Erotica

Safety in Colors

A brush on my skin, cold wetness of fresh body paint, fading. A cover without a cover. Another caressing stroke. Colors turning into feelings. Sad blue. Fresh green of hope and dark green of envy, never too far apart. Vigilante red. Bruising purple. Enticing pink. Armor gray. Naked but not exposed. Safety in colors.

Performance

I stopped. There is nothing more frustrating than someone stopping just before getting you over the edge, is there? Well, yes, there is. When you are into being edged, controlled, frustrated, someone not stopping and getting you over the edge is more frustrating. Realizing that the fun is over, at least for the moment. Unless! …

Thwarted

Master was away and I was needy. My body ached for his touch. My mind ached for his words. My heart ached from missing him. I couldn’t focus on anything, I tried distracting myself with watching TV shows, with reading, with anything I could think of, but found myself lost in the fantasies and memories, …

Faerie

Ever fucked a fairy? A flirty little vixen, flapping and fluttering her naughty pink wings, fffrrrhhh-ffrrrhhh. Her arousal smelling like strawberries and tasting like passion fruit. Tickle the pinkie between her little legs with your pinkie. Watch her wings match your rhythm. Soon her eyes roll back and the flutter becomes buzzing, and then suddenly …

Encounter

The picture prompt is a poster of a 1933 movie about a tryst between the wife of a plantation owner and his overseer. He was even more cruel, cold, sadistic and condescending than the night club owner back home I was in so much hurry to escape, and I hadn’t noticed until it was too …

Little Poker

POKE! She poked me. I was in the middle of reading a very important international news article about the election politics in Karmanistan, and the little vixen poked me. I turned my head toward her with the scariest dominastiest expression on my face, and the anger, or at least the irritation wasn’t even feigned. The …