulled off…