Everyone has their own sexual fantasies and writing about them can often be an erotic experience. Reading adult literature is a guilty pleasure that you can enjoy on your own or with company. Fiction lets the mind run wild, imagining that you are the character in the story which can be the catalyst for introducing a new activity to your own sex life.
Write your own fictional erotic story here and get your creative juices flowing.
Only a couple of weeks ago I was invited to a friends house for drinks - it was his wife's birthday and they'd invited a few people round - both couples and a few singles. I'd chatted with my friend about the party etc. And he'd pointed out that there was a single girl there that I should meet - little does he know of my fab time fun / preferences but then I wouldn't want him knowing that I really wanted to fuck HIS wife already!
I sat at the bar, just listening to the soft jazz playing in the background. My date, Mary, a hot blonde in her 40s was late. Ten, twenty and eventually forty minutes went by. There was no sign of her. I stared at my second class of Coke, ready to get up to leave when I heard,
"Hey, sorry I'm late!" said a soft, bubbly voice, the one I had become used to hearing on the phone. I sat there, a little lost for words. Mary was ten years older th…
"It not what you think" was her first response. "what do you think I was thinking while looking at those pics" I replied.
"Let me explain".......yes I did not tell you I was meeting the group from the theatre and yes I should have told you but I did not know until that evening, an hour before hand and yes the pictures do suggest that I was flirting and possibly more with some of the younger males and yes I did enjoy myself but it is not what y…
It is the quite ones you have to watch.
Last weekend I had to fly out on Friday afternoon for the weekend to work all day Saturday in France, sounds great but not this time of the year, January, in a holiday resort town.
Bored and alone I was looking at Facebook and noticed my wife pinned in a group photograph, in a pub with a group for the local theatre group, mostly younger males and a table full of drinks. Strange, nothing was mentioned to …
The end of the Celtic Tiger had various effects on people and for me one was that I had to work from home, gone the hours of commuting and now I look out the spare bedroom window when distracted. Eventually I realised the routines of the residents, especially the stay at home mummies after the school run and those who's husbands/partners did not get home to late in the evenings.
My wife's work patterns is a basic 9-5, leaves at 8 home at 6, cons…
Of gods and sex, and the azure sea that bathes us all in desire…
She glides towards him, her bare body moving elegantly across the fathomless ocean, describing a perfect arc around the moonlight's reflection on the azure surface.
He remains motionless, merely waiting. His body is as bare as hers on this warm summer night. The haste of unfulfilled lust burns bright within him, just as the memories of a thousand nights of shared passion linger inside her.
Even gods despair sometimes, he thinks, and a litt…
Having nothing much to do on a fine summers day I decided to go for a long track in the woods so took a long drive out in to the country where I knew there was some nice walks by a secluded lake . I parked got my walking gear and headed off enjoying the sunshine and peace . Following a narrow path I headed deep in to the woods following a little stream listening to the water rippling over the rocks and a few birds singing in the distance ..An h…
It started off like any other day but it was soon to change . I had a part time job as a delivery man and was on my last stop of the day with only one parcel left marked urgent there was a message on the parcel to ring before delivery which I did for directions . The phone rang and was answered by a lady who gave me directions to her house deep in the country . Soon I arrived at the house to be greeted by a gorgeous blonde in tight jeans and ho…
Rachel sat at her desk, it was late, everyone had left for the evening except herself and Ben. They had been working late an evening or 2 a week as there was a lot to do. The only distraction was knowing he was only a few short steps down the corridor. He had taken to bringing her a mug of coffee about 7pm. He would arrive with 2 mugs and perch himself on the edge of her desk, leg dangling loosely as he discussed some client or other as if it was…
‘Hi God I'd love to lick your kanky pussy,’ was his first message and only message.
I knew he meant ‘kinky,’ but the typo made me so wet. Thinking about his big, clumsy, fingers missing the ‘i’ and hitting the ‘a’ made me imagine what would happen to me when his little finger slipped into my ass while his middle finger was lost in my kanky pussy. Knowing that his tongue would bring it all together in the end.
Whether on top of a mountain staring across an ancient glacier valley or low in the wet sand at the foot of an Ocean, the foreboding feeling within our core when a storm is coming is primal.
We're preprogrammed to not fear it, to ignore it and to bask in the veneer of safety the furnishings within our modern world.
But Mother Nature always knows best.
She's been here a lot longer than any of us and in the rythmic sway of her hips, she dances …
Rachel sat across the desk from her new Boss…Mr Hogan, Ben, he said they knew each other from boarding school yet she couldn’t place him. This unsettled her she didn’t like to be caught unawares, EVER and especially not on her first day in her new job. He had not been part of the interview panel as he was away on important business, she had expected to maybe have a meet and greet with him prior to her first day but when she had phoned to re…
Ben sat at his desk watching the screen in front of him, he’d made sure to be in early with the monitor switched on so he didn’t miss a thing. He seen her arrive, He watched how she had walked into reception confident but slightly nervous, he guessed. He’d know that walk anywhere, just like every other part of her body he had committed it to memory a long time ago and he was glad to see little had changed. He thought about all those times h…
"You know where to find me" were his final words that night.
He'd spent the night on the couch. The pre dawn light waking him to the pain.
