It was 2 am. I was awake for some reason and had been trying to go back to sleep without luck. Masturbation, I thought, maybe that would help. I slipped my hand between my thighs and found my clit. I closed my eyes and started thinking about a piece of erotica I had read –…
Tag: erotica
Only In My Dreams
I woke up at 3:40am on the brink of an orgasm. And frustrated. Because I was on the brink of an orgasm while dreaming – and I woke up which kept me from having one, or so my frustrated self believed. What I remembered from the dream was fragmented but easily pieced together. I was with…
An Erotic Trigger
I laid back into bed – getting comfortable – with the overwhelming desire to cum. Never being one to deny myself a chance to masturbate, I settled in for the act. I went to my favorite erotica site – looking for something to read instead of letting my imagination wander. I came across an interesting…
A Change of Plans
He led me into his place – shutting and locking the door behind me before pulling me into his arms for a kiss. His lips met mine, and the kiss started out as a greeting, but turned quickly into a more passionate kiss that left me moaning into his mouth. We separated briefly. He took…
One Word Erotica
I like words. There are certain words that, when said, just sound different than they do on paper. They are fun to say. They roll off the tongue in a way that makes you smile. They don’t seem like the word is supposed to mean. Periodically, I will IM one of these words to a…
Erotic Morning Thoughts
He gave me a kiss good-bye before he left the house going to work. I was still laying in bed, naked, snuggled under the covers, half dozing. It had been a long weekend away. A weekend where sex was far from my mind even though my body was clearly in the mood. I kept having…
HNT – Wait
Back against the wall, in the dark, I wait. For you to come. Put you hand in my hair, Pull back my head And seize my mouth with yours. I wait to feel your hand Tug my head to the side, And feel the sinking of your teeth into the soft spot in my neck…
A Lesson in Taunting
“I have references that I’m mean” was the joke he had made earlier. Well, not much of a joke. He could be mean when he was looking to be mean – and someone was looking for him to be mean. Lucky grrrl. Later as we played, things got nice and relaxed as it was winding…
A Sense of Play
Door opened and closed quickly. Hands on each other. Kissing and biting. Hand in my hair pulling my head back further. Your teeth on my neck… …oh, that sweet spot on my neck …the memory of how it feels makes me squirm just writing it. Clothes being shed. Hands on bare skin. My mouth on…
Unintended Consequences
We met with polite words, an embrace, and a quick kiss on the lips. Or that’s how it was intended. The quick kiss turned into another one and a deeper one until we were pulling each other in tight – hands roving – breathe quickening. He had come for another purpose – a non-sexual one…
