• Afterward

    They aren’t late but they hurry. He buttons his shirt, his chest still flush. She pulls her white panties over her dripping ankles. He zips the crotch of his black pants and tightens his leather belt. She pushes the hem of her black sheath dress down over her hips, wriggling left and right. He tugs… Continue Reading

  • singing

    I when we were in high school my girlfriend was too shy to sing with me though we both wanted to. I often sang alone imagining what her voice and mine would sound like together. II we sang our first duet at her parents’ house. the duet was quick and awkward. and we had to… Continue Reading

  • Taken

    I took you— that’s how I started my poem, but then those three words are almost an erotic poem in themselves. I can think of so many places where I’ve taken you and so many where I will. to be sure of meaning I looked up ‘took’— to lay hold of; to seize with the… Continue Reading

  • The Daimyō’s Son

    One night she woke me, one kiss before her lips enclosed my cock. I latched my fingers in her hair. The sheets slid down my arm and over her head. My back rose from the mattress, but she released me saying: “I had a dream.” “Of what?” “I was the beautiful daughter of a fisherman… Continue Reading

  • LUX.C4

    This may encourage you to brush up on your Milton. If so, check out this graphic novel, which inspired me as I wrote LUX.C4. Another story to be filed under Erotic Fiction. And as always, consider stories posted here to be first drafts. Hopefully there are enough hits and threads that you can piece together much… Continue Reading

  • Girlfriends: Heather

    Back from my trip overseas. Didn’t want to waste time getting back to work. Another anecdote about me and girlfriends for all of you. Heather had long blond hair and reminded me of Gwyneth Paltrow. She liked to wear a long overcoat with jeans or a black skirt underneath, and high leather boots. We shared… Continue Reading

  • Hanky Panky

    “Hey, I wanna’ take you someplace,” he says. “I don’t know.” I’m not in the mood. We’ve just had a few drinks and a smoke after another fight. Now we we’re driving round the suburbs of Miami at three in the morning. I’m sick of my boyfriend’s jealousy. Possessiveness I don’t mind; but the fucking… Continue Reading