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Erotic fiction: Love in Idleness, Chapter 5
‘Love’s stories written in love’s richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.’
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Erotic short fiction: Girl, Modified, Part 7
Rafael settled down against the plush velvet couch in Tori’s vault, as the two women knelt before him, a leash sloping from each of their collars.
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Erotic flash fiction: A Slut, Caught
“I saw the video, Dana.”
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Erotic fiction: Love in Idleness, Chapter 4
‘O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill!’
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Erotic short fiction: Cum On My Face, Part 6
The air felt solid around my fingers, as I reached toward him. The slickness of his pants spoke to the power of the uniform, the depth of his authority. I pushed the button through the buttonhole, heard the sound of each tooth of the zipper.
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Erotic short fiction: The Latin Tutor, Part 2
The hallways twisted and folded into themselves. I looked at her, and we were the sun and moon ourselves, mirrored bodies floating in space and art.
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Erotic short fiction: Girl, Modified, Part 6
His wife’s screams still echoed in Eli’s mind, as he sat next to Rafael in the auction room. He could still taste her on his lips; the sweet, tart fluid of her pleasure left an indelible shadow coating his mouth, as he remembered watching her gag as she came.
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Erotic short fiction: Girl, Modified, Part 5
Eli watched Rafael’s cock move between his wife’s wet, eager lips. He stood, awkwardly, watching the other man violate her mouth as multicolored images silhouetted his frame.
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Erotic short fiction: The Latin Tutor, Part 1
“Ms. Renfield, it’s a pleasure to see you.” I stepped into the foyer, inside the grandiosity of the house, perfect in every detail.
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Erotic short fiction: Psychology Lessons, Part 2
The music warped the air around me, dipping and cresting with the rhythm of some messages I couldn’t quite make out. I found myself laying back on her soft sheets, without really remembering crossing the room. The sheets were so soft, and it was already hard to focus.
