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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.
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Autobiographical Erotica
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 Lone Wolf
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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.
Pussy Love
This is an eclectic post of some poetry and a lot of pictures of my pussy — because why not. She’s beautiful. They all are.
What’s Underneath…
Walking into a hotel wearing red heels, a red collar, and a red trench coat over lacy black lingerie is where this particular story starts. Me, on my way to meet a Dom on a drizzly Monday night in room 323.
Happy Anniversary, Honey
What do you think would make a great anniversary present? Luke thought an MFM would be great, and he was right. This piece is part erotica, part reflective commentary.
Double Trouble
In this autobiographical account, Lila shares her sexy experience at a swinger party where her and hubby got down and dirty.
Fornication
“Can she touch you?” He asks us, and we consent. She writhes her body closer. We touch her as he fucks her, and she caresses me. He watches me, and reaches a hand. I touch his chest, and we lock eyes. His wife cums hard while he fucks her.
The Good Wife
“Damn, you’re so wet,” Luke says to her. I smile and go back to cleaning. They’ve got this covered.
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