Erotic short stories, original artworks and links to my favourite online erotica.
It is not like it is on the movies, but I guess nothing really is. Life isn’t staged as a visual representation of emotions, life is to be lived.
Cerys and I had travelled across London to go to a party in an industrial estate. She had met a guy in a pub who had told her about the party. A beautiful man, looks like that rugby player, but probably a lot smaller, like they look on TV. Cerys wanted to meet the guy again and I was her wallflower.
It was a lovely summer evening. Warm enough not to worry about wearing more than party clothes. I wore a T designed by a friend, a cherub with an AK47, and jeans. Cerys wore a little dress. She was really hot, the little dress was a... Read more...
Cat sat alone again, I thought of the time she had undressed for me in my mind. I loved the way she was so open to my imaginings, somehow so much more open than anyone else. Well, at the moment anyway.
“Well, are you going to tell us about it?” “You know, what happens on girls’ night stays on girls’ night.” “Thornton has already told us what happened so it is only fair to hear your version of the story."