She opened the door to him and watched him as he looked down shyly. She smiled and realized he had found her note and wondered how he had felt reading it. Letting him in, she closed the door softly and followed him into the lounge where he took his jacket off and put his bag…
I think about him the entire twenty-minute journey home. A montage of moments of my selection from the night. The curl of his mouth as he laughed at something I said. My God, the draw of his delicious mouth. The image of his hand on my elbow and the flex of his forearm. The moment…
We matched online during the lockdown, and since then we’ve had countless video calls, sending each other photos of our dinner, watching films together, virtually. Since we couldn’t progress things further in person, we’d been sharing one or two fantasies with each other, a late night steamy rendezvous with seductive pictures and dirty words. We…
We stand at the bar for 10 minutes with his hand holding my elbow as if I might run away if he lets go. We rehearse the obligatory small talk. “It’s been so long,” “god, we’re old (29 has never seen old),” “what do you do for work?” “surprise, surprise, like you were ever going…
It had been a warm Summer night when we first met (isn’t it always?!). I remember the skin on my nose feeling tight from the day’s sun. My freckles were out in force. I had one of those soft grins going on that only comes with a day of drinking beers from the bottle in…
I shouldn’t be here. To tell the truth, I don’t know how I got here. I always found it an unnerving thing – to arrive at a destination without witnessing the journey. Tonight is different though. Anxiety fizzes beneath the surface but it isn’t the same kind. There is no heavy ball in my stomach.…
It had been weeks since she first told him that she wanted to try something new. Late one night, after having finished making love, she turned to him and asked what he would think of her if she wanted to be tied up. His arousal grew instantly in that moment. In the following weeks, as…
Before I put another notch in my lipstick case You better make sure you put me in my place Pat Benatar, Hit Me with Your Best Shot Shawn sat at the faux oak boardroom table in the cool room, waiting for the meeting to start. Evelin sat down across from him. He looked up in…
When Harry and I first met his bicep was the size of my head, and his chest was a forest of black curls my fingers would traverse every night until my eyes turned from open to closed. The forest has thinned out within the last five years and no longer gets nightly visitors. Now my fingers are…
Gomenasai! R. and I were in all the same college classes and would drive home down the coast on weekends together. Mostly to see our families, but on a practical level, to pick up care packages and clean clothes that would see us through another week in school. The “studying”, while probably necessary if you’d…
The Queen was standing robed in the middle of the greatroom, her dark tendrils of hair loose and wild falling near her navel. Tonight was a bloodmoon, and the virgin sacrifice would be made. The virgin was beckoned to approach the Queen. Heart racing, she approached the Queen who smiled. “My child,” she crooned so…
The news was a distant murmur in the background as the coffee pot on the stove began to hiss and tremble as it filled the kitchen with the bitter sweet smell of forgotten escapes. Places visited many lifetimes ago when you could soak up the tastes and smells of exotic destinations which were now just…
Let’s face it, that moment, the moment when he enters you and lets out that moan that you’ve been waiting for, that’s ecstasy. We’ve been toying around with eachother for days, getting on with odd jobs, barely having the time to pause and notice our own company. Except for the occasional tantilising glance or a…
Sabrina’s right hand hovered tentatively over her mouse, the cursor poised to click Broadcast. While she’d always found the idea of showing off for others a huge turn-on, she’d never dared to actually act on this fantasy. She’d come close a few times – and had even registered on an amateur cam site – but…
“Now. You’ll stay there until I decide otherwise.” The words echoed in her ears still. He’d sounded calm, almost bored, but she could hear the underlying irritation. She knew she shouldn’t have done it… They’d just been holed up in the house for so long! How could he expect her to behave when they were…
I live in a little, old two-story Dutch revival I bought with my boyfriend Chris three years ago. Expensive, so… two roommates. Marcus and Jason, great guys and friends of Chris’ from college. The house is adorable on a tree-lined street in a quiet little neighborhood. It’s super cozy and I love hanging out in…
As I walked up the front steps of our townhouse, my mind wandered to my wife to whom I had been married almost two months. We had avoided sex before getting married but had some very erotic make-out sessions that will stay with me forever. For a while at the beginning of our marriage, it…
The pressure of quarantine pushed people from their apartments. Aysa sat on her fire escape on the fifteenth floor of the old apartment building, soaking in the respite. But respite wasn’t the only reason she was there. Several stories below, on the top of the neighboring apartment building, was a secret garden. The garden was…
As Celest writhed under the blankets, her body swaddled within the sheets, dampness seeped from her pussy, activating a deep throbbing inside. Within their spoon she could feel his swollen member against her arse, teasing her anus with the tip of his well lubed cock. She pressed herself into him, willing him to slide into…
Isolation, day 32… It was time to put her plan into action, after all it was her turn now… Starting with her outfit, Sarah dressed in a leather bustier with a handy side zipper for easy removal when the time came and a pair of knee-high stiletto leather boots completed it, panties she decided weren’t…
The television hums— “…The number of confirmed cases has surpassed 985,000…” My eyes glaze over as the reporter drones on. I’ve heard it all before, and it just gets worse each day. This shit’s inescapable. As frightening as it is, who knew the end of the world would be so… fucking dull? Stay the fuck inside. That’s…
