Fiction By MrsK

I often wish for a magic word. One that would tell you.  That I want to be touched, tamed.

She asked for this. My wife. To take my girlfriend for dinner. She says she wants to get to know her. I’m sure she does.

It is the end of an era. Or at least this part of this era. Sir and I would go our separate ways. It was time to move on, or so I had said. He had said, if you think this best.

Reflections of Desire is a short erotic romance of 450

My husband’s girlfriend stands before me, taking me in. Her eyes sweep down, then up, asking silent questions, even while her words say polite courtesies in a cheerful tone. I assess her and can’t help but notice the similarities. There aren’t any.

Setting the Scene is An Erotic Love Story in 300 words and is a fictionalized retelling of a story already on this blog, with a few new aspects thrown in.

I shuffled in place, my confined arousal becoming quite severe as the lord’s fingers continued to descend, untying first the laces that held Lady Agnew’s bodice, then the sash at her waist. Watching, to ensure he had my attention, the good sir separated the silk shielding his wife

At sunrise, we make love. At sunset… She’s unbreakable and wild, ferocious.

my wife is home from her night out with the girls. By the sound of…she’s inebriated… A few gins in and my most-times prudish wife becomes an insatiable minx

The sound of a chair scraping over the plaster alerts me I’m no longer alone. I turn my head, the binoculars still held to my eyes, to find a man, across the way, in an adjoining building, watching — us? — through the window.

What’s taking you to Vegas? I assume that’s the reason you’re wandering in the desert,” my driver asks. I look over to see her staring at me, one hand on the wheel, fingers tapping along to a song only she can hear.

“I’m not needed around the office anymore. The company’s in good hands. I’d like to begin using mine for something else.” A few more hard thrusts have my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“Her owner’s personal favorite,” the MC’s voice changes in imitation, “Miss Ann has been trained to orgasm on demand.” A cheer rings out, and it takes everything inside me to hold back my smile.

I wrote White Sheets last year as a second round entry for the Blogable Fiction Marathon which I was a finalist in.

I’m unsure how Shannon and Frank knew, as I’ve never mentioned anything about these desires to anyone, ever. But I’m certainly glad I said yes to one date.

I’ll have never caught her name. I’ll remember her as my sweet and sour girl.

Surrender yourself to your breaths, in and out. In and out, in and out.”

Why Shawn still does, even though this isn’t his family, is beyond her. But dutifully, each and every holiday, Shawn is here.

. Shame that he’s witnessed her surrender to another man suddenly turns to arousal as she thinks of the idea of two. Of. Everything.

If you can make it there without crushing that raspberry between your kissable lips, you’ll have completed your punishment

I have to give him points for creativity. As far as kinky fun goes, it’s pretty clever. Every move has my hardened nipples brushing against the satin fabric of my dress…