Category Archives: erotica

Sex and Putt Putt: What Happens When You Vacation with Children

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We’ve just returned from 10, much-needed, days at the beach. A week spent in a beach house allowed for ample relaxation and plenty of time and room for fucking, but the subsequent three days were spent in a small suite in Ocean City, which didn’t provide much opportunity for vacation sex. Continue Reading

Bound to Him: Masturbation Monday

It was Friday night and I was laying in bed playing on Instagram.

“Girl,” there was a warning in His tone.

“Yes, Daddy?” I didn’t look up, scrolling through more and more pictures of spanking and bondage and thigh highs. Continue Reading

Too Much of a Good Thing: A Real Life Tale

As I mentioned on Sunday, this is the week of Daddy’s birthday, which means there are a little bit of extras when it comes to celebrating and indulgences. Last night was no different. It was movie night, and since I’d never seen it and HH and Lo seemed to find so much enjoyment in it, I opted for Magic Mike.  Continue Reading

His Hands: Masturbation Monday

As always, inspired by Kayla Lords’ Masturbation Monday meme.

It’s amazing the differences between His hands and mine. Mine bring pleasure, over 30 years of familiarity, a life long exploration of folds and depths. My hands know this body. Continue Reading

Orgasmic Haze: Masturbation Monday

It was a long weekend. Family. Funeral. Friends.

Drugs and alcohol.

Sex.

And M and I were up late last night, and didn’t end up fucking until after midnight.

And apparently I got off again on his hand randomly in the middle of the night. Continue Reading

When He Falls Asleep: Wicked Wednesday

Welcome to my first Wicked Wednesday!

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We were drunk.

He more than me, but I hadn’t realized it until it was too late.

Dizzy, He laid down and, in less than a minute, His eyes were closed and His breathing deep. Continue Reading

I Find Myself Alone

I have three kids. And my youngest just started Pre-K yesterday. It was a rough start for both of us. But M made it better, took me to breakfast, then golfing. By the time we were done, it was time to get my boy from school. Continue Reading

Welcome Home, Caitlyn!!

After being gone for just two days (I know, I know, I made it seem like we were apart forever), I finally made my way home last night. A rushed dinner was followed by story time and bedtime kisses, then the kiddos were tucked into bed and encouraged to fall asleep. Continue Reading

Afternoon Delight

It’s been a fabulous few weeks in the McConnell household. Since it’s bitter cold outside, M’s not been working, and with me working as a full-time writer, hell, I barely leave the house. Continue Reading

Interview With Kayla Lords, Author of Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love

Hey y’all. Do you know Kayla Lords? Well, if you don’t you should. Not only is a Bound_By_Love_cover__Finished (2)blogging friend of mine, but she’s an erotica writer too. And a damn good one at that. The second book in her Sir and Babygirl series comes out today and I’m so excited! Here’s what it’s about (from the backcover…) Continue Reading

Blog Tour for Submissions: Erotica for Women

When I was asked by Cleis Press to review  Submission: Erotica for book_imageWomen edited by Alex Algren, I couldn’t refuse. Cleis Press is one of my favorite erotica publishers and who doesn’t like free books! Continue Reading

A Quick Dip: Erotica

“Come on, hon.” She walks towards the edge of the water, “I thought you wanted to go for a swim.”

Will follows and drops their towels at the water’s edge, watching Tess’s body move into the water, moon light reflecting off her curves. I’m one lucky bastard.  Continue Reading

Making Her: Scene Stealer #20

Here’s a brief piece of erotica for you, dear reader, inspired by this week’s Scene Stealer from Write to Done. You must start your story with their scene, and this week, you had to use the second-person POV. Continue Reading

Exquisite

For years I wasn’t a fan of 69ing. The position exposed more of me than I was comfortable showing and at that point in time, I couldn’t imagine the close up of an ass to be attractive, especially my ass. It made me apprehensive, this discomfort, and therefore jittery and awkward, feeling weird in my own skin. Continue Reading

Making Love

Very rarely can I call what happens between M and me making love. I don’t have anything against it, making love, but it has a connotation of gentleness and of being tender.

M and I, we don’t make love. We fuck. Continue Reading