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.
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 remark...
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 change...
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 fel...
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 pl...
"Hey, how are you ?" "I'm good, drink drink ? or too early ?" "Surprise me. You look ... good." "Really ? its all my clean living." They laughed at the sarcasm. Two friends. Boys still in so many ways, but men to those watching and the bar man that appear...
He sat watching the city across the water. Muted by distance, she seemed alive and filled with life this morning. Her features shrouded in the remnants of the fog that the morning sun was burning through. The blue sky above her and the heat from the sun f...
She shifted. She felt him still within her. She could feel the pulse of his body against her flesh within and her eyes closed and her mouth opened. A low growl ? no a groan emitted from her very soul and flooded the room. She could smell and taste him - t...
The club that night pulsated. The sounds that pumped by a nameless DJ in the corner drowned out the sounds come from the shapes and images of the flesh before him. The colours emerging from the white strobe were enriched by the shine the light made on lea...
Lying in the sunshine the wind washed over him and lifted his body high and dropped him low. Weightless. The waves were invisible where he lay and yet it lifted him high and then low and from side to side. Floating. “Surprise, sometimes, will come around”...
She walked slowly down the corridor. It was wide and expansive and she’d enjoyed taking her heels from her feet in the lift as they travelled from the bar. She was tipsy now from the wine, the conversation and the anticipation of what might come next and...
How long had she been lying here? she could tell that morning was coming from the light that had changed from deep darkness to grey light edging its way into this room. Her eyes were tired and adjusting to the light. Her body felt wide awake and detached...
The city scape sparkled as far as she could see. The shadows of the southern mountains a contrast to the emerging light from the east as time passed on this the longest night. Throughout her vision tiny lights dazzled far and wide illuminating the sleepin...
There is only one room door , she walks in front of me going to the room door. Oh that dress showing off her curves so elegantly as she slides the card down and green light appears turns to me again that seductive smile she opens the door and we both walk...
Read the text from Sir.... Tonight is night ...Enjoy remember to give the Envelope to her , she will be at the bar wearing Silver dress and rose beside her. Be there for 8pm. Sir had contacted me few weeks ago thru mutual friend and asked if I would take...
The Blues and Reds of Lavardin David entered the gallery foyer, pausing momentarily to gaze up in interest at the banner promoting the exhibition of Catherine Dubois portraits. The image of the artist’s face looked airbrushed and artificial, set against a...
