The Erotica Blog

Letters between two lovers My Love, I don’t even know where to begin, except to say that I’ve replayed that first night in my head so many times that the memory of it still makes my cock twitch just thinking about it. You have to understand—I’d wanted you for so long before that, had imagined what it would be like to finally have you, to taste you, to feel you lose control because of me. But nothing, nothing, could have prepared me for the reality of it. For the way you looke

Sophia pressed her thighs together under the café table and tried to look casual, but the ache throbbed so insistently she feared the barista might notice the flush rising from her collarbone. It had started the night before, a sudden craving that slid through her like warm liquor: she wanted to be drenched—spattered, painted, utterly soaked—by a man’s cum. Nothing else would quiet the hunger. The fantasy returned every few minutes, scalding her thoughts until her panties clu

Money's pulse fluttered against the hollow of her throat as she stepped out of the bathroom, towel knotted loosely above her breasts. Steam trailed her into Claude's bedroom, carrying the faint scent of eucalyptus oil she loved. He waited, propped against the headboard like a lazy prince, phone already on the night-stand, the covers folded down with hotel-crisp precision. A small bottle of clear massage oil clicked when he tugged it from the drawer. "Come here," he murmured.

The bass line thumped through the oak floorboards, vibrating up Georgiana’s heels and straight into the warm, hazy fog alcohol had wrapped around her thoughts. Her cheeks burned, flushed from three—no, four—whiskeys, and the humid crush of bodies inside the Rabbit Hole  pub. She leaned one hip against the bar’s brass rail, half listening to Chloe rant about their boss, half admiring how her own manicured fingers looked against the sweating glass. She laughed too loudly; the s

Mark showed his friend Steve a picture on his phone of his new lover and Steve responded by saying “Fuck yeah, you kidding me?” "You know...

To Constance V. Plumley You knew how long it had been. I’d told you enough. The first and only time a man had taken me had been in the...

After a whole year’s planning and waiting, I finally met Hua again. Last year, it was in Zhuhai where we became physically united for the...

A Decomposed Obsession Two steps across from his room, Scott Costello, the owner of the house, watched TV from his bed. It was his...

A Prince Never Came -- Until One Did Elsie, the last and therefore youngest of the Carlson daughters was by no means old, but some might...

“Thank you, Mr. Davila,” the person at the counter said as Mo scanned his phone. I finally knew his last name. Mo Davila. “Welcome to...

“Wake up,” I heard a voice say. It was him. Mo. “I’m sorry, I must’ve…” “Gonna go workout,” he said, “wanna come? I can get you in.” “I...

“Yeah, I’m married, but he lets me do what I want.” “You should leave him and come sit on my lap.” “He’s more of a man than you’ll ever...