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Daydreams

Erotic Short Stories

A woman daydreams of BDSM – will her dreams come true?


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Her fingers curled around the handle of the crop, beneath its leather skin it felt firm and unyielding. She had to place her thumbs along the shaft to force it to bend, just a little, into an elegant curve as she tested its strength.

She imagined it hissing down, moving with such speed and force that the friction of the very air caused it to flex. Then, at the bottom of the arc, contact with the anxiously waiting flesh, the abrupt stop causing the hard shaft to flex in the opposite direction, melding itself onto the round contours of the obediently bared behind.

Making Movies a sexy and very naughty short story

Making Movies

Erotic Short Stories

Two mature ladies decide to have a little fun – and end up having a lot in this very naughty short story


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Diana gazed out of the window of her penthouse flat. The agent’s blurb had eulogised the sea views from the living room, but it was the view from the kitchen window that she found most stimulating. In the sunshine, four floors below, a group of young men were lounging around the pool, light glistening off their muscular bodies and conspicuous bulges in the front of their trunks. Occasionally one of them would dive into the pool to cool off and, as he emerged the wet material would cling to his body leaving very little to her imagination.

‘What I wouldn’t give to feel one of those again,’ she said.

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Release Me

Erotic Short Stories

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Is Celia’s encounter real or a ghost from the past in this erotic ghost story?

The evening sun crept through the leaves of the trees that crowded around the old churchyard, dappling the long shadows on the path ahead with warm patches of light. The church tower loomed above Celia as if reaching toward the setting sun. She turned off the path and felt the long grass brushing against her toes through her sandals. The air still felt warm after the heat of the day and the scents of wildflowers and dry grass floated on it.