Tag Archives: erotica

The Lady Wore Red Chapter 3

Posted on by — No Comments ↓

Her dreams were of a single flame. No source or base or anything else – a single flame in darkness. Flickering slowly as if a slight breeze chased an invisible pattern in the air. It wasn’t calming. It wasn’t frightening. It was nothing. She felt nothing – not anxious or happy or at peace or any other feeling someone might get from meditating. She thought once that something moved in the darkness. Moved as if it had always been there, watching and then decided to walk away. As if it had been there before she fell asleep. The quality of the darkness changed and moved and that was the only way she could tell something perhaps was there from before.…

Layers Chapter 6

Posted on by — No Comments ↓

Random dreams. Something about chasing something. Sunlight? People laughing. Or is it a bonfire? Sitting around in cheap metal folding chairs, drinking, telling stories, laughing. Dogs curled up, close the fire. Bottles of beer or some other alcohol, leaning over to scratch one of the dogs between the shoulders and, mmmm… the fingers feel good between my shoulder blades.

 

I snap awake and the dream fades immediately. There was… there were people. It was happy? Warm? Where the hell am I? This isn’t my bed. Right. Right. Doggy pile. Last night. Is it still night? I turn to look at the front window and my body says hello.…

The Lady Wore Red Chapter 2

Posted on by — No Comments ↓

Michael woke with a groan when his bedside clock blared its siren. His body ached in weird places and he couldn’t remember exactly how he made his way home last night. The evening was a blur after his fifth glass of beer at the bar. Sixth? Seventh? There was that woman and giving her a car ride home but everything after that was fragmentary. Snatches of images and distorted sounds swam to the surface of his memory and then fled when he tried to latch on to them. He rolled over and sat up, slamming the clock to silence it. No time to think about it now – it would come to him or it wouldn’t but right now his headache was killing him.…

The Lady Wore Red Chapter 1

Posted on by — No Comments ↓

Another late night surrounded by file boxes, paperwork and twelve different documents labeled with “Important!” sticky-notes. Lily sighed, sitting back in her chair to rub her tired, nearly watery eyes under her glasses. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this. She was wearing herself out working late. Twenty-nine years old and she’d found a single gray hair in the mirror this morning. One single gray hair but it stared at her accusingly. She wasn’t even really afraid of losing her job if she didn’t stay so late – she just didn’t want to leave anything at all to chance in this job market.…

Layers Chapter 5

Posted on by — No Comments ↓

Pleasure in darkness.  My brain is foggy and I can feel myself struggling to wake up.  Struggling because it feels like I weigh a ton.  Fragments of the night before flash teasingly through my brain like a kinetoscope without a soundtrack.  Sex.  Claws.  Fangs.  Fur.  Little flashes of memory whirling ’round and ’round as I try to make sense of things.  There’s a … there are two pinpoints of pleasure hitting me as I wake – my chest and crotch.  I crack my eyes, moaning at the weight on me.  Elaine is on top of me, one hand on my lower stomach and another on her right breast, eyes closed, hips gyrating. …

Birthday

Posted on by — No Comments ↓

“I shouldn’t be here.” I tell myself. Standing outside the bar, garish neon lights blinking slowly in my face, I shiver and almost leave. It’s loud inside – people laughing and a blare of music trying to drown everyone out. I’m standing about 15 feet away by a dead lamp post. Watching. A somewhat steady stream of people in and out, various states of dress. Various types. Nice, casual, punk, grimy – all kinds.

I just turned 21. I’m going. Fuck my parents. Fuck the Church and fuck everyone else. All I’ve known my entire life is what I shouldn’t do.…

Layers Chapter 4

Posted on by — No Comments ↓

The smell is intoxicating.  My smell.  I should be getting a boner but there’s nothing there.  I can’t even say that I’m feeling a ghost of one because, I’m not.  Instead, I feel this pressure building – this tiny ache below my belly button and my pulse speeds up.  There’s a … shit, what do I call it?  The inside of my – my pussy, it’s… no… hmmm… I want to touch myself and dip my fingers inside but I’m going to wait and take my time.  The inside reminds me of my mouth.  It’s there.  There’s stuff there but it’s not like stuff rubbing together constantly. …

Layers Chapter 3

Posted on by — No Comments ↓

My alarm startles me awake. I don’t normally sleep so solidly but this time, I did.  No dreams to remember at all, either.  Just pure solid sleep.  I feel really good and relaxed.  Until I sit up.  There’s this dull ache way low in my stomach.  It’s not terrible but it’s uncomfortable as hell and almost feels like the leftovers of being kicked in the balls.  I grimace against the pain and rub under my balls gently.  Too much masturbating and being hard almost all day yesterday, probably.  I ignore it and take my shower.  In fact, I ignore a lot of what happened yesterday. …

Layers Chapter 2

Posted on by — No Comments ↓

I wake to grey light filtering through the blinds in my room.  It’s utterly quiet outside.  My head is pounding and my throat is completely dry.  I feel like I haven’t had water in days.  I work my mouth a few times, croaking and trying to make spit happen.  It makes me cough and I roll over to my side and pull myself up to kneel.  My head aches from the movement.  I close my eyes against the pain at my temples.  When I open them, I see it.

 

I’m back.  To me.  To old me.  I close my eyes again and almost feel like crying. …

Layers Chapter 1

Posted on by — No Comments ↓

It was a box.  Or possibly a crate – wooden sides with a bit of plastic on the side containing what I’d think was a packing slip.  No visible marks otherwise.  No ‘fragile’ (which my mind nearly always reads mentally as fra-jill-ay) or other stamped text.  Just a decent sized box (crate?) sitting on the second step of the little concrete steps leading to my front door.  I stare for a bit and then push it slightly with my foot.  Slightly heavy but not bad.  I haven’t ordered anything lately so what was the deal?…