erotic eBooks

Pink Turtleneck

Tony’s eyes said it all. I want you. As the two stood entranced by the other, Tony reached up to Cynthia’s earlobe. As Tony moved her earring around between his thumb and forefinger, he moved her chestnut hair back with his other fingers and let his knuckles trace the curve of her neck. “You may want to take those off. They’ll snag the sweater, you know,” he said as his fingers continued down the collar of her blouse, over her clavicle, up the muscle of her neck, and back down again.

Poetic

Lynn had made up her mind. She was going to sleep with her personal trainer.

Lynn was single, and so was Fabian. She knew it wasn’t going to amount to more than a mindless but hopefully mind-blowing evening of lust, but she needed this badly.

She led him to the bedroom where she wriggled his jeans off and his cock sprang out. It looked enormous against his six-pack stomach. It was long, proud. Beautiful to look at.

She moaned as she grabbed the shaft gently and began to suck. He collapsed on the bed and started muttering things in Spanish.

Muscle Memory

I’ve always loved the way his name sounds and feels. “Sergio.” It’s like candy to my girl parts just to think of him. It’s not that he’s the most handsome or beautiful man I’ve ever seen, but I’ve always thought of him as beautiful. There is something about his eyes. When his eyes set on my eyes, and even now, when I remember his look, I melt, I water, my clit gets hard, my thighs get soft, and my whole self salivates. I savor the melting. When I say his name aloud my mouth waters, my pussy aches, my breasts swell, my nipples throb, and my hands sweat...

The Living

Paul stood at his wife’s grave, his collar turned up at the fierce wind, his hair whipping across his face. He felt the foul weather was appropriate for this visit. Even though it was two years since she passed away, he came to visit her grave once a week to talk to her.

Paul was jolted out of his thoughts when the young woman walked away, passing behind him on her way to a black car. She looked back at him and he felt awkward watching her walk away. He didn’t mean to focus on her backside, even though it swayed enticingly as she walked.