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Autobiographical Erotica

Woman curled up

Dark Places

What lurks within, buried inside away from the light? What could life be like if we faced those demons and moved toward the light?

Temptara

“I want things done to me that I don’t want done to me,” the beautiful brunette sitting in the examination chair says as the crowd of bystanders hovers in close to watch what is going to happen to her. She’s a petite woman with wavy brown hair. She’s sitting nervously, moving her head back and forth, squirming from the imminent violation of her will.  

Dungeons and Desires

Your sexuality isn’t shameful; it’s not perverse; it’s not wrong. Indulging doesn’t devalue you or make you dirty. The erotic is simply another beautiful avenue to explore what it means to be alive.

Woman in a skeleton Mask and Lingerie

The Skeleton’s Dance

As firelight flickered against the cool night, secrets spilled like embers among friends, revealing the delicate dance of vulnerability and desire.

The Irrational, Wild Want of Him

It had been 9 months since she had seen him, since she had met him in a hotel halfway between their worlds and spent a morning of passion in his arms. She had been wet before he had even touched her, so strong was her craving of him.

Woman in black leather corset and fishnet.

Cock Rate

The world of kink is vast and beautiful. I learned about a new one that I’d never heard of before.