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…
On the nightstand, my phone vibrated, and the flashlight blinked twice. A text. I tried to ignore it. I had been attempting to put away my phone at 10:30 every night. I wanted better sleep, more sleep, and to feel great the next morning. I read about the benefits online, so it had to be…
Jerry slowed the pickup truck on the unpaved road in the middle of nowhere and turned left. He drove into a cornfield that was recently harvested. The over-sized pickup bucked, like a bronco, over the rough ground and the chopped cornstalks. Both Jerry and Kitty tried to keep their seats as they coursed across the…
“I need sex.’ I wrote in a text message to a former friend with benefits. We were so familiar with each other that I knew he would not be offended by the intentional omission of polite pleasantries in my message. I knew that my directness would turn him on. It was a summer afternoon years…
The ophthalmologist, Dr. Mahoney, welcomed the thin Michelle into his office. “How are you doing this afternoon?” With beautiful confidence and cropped platinum blonde curls, she answered simply, “I’m doing well.” He offered her the patient’s chair and turned off the lights. “Having any problems with your eyes?” “This is just a routine checkup.” She…
I was young once. Too afraid to give into my desires. Looking back now, I wonder how I resisted, but more interestingly, how I am so free to being face down, ass bare in the air, ready to take submissive orders today. We went to a place far enough from home to have all the…
“Mrs. Mower…” Mr. Simmon said sternly through her classroom’s doorway. The woman erasing the whiteboard turned around when hearing her name. “… in my office now.” Before she could respond, he cut her off. “Yes, now.” And he ducked out. “But …” She wanted to object because her husband was off work for an evening,…
That Friday, I declined a night out with my girlfriends so I could do my laundry. The decision wasn’t for a lack of clean clothes. Instead, the week had been depressing. Work overload, pressing deadlines, crazy customers, no break from the headache. I wanted time alone to wallow, and a laundromat on a Friday night…
THE STORY SO FAR London, the mid-1970s. From the moment I set eyes on Justine, I just knew I had to have her (and I was far from alone in my pursuit of her). For months she resisted my advances, insisting she was saving herself for the right man. But in the end, she yielded…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…