Stronger Than Bullets
The folks over at Kinkly are compiling their ‘Best Sex Bloggers‘ list for 2014.
So if you’ve enjoyed what you’ve read here at ‘Easily Aroused‘ during the past nine months, can I ask you to consider voting for the site by clicking on the link at the bottom of this post?
Ti ringrazio tanto.
It’s a little after eight when he hears the rattle of a diesel engine pulling up outside the house. A succession of noises tells him that his wait is finally over: the slamming of a car door; the squeal of the garden gate that’s been waiting patiently for the Three-in-One oil since the end of summer; the rapid double-click of a woman’s heels making their way up the slabbed pathway to the front…
Show me that line.
The one that points due south, that shows the way to the Promised Land. The slender row of soft curls that crosses the rise of your smooth, denuded flesh. The singular striation of your womanhood, of your desire.
Permit me to touch it.
Slowly, softly, with just a fingertip, or the pad of my thumb. Let me stroke your secret mane, have it next to my skin, yielding and resistant…
The four lengths of rope are in her bedside drawer. She takes them out slowly, one at a time, making a show of the act. He watches intently as she places a single length in each corner of the bed’s brilliant white sheet.
“Lie down,” she tells him.
He’s already naked, having swiftly divulged himself of his clothing at her soft command. He stretches himself out along the centreline of the big bed…
Do you ever let your thoughts stray to me? In the daytime, when you find yourself alone and your mind unoccupied? In the nighttime, when the soft shadows fall across your bed, across your languid, supine form?
Are there nights when I slip into dreams that have no business being?
Confess: are you tempted to caress yourself in those moments – public, private – when I find a way to invade your…
Sound and Fury
Brand new erotic fiction: ‘Sound and Fury’. Most likely the last new piece until 2014. Enjoy.
His heart quickens when he sees her email waiting for him, the familiar paperclip beside the subject line signifying the presence of an attachment.
He knows exactly what to expect.
He goes to his desk, opens the left-hand draw and pulls out the pouch…