His head. His body.
As he sat up the images from the previous night came flooding back to him and he held his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes. The empty wine bottles and shards of glass at his feet as he stood a further reminder to what had transpired.
Reaching for his board shorts, he moved ca…
The morning light crept over the horizon slowly.
Each shard of light making its way into the world, carrying eternal warmth and caressing his face and bare body. The night before he wanted the physical to distract him and walking barefoot and barechested across the dark meadows to this place, his place he had finally found peace and calm.
Sleep had still proved impossible but his thoughts were calm now. His breathing measured and meditative an…
She’d spent the day strolling along the city streets, caressed by the sounds, smells and noises of its inhabitants and she’d felt the familiar draw, the primal need to be torn from this place to somewhere deeper, darker where she no longer had to think.
To ground her body and calm her breath a moment , she’d sat a while on a bench and from behind her dark shades she previewed the scene in front of her.
This part of the city felt like a m…
As Polly lay staring at the ceiling, her mind wandered to when she’d been here before.
It seemed like a life time ago but as the evening light gently left the room the feelings from before came flooding and she smiled, biting her lip at the delicious memories of before.
“You like that don’t you ? don’t you ?” the figure above her pleaded.
“Absolutely, you’re amazing” she said with as much encouragement as she could muster and…
He sat on the short board staring at the surface of the water in front of him and closed his eyes, savouring the feeling.
The summers sun that day had long since faded but the air and the ocean that surrounded him was still warm.
Those that had shared this playground had left, bidding farewell with a nod and he finally felt at peace.
He’d never planned on being out this long, but the draw of the ocean kept him here and he savoured her embrac…
He lay back.
Resting his head, letting his body drop and begun to try and gain control of his racing breath. His mind had long been lost to her.
He could feel his heart in his chest hammering in time and he could hear it in his ears.
No other sound seemed to matter for these moments.
She lay around him, holding him. Her embrace familiar and it encompassed not just his body but his weary mind.
He was truly spent but he knew she’d hold him, …
He sat on the beach.
The same beach he’d spent so much time on.
The remnants of her taste and scent was still on him in addition to the jet lag and hangover.
His greying beard and his lips tasted of her and a set of bruises from her fingers on the top of his bicep and shoulder as he turned to his right to watch the falling sun approach the far off hills in Malibu.
In far off cities choked by grey winter skies and even greyer people he imagi…
As a child she’d spent summers sitting on rocks staring at the movement of the sea. The smell of the air, salty and fresh as the white waves broke in front of her. The tumultuous movement of the surface at times, distorted by wind, tides and the moon itself mirrored how things had been.
Her fears, her uncertainties, her loneliness, her anger and hatred at the injustices that befell her consumed her senses at times and she’d find herself ho…
Once upon a time, in a kingdom much like this one, lived a Princess named Pleasure. She had been born with the gifts of love and light, generosity and pleasure, and a true faith that everyone – everyone – deserved such gifts, no matter how lost they had gotten along the way.
She was brought up in the darkness of selfishness. She was conceived by a Queen, who believed it was her duty to have a daughter, even though the Queen didn’t get a…
"My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains"
His mind wandered as he sat idlying, staring at the ceiling as the noises from the en suite continued.
He'd been naked for some time and sat absent mindedly gripping the thick carpet with his toes and feet and periodically clawing it to feel more.
How long had he been here ?
"That I may drink, and leave the world unseen"
He reached for the source of his numbness, novocaine sadly wasn't legal…
As she stared at herself critically in the merciless mirror, should brushed her hair back and emitted a long sigh of frustration. “Cut it all off” she thought, not for the first time before letting it fall behind her and sticking her tongue out at the reflection and he who had appeared behind her.
“Can I get you a glass of wine?” he said before sipping from his own he was holding. His cavalier approach to black tie events enraged he…
Stripping each other, kissing, touching, grabbing, taking ... they'd fallen.
Bodies bound, an endless kiss and the euphoric feeling that their souls had embraced, these two people of no significance or note, fell.
They weren't special.
They weren't remarkable.
They were adorned with something richer than either had felt before, something wild and free.
Something that cann't be marketed, that can't be captured or presented in fictional or …
Joy comes in the morning, and this morning was hard won and an eternity coming – but she wouldn’t change any of it because without all of it, every single drop of it, she never would have found this. This feeling. This dawning. This revelation that changed her and the moment she was living in.
She looked across the wide vista of her life and saw them all, every fire, every rabbit hole, every grain of sand in her far-reaching deserts of des…
They sat face to face in a room filled with people and noise and yet the feeling for them was they were alone.
This was a familiar phenomena to them both since they’d met and in many ways even before that when they had chatted.
The connection both had felt was of this nature and so powerful that it regularly seemed to consume and eviscerate all around them.
It shut the real world outside when they communicated, when they listened and heard…
The trickle of dew running down each blade of grass in the field glistened in the sunrise. It is a detail of this world that few take the time to enjoy or ever see and yet it is all around us.
That morning she allowed herself a brief moment to savour a place she had grown from girl to woman and her mind imagined a silver blanket as far as she could see that wrapped this land she knew so well.
Her long black riding boots contrasted the cream …