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The Peep Show – Erotic Short Story by Deva Shore

Enjoy reading this short Erotica story by masterful, award-winning writer Deva Shore.

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Erotic Motions by Aurelie K. Jordan

Enjoy reading this exciting, steamy erotic short story by masterful writer Aurelie K. Jordan.

Erotic Motions – A Steamy Short Story

You sit there, sworn to keep your hands on your thighs, not moving.
I see your eyes burning as you watch me, wondering what I’ll do.
You cannot guess at my intent, but you know it’ll be worth your time.

I stand before you, in my black heels, red lace stockings grace my thighs.
The black and red teddy I wear skims the lace on my legs, teasingly.
My hair is down, long and wavy around my shoulder, sexily tousled.

Your mouth is slightly ajar, your gaze never straying from my form.
I move slightly, bending forward, and my cleavage draws your attention.
Your hand twitch slightly, but I know you wouldn’t dare disobey.

I run my fingers over my collarbone, dipping down between my breasts.
My hands dip down over my torso, sliding against my thighs.
I turn and bend forward letting you see my scantily-clad ass.

I hear a soft moan from your direction, your eyes are closed. Read More

White Lace Erotic Story by Aurelie K. Jordan

“Don’t move,” you tell me with an air of command.

My mind struggles, my arms above my head,

held there simply by the strength of my…well, his will.

I feel a soft breeze in through the window,

the dark scent of rain fills my mind, excites me.

I glance down my body, to see you at the foot of the bed,

you’ll appreciate the pale flesh and white silk panties

just as you requested, all else bare to your gaze.

At the look in your eyes, a strangled sound escapes my lips.

Your hands find my ankles, holding them like manacles,

the heat of your touch searing through my skin,

tightening places that you haven’t even touched yet.

You are so strong, I can feel your strength as you hold me,

your fingers tightening around my ankles, holding me as you’d have me,

your hands pulling my legs apart, farther and farther, Read More

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