Tag erotic fiction

No Man is an Island

no man is an island

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.

Welcome to Vegas

vegas

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.

Time On His Hands

hands

“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.

Keys and Kisses

piano keys

The growing crowd watches fixedly as her fingers dance across the keys. Some, mostly women, are mesmerized by how simple she makes it look, her ability to instill emotion

A Fisherman’s Tale

missus - a fisherman's tale

John holds rapt to Neil’s every word. He’s always wondered what Neil’s missus would be like in the sack but being brought up right he’s never asked. It’s bad enough he thinks about her sometimes in the shower, or worse yet, when his own wife doesn’t do the trick.