One month since the beginning of confinement. My boyfriend is spending his days in endless phone calls and zoom meetings while I stay parked in the bedroom, not allowed to show my face. As a freelance journalist, I am used to staying at home. Unfortunately, I am facing my worst case of writer’s block and…
Maybe it’s all the time I spend starring at these four damn walls all day but… “One more minute,” she shouts through the door. …that minute seemed like a lot to ask of me right now. Especially with a necktie on. Dress up for date night, sure, I can appreciate that. But please, don’t make…
Lascivious ravagement She strode down the long hallway enjoying the pleasurable experience of the fine silk fabric against her nipples. Her négligé barely covered the curve of her behind and the darkness at her front. She felt freedom as a gentle bouncing followed the rhythm of her walk. Usually this solitude was her most prized…
Day 1 of Isolation My relationship had always been pretty vanilla. The sex was always great, but we never really pushed any boundaries. It never felt lacking, but we were both busy people. Experimentation wasn’t really a priority. You could probably blame this on the boredom. Being at home together was great, but doing nothing…
It was my birthday, and he’d so far ignored me all day, despite my efforts to look extra special today. I’m not annoyed with him, I just hoped for something special, since it was my first birthday with him. I was in our kitchen cooking my own birthday meal, my favourite spaghetti pomodoro, while I…
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…
Funny how you never think of her until you’re alone. Funny how your best friend is just your best friend until it’s two a.m. and you can’t sleep for the third night in a row; heat pools in your belly and you’ve never wanted her more. Funny how you used to think you just liked…
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…
My boss, Julianne Billing, sits in her pristine gray and yellow home-office completely unaware of what I have going on under the table. It’s thrilling to tell the truth. I’ve never done anything like this before – hadn’t much considered it an option really – but when the video chat tone started going off right…
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…
The walls between our apartments are paper-thin, leaving some, and much, to the imagination. Sometimes I hear muffled voices or music playing quietly. Other times, I hear a lot more. The first time I heard them fucking, I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned my ear in closer to the wall to get a better listen.…
My room is dark and my bed is empty and fuck I wish you were here. The sheets around me slip and slide. Cool to the touch, they prick at my skin and send shivers down my spine. The folds trace at my arms, hips, stomach, inner thighs, and though my room is dark I…
As lockdown stretches indefinitely, I find myself left to my own devices (vibrating or otherwise). I know I am very lucky to stay safe at home. Forced isolation has me feeling repressed, but it may be why I had the most delightfully dirty dream the other morning. My boyfriend S. and I are long-distance and…
The late winter wind whipped off the lake, sending ripples across the water. The cloud cover, heavy and pendulous, had eventually given way to a grey, driving rain that had blanketed the area and driven everyone inside. The hidden sun was fading into twilight and the rain had turned into a fog, thick and low.…
I sighed in contentment as my lover caressed my sides, laying small kisses along my shoulders and the nape of my neck. “Shhh, relax, let me do the work.” The low voice whispered in my ear and I turned my head slightly, only to be rewarded with a kiss. My lips parted as he deepened…
It had been two months of daily edging, two months with seven ruins, two months since her last orgasm. He had promised her that every two months, he would give her permission to cum. Tonight was the night she could finally have the orgasm she had been dreaming about. She wanted it to be amazing;…
“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…
The bar had a crack in the ceiling that spanned the length of the thousand square foot container for all things everyone twenty minutes East of here would lose their shit over. Just two Monday’s ago Jim, the owner, hosted a piss party on the back patio to celebrate the end of July. Twelve muscle…
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,…
She closed the door behind her and looked around for a space to sit. As always, it was fairly busy and mostly filled with men. Nothing new but hey, she was just here to sweat it out for a bit after a stressful week. She found a space on a ledge and sat on her…
LELO’s recent #StayHome campaign isn’t just about offering awesome discounts on pleasure makers that will keep you getting busy at home, it’s also about offering a chance to win epic free bundles through their latest erotica contest! Being cooped up inside can have us bottling up our sexual frustration, especially living with family or roommates,…
One of the life’s comical by-products is ones rose-coloured recollection – aided by blurred hindsight, glossed-over claims of imaginary “todger” length/girth, recalling how many occasions one gave pleasure and the inevitable blatant lie as to how long one kept the marathon “quickie” going. The oral pleasure received from ladies who had a natural and insatiable…
Cami opened her eyes, yawned, stretched and padded into the bathroom to start her day. Ross had already left for work and since she had the day off, a leisurely shower was first on her list. The combination of the rain shower and jets of water pummeling her body in just the right places turned…
We were sitting on a bench watching Mable, our Labrador, edge closer towards the next sightseers enjoying their picnic – it was our away-day ritual — after the daily grind of work, we would decide to go down to the coast – near the cliffs preferably – to gather our thoughts and relax to the…