Category: Erotic Couplings

I love watching heavy raindrops race down a window. And the rhythmic, mesmerising sound as they hit the glass. This hotel room is perfect for it. Floor to ceiling windows, looking out over a grey, rainy city.

Shit, I am going to have to say something this time. Jake glances from his watch to the clock on the wall. This is the third time in two weeks. I have to. Just then he sees Suzanne enter the front office. He tries to look as though he’s working on something while she goes about getting situated, but just […]

Reina’s eyes were all over Derrek as her boyfriend let him into their hotel suite. She liked what she saw. A tall, broadly built black man who wore his dress shirt opened at the collar, his slacks pulled snug in all the right places. He looked like a bald, more street-hardened version of Jason Derulo.

Henry James is an eighteen-year-old young man most called Jamie. The name stuck when he started his first day of school years ago. Walk in’ out to a new day he gave a sigh of relief exiting from the lake cabin his parents-built years ago. Standing in the cool morning breeze wisps of hair flying, the porch by the mountain […]

Isabel’s friends agreed that she had had terrible luck with men. Her first serious boyfriend had died in a motorcycle accident aged just nineteen. There had been others over the years, but none of them had seemed to stick. Maybe, as some of her friends thought, she was afraid of letting anyone get too close to her, having been hurt […]

Luke woke up gently. His eyes still closed as he wiggled awake and stretched his arms above his head. His shirtless chest, exposing itself above the blanket, was hit by waves of air from the ceiling fan above. It felt good on his broad chest, which was recently shaved clean.

I have a fantasy that I’ve been dying to enact. I tell you I want to go to the movies with you. I insist on the worst looking movie out. I tell you it’s the only one I wanted to see. You are a bit skeptical of my choice but agree.

“It was nice to see you too, Mrs. Smith, and I will definitely tell my Mama you asked about her,” I crooned, guiding one of my many little, old ladies towards the exit of my practice. I hope she can’t smell the alcohol I’m sweating out, but honestly, she’s a vintage Southerner. She’d never point out something like that.

Joe Smithfield was 52 and a successful corporate accountant based in New York City. His wife had lost interest in sex and he found himself reading and fantasizing with erotic literature more and more. On his favorite erotic literature website he discovered a message board and started posting there.

I always loved rainy days. Ever since I was a small child, being out in the rain was one of my favourite feelings. The cold rain hitting my skin would immediately bring a smile to my face. The fun of splashing in the puddles was an added bonus. Then, the sprint indoors to be bombarded with the warmth and hot […]