It’s not often that a saucy gentleman in a jaunty mustache tips his hat at you outside of a bar. On a cobblestone street.
Ok. In all honesty this happens more than I like to admit. 466 more words
Those little pleasures like the warmth of the fire in winter matter so much. And what better surrounding for the crackling flames, but rough cut natural stone. 200 more words
Thought I’d branch out a little by reviewing other erotic writings I’ve come across (pun intended?).
I’m starting off with short story “The Cop” by Anna Leigh Keaton, part of the ‘Pleasure Club’ series in which characters act out their fantasies. 659 more words