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Autobiographical Erotica

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.

A Reclaiming

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Blissful Surrender

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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. 

Coup D’état

There are many parts  of a woman’s body that cultivate desire: the mouth – so capable of bestowing pleasure, delicate breasts, peaked nipples, the curve of an ass, and obviously the moist folds of a pussy. But have you ever considered just how enticing a pair of eyes can be?  Of all the body, eyes have the strongest voice. 

Marriage, Sex, and Illicit Encounters

He moaned in anticipation as I rubbed just the tips of my fingers up and down his shaft a couple of times. Then, I slowly lowered my face down to taste him, mouth open, taking him in, delighting in the sounds of pleasure I was giving to his body.

The Wild Taste of You

There was a moment when she had struck a certain pose that I knew I couldn’t wait another minute to take her. Her full mane had trailed down, obscuring her back.  Her body, filthy and covered in sand, looked as wild and free as the rocks and leaves behind her.