Reality in Rhythm

Author's Note: This is the second part of my newest series of erotica, "Those That Know", and my first piece since hearing about the passing of Rush drummer and lyricist, Neil Peart. I'm not a big one on celebrity culture, but my regular readers will know that Neil will now hold a place for me along with the likes of Douglas Adams and George Carlin. Although the words below have little to do with that (mostly), I wanted to mention this having found the prompt for this week's Wicked Wednesday, "Time Keeping", well...er...well timed. Millie looked at the two erections in front of her. Her naked body was positioned on a comfy chair. She sat with legs together, specifically so her knees would fit between the two men, and her hands on her [Read more...]

Reality Expenses

"Why is there no sex version of Guitar Hero," Millie asked as she lowered onto the erection beneath her. "There should be one!" Carter nodded and watched as his wife lowered completely, sheathing the hard cock, before stepping forward and offering his own to her lips. "I suspect," Greg said from beneath Millie in more grunt than actual voice, "they'd be worried about it causing too many insecurity issues." Millie rose and lowered on Greg's cock three times as she considered this. "They watch porn, don't they? That's pretty unrealistic and yet there is generally still a drive to have sex for folk in spite of those images." She wrapped her fingers around Carter's erection and stroked. She felt the warmth of desire to have it on her [Read more...]

Please, It’s Melody

He heard her moans as he walked down the dark hall. He moved slowly with the carpet muting his footsteps. A louder pleasured scream came from the door at the end of the hall. The open door to his left allowed the noon sunlight to filter in. Glancing in revealed that room to be a full washroom with little toothbrushes and stains of fruity toothpaste around the sink. The towels hanging beside the window featured some character made of strawberries. A quieter moan filled the hall. His eyes turned to the end of the hall where the door was not fully closed, but a crack of light along the left showed it would be pushed open without restraint. Glancing at the walls, he saw the anonymous, seemingly happy family photos staring back at [Read more...]

The Best Kiss

Author's note: I really don't write enough humour anymore...I apologize in advance, and though the initial attempt was to take this week's prompt seriously, I failed. They once said that the kiss of Buttercup and Wesley blew away the top kisses of all time. Hogwash! This is vanilla propaganda, at its worst. The best kiss, though. It, of course, happens only once and causes us to spend the rest of our lives attempting to recreate that moment. I invite you, dear reader, to picture a half-full parking lot bathed in sunshine on a frigid day. I in my parka, and her in her cap, we had lunched and moved outside from the pubbish restaurant towards our vehicles. Knowing we each had to return to work, it seemed to be an event [Read more...]