Little Erotic Adventures for the Busy Woman
The early morning rays were lighting the room, casting everything in a warm, yellow tinge. It was stark contrast to outside, in the depths of winter, less than freezing. She sighed and snuggled back into him, half asleep, half awake. Then, she smiled, as he nuzzled her neck and pressed his hips, his body, his... Continue Reading →
She knew it would be awkward. Friends getting divorced always was, but, now, she had to sell his apartment - their apartment. She checked her hair and makeup in the lift on the way up, trying to remain professional. The doors opened and he was standing there, still in his suit straight from work. He... Continue Reading →
It felt like such a cliché, from the moment I walked in. I was finishing my night shift, and he was due to be discharged the following day. I thought I’d check in to say to goodbye and see how he was. He had a fancy private room, and I was surprised to see him... Continue Reading →
It was dark in the alleyway. The window to the kitchen was open, but it didn’t stop the condensation from clouding the glass. I waited for him, nibbling my fingers, knowing the restaurant would close soon. I knew he would need me, straight after service. He always needed to calm down. The handle turned and... Continue Reading →
She made sure she was silent as she lifted the soft, well-washed duvet and slipped underneath, pulling her knickers down over her freshly-shaved ankles. A slither of light travelled through the closed curtains, and she could make out his grin as he looked at her in the dark. His big hands, warm from being under... Continue Reading →
He loved a naughty woman. And right here, right now, bending forwards over a bench, her dress pushed up and her bottom half exposed in the cold night air, was a very naughty woman indeed. Unable to hesitate, to hold himself back, he unzipped his jeans, stepped forward and encased himself in her warmth. She... Continue Reading →
She was definitely, absolutely, 100% drunk. So she didn’t think twice about allowing him to stick his hand in her bra, in a doorway in the middle of the street, just around the corner from the very busy bar, at 9.30pm. He cupped her breast and ran his thumb over her nipple, gasping as she... Continue Reading →
It was her first time on safari. Tonight, the treehouse, had been his big surprise. She’d not slept out under the stars since she was much, much younger, and the big, clean bed and wooden floors and champagne bucket made her feel like a child playing fantasy. She poured herself a glass and joined him... Continue Reading →
She grinned, mischief in her eyes, as she popped the lid off the can. She squirted cream, just the tiniest bit, onto her finger, and licked it all off, not looking away from me once. I giggled as she squirted some on my body, on each breast, then made a trail down my stomach and... Continue Reading →
I had my head in the hole when she came into the room. I’d pulled the thin, cotton sheet up over my nearly-bare bum, to try to preserve some dignity. The lights were low and some kind of panpipes were playing over the speakers. She checked her pressure as she massaged my back, my arms,... Continue Reading →
In Candi’s Closet 