“Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.” Theo squeezes my hand as the gravedigger dumps another shovel of dirt onto the polished wooden coffin. It’s very late in the afternoon and heavy, grey clouds have formed overhead. I forgot to bring my umbrella, so we are undoubtedly going to experience a downfall. The other mourners walk…
The next morning, Jenna turned off her car in the school parking lot and sat quietly for a moment with her eyes closed. She had a weight on her chest—a decision to make. Tucked deeply in her tote bag was a plain white envelope. She had worked into the wee hours of the morning, drafting…
Previous: Behind the Door, Part 6 – An Erotic Story — Miss Kennedy didn’t go back to her classroom after leaving her Kindergarteners in the lunchroom. She, instead, went to the reading specialist’s small room. She peeked through the doorway. “Rachel?” But the room was empty. Jenna knew her coworker would be back soon, and…
That evening, Clifford wore a coronet around his head that only he knew of. He alone could sense it. The coronet’s invisible waves of heat swirled at the top of his head, and those waves matched the pulsations of his nervous body. The pulses in his veins quickened as he came closer to the cusp…
Previous: Behind the Door, Part 5 – An Erotic Story — Once again, Jenna Kennedy’s stomach twisted, and her throat compressed when she came up on Mrs. Hampton. The science teacher waited at the exit to the teacher’s parking lot. She was leaning against the wall nonchalantly. Despite being disgusted and yet having a seed…
It was not so much that he interrupted our conversation, he simply joined us. He slipped his arm around my wife’s waist and let his hand slide immediately under her thong to her ass cheek. She reacted in no way at all as if this was everyday normal behaviour. She had put a thong on…
Previous: Behind the Door, Part 4 – An Erotic Story — Jenna Kennedy’s stomach dropped when she saw the middle-grade science teacher, Mrs. Natalia Hampton. The hefty, round woman in brown, polyester slacks stood at the exit door to the teachers parking lot. To Jenna, the teacher obviously intended to impede her from leaving. Jenna…
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…
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.” …
“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…
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…
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.…
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…
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…
Anna strolled behind her shopping cart from the haircare aisle of the large retail store. In the wider lane between sections, she felt eyes on her, staring. She thought about darting down a different aisle to get away and look for an employee to help in case of attack. Before she could disappear though, a…
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…
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,…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
At midnight the house party’s zest had waned. The music playlist calmed from the chest-bumping hip-hop beats to easy romatic 80s pop rock hits. Those who had danced wildly for hours now were settled into soft couches and chairs. Their bumping and grinding turned to light toying and flirting, talking and teasing. One guy who…
Shelly decided she had to escape. Days in her small apartment had cramped her body and mind. She shed her oversized Mickey Mouse T-shirt, shoved her heavy breasts into a sports bra, and pulled stretchy workout pants up her thighs. Grabbing her rolled-up yoga mat, she left for the roof of her apartment building. Compared…
“Well, the weather is a bit underwhelming, isn’t it?” Boris asked looking at the sky and we both laughed heartily. But our situation didn’t really feel like a laughing matter. We were hiking a mountain range in a tour we planned for fine weather and just for the two of us, a couple of seasoned…
A small cargo van pulled into my driveway. It had the company name on the side: Mr. Electric in big yellow letters set on top of a bolt of lightning. There was a lingering fear in me whether I had made the right decision. My main intent was to get the outside of the house…
The tiny restaurant in Barcelona was busy. Conversing diners, shouts and calls to waiters, popping corks from bottles of wine, the clink of glasses, drinkers’ long bouts of laughter. Chefs cooked the favorite local foods and let the timeless scents of Spanish paprika, heavy garlic, and saffron waft from the kitchen. In the middle of…
Let me tell you a secret. I’ve had this fantasy for so many years. It all started when I was a fine arts student and I used to draw nudes in a life drawing class. I often fantasized that I was the model in the class. In real life, I’m much too shy to pose…
“Go get ‘em, babe,” Tina’s husband said and patted her butt. Walking down the steps of the front porch, she glanced back over her shoulder. Doug stood in the doorway. His face was plastered with the grin of a boy who was promised ice cream. Yet a bit of concern was set deep in Tina’s…
The assumption is employees hook up or, at least, get naughty at Christmas parties. But that isn’t the case in the real business world. Office parties are one evening with a few drinks. Then the employees go home alone. The real hookups happen where there are fewer eyes and longer nights. They happen at business…
The company Christmas party was in full swing. Every year I went regrettably. Social things weren’t my gig. The theme was Fire and Ice. Every table was adorned with elaborate ice sculptures while fire breathing gymnasts tumbled across the dancefloor in skin tight crimson costumes, men gawking at them unashamedly. The room was abuzz with…
Last night, Simone had a pounding urge to play with her vibrator, but her best friend, Lauren, called to talk about her rocky relationship with Jacob. By the time Lauren was done venting, Simone was too drained and dispirited to play. This morning, the desire for release lingered inside of her. And lasted throughout the…
I felt guilty when I paid for my train ticket to London with the exact same twenty-pound note my parents had given me for food. They were aware that I had been having problems with my first boyfriend and my first lover. Everyone was aware of it. My Uni flatmates were sick of the sleepless…