Risqué Abstracts #47
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I’ve finally gotten rid of everyone who could want me for the next hour or so. So if you still want me… ~You know I still want you. I’d forgive you if you’d given up on me today. ~That hasn’t happened. What are you doing? Lying back on my bed. ~With your laptop, I presume? My Macbook, yes. ~And what are you wearing? I still have on my black work dress. Would you like me to remove it? ~Not yet. Is…
Lines of Communication
Brand new #EroticFiction to read on the website: ‘Lines of Communication’
He pulls into the driveway, relieved to see that it’s empty. He lets himself into the silent house, drops his briefcase in the cool hallway, grabs an ice-cold Michelob from the kitchen on his way to the small study at the rear of the property. He sits down at his laptop, sipping the beer while he listens to the hard drive whirring into life, idly thinking about switching to a solid state drive.…
Invocation
Brand new #EroticFiction: ‘Invocation’ #Erotica
Think of my hands, caressing your body as you stand naked before me. Think of my gaze, drinking in your nakedness, your vulnerability. Think of my cock, growing harder and harder at the sight of you, at the promise of you; reaching out to you, greedy for your touch, for the heat of your flesh. Is that a thought that excites you? Is it a prospect that sends pulses of electricity running through…
Audible
A brand new piece of #EroticFiction for you to read: ‘Audible’ #Erotica #FFM
She picks up her iPad from atop the bedside cabinet and turns it on. The red circle in the top-right corner of the mail icon contains the number ‘one’. She touches the glass over the graphical envelope and the application opens for her. A single new email, from the address that she has come to associate with him. There is nothing in the subject line, but she sees that the message has brought her…
Red Lights
The bulbs in the bedside lamps glow red. They can produce a kaleidoscope of colours, can transition effortlessly from one hue to another. Tonight, though, they are locked to scarlet. Red was the one colour he had in mind the day he purchased them. Before him, she writhes nakedly along a diagonal of the big bed. Egyptian cotton burns around her, its once starched crispness obliterated by her…
Countenance
Brand new #EroticFiction: ‘Countenance’
Which of my fantasies am I permitted to confess to you? Are there scenarios you refuse to countenance? Is there a line beyond which I must never, ever go? What about the fantasy where my lips and the tip of my tongue toy with one of your taut nipples while I watch my wife’s mouth paying the same deference to the crown of your other breast? While our palms glide over your arms and your belly and…
Wet Dreams
I’ve never made love in a swimming pool, never coaxed a woman to climax as she floats luxuriantly in balmy waters, never experienced the thrill of a weightless orgasm. But I want to. I crave the eroticism of the experience. Long ago when I was travelling, I met a woman staying at a villa with a pool. She swam as well as I did, and we frolicked in the water together … but it was the most delicate…
Getting ready to go out for a friend’s birthday 🍻
Absolutely fucking stunning
Bella donna.
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Wow!
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