Tag #eroticfictiondeluxe

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.

For Sale by Owner

for sale

“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.

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