Our children would have had beautiful eyes. Yours, dark and kind and filled with understanding. Softening when you catch my gaze. Crinkling with mischievousness when you tease me. Widening when you’re serious. Closing, tense, as you enter me and whisper, “fuck you are so tight.” Or mine, bright and blue and sparkling with adoration whenever…
Category: Erotica
Camping Trip
TW/CW: This story is erotic horror. More specific trigger warnings are in the tags like normal, but I wanted to do a specific warning since the beginning doesn’t necessary indicate that it’s going to be a spookier story by the end. If you aren’t into horror, feel free to skip this one or just stop…
Rough Day
I miss you. Leaving work now. Be home soon. Rough day, sorry I wasn’t around much to chat like normal. Your text doesn’t surprise me. Usually, we send messages back and forth throughout the day, but today my phone’s notifications have been quieter than usual. I wasn’t worried; it’s like that some days when you…
The Artist
Our satin sheets felt liquid as I slid into bed beside you and nestled against you. You rolled from your back to your side and scooped me closer. “What time is it?” you asked, your voice hoarse with sleep. “It’s late.” “Did you get your painting done?” “Yes.” My hands were raw from scrubbing, still…
Good Girl
TW/CW: I usually add all a story’s potential triggers as tags you can review at the end of the post, but since this story includes knife play and a bit more pain than my normal stories, I decided to add an extra warning here. Please play safely and responsibly. I do include clear consent among…
Polka Dots (Sinful Sunday)
He traces the polka dots on my skin with the tip of his tongue, Connecting them with long slow licks. He nuzzles against my curves, Bites down on my stretch marks, Kisses my laugh lines. When I was younger, And firmer, And smoother, And thinner, And all the other things young people are, I was…
Twenty Feet
This post was originally posted on my old blog, but I thought I would reshare it here in case you never read it. A nice man in the store-issued red vest measured it out for us. One foot, two, three. “How many feet do you want again?” he asked, a snake coiling in a pile…
Two Birds (Ch. 4)
This is a story in my supernatural series with Victor and Summer. You can read more here; scroll back to “And Now You’re Mine” if you want to read from the beginning. Victor came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, making me jump. “I swear I’m going to put a bell on…