The Erotica Blog

The arch triumphal, raised above your head, pointe flexed and strapped to idol-worshipped calf – stiff-necked and flat, you stare up at that red. She executes adeptly her piaffe (she deftly steps). Her dress, brushing your chin, whiffs perfume from beneath black silken sheen. Startling stabs from her stiletto pin alert you to the turn in her routine: the piercing spear that punctures your conceit. You flinch - so swiftly she brings you to heel. Wickedly she’ll whisper, then r

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

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