erotica

You know what I want? I just want you to be open to the fact that I am a woman. I__e got emotions. I__e got expectations. I cry. I laugh. And I was drawn to you because, first, you are a handsome man. But, secondly, after spending the time that we__e spent, I just have an intuition that you__e the type of man who can appreciate a good woman. I really don__ care about your past and how many women you__e screwed.

Books to read. Bitches to push out of the door.

I can give you a girl__ perspective,_ Eve offered with a smile. ____ totally not into the girl-on-girl thing, but I know an attractive pussy when I see one.

A werewolf bite turned me gay?

As I finished my rice, I sketched out the plot of a pornographic adventure film called The Massage Room. Sirien, a young girl from northern Thailand, falls hopelessly in love with Bob, an American student who winds up in the massage parlor by accident, dragged there by his buddies after a fatefully boozy evening. Bob doesn't touch her, he's happy just to look at her with his lovely, pale-blue eyes and tell her about his hometown - in North Carolina, or somewhere like that. They see each other several more times, whenever Sirien isn't working, but, sadly, Bob must leave to finish his senior year at Yale. Ellipsis. Sirien waits expectantly while continuing to satisfy the needs of her numerous clients. Though pure at heart, she fervently jerks off and sucks paunchy, mustached Frenchmen (supporting role for Gerard Jugnot), corpulent, bald Germans (supporting role for some German actor). Finally, Bob returns and tries to free her from her hell - but the Chinese mafia doesn't see things in quite the same light. Bob persuades the American ambassador and the president of some humanitarian organization opposed to the exploitation of young girls to intervene (supporting role for Jane Fonda). What with the Chinese mafia (hint at the Triads) and the collusion of Thai generals (political angle, appeal to democratic values), there would be a lot of fight scenes and chase sequences through the streets of Bangkok. At the end of the day, Bob carries her off. But in the penultimate scene, Sirien gives, for the first time, an honest account of the extent of her sexual experience. All the cocks she has sucked as a humble massage parlor employee, she has sucked in the anticipation, in the hope of sucking Bob's cock, into which all the others were subsumed - well, I'd have to work on the dialogue. Cross fade between the two rivers (the Chao Phraya, the Delaware). Closing credits. For the European market, I already had line in mind, along the lines of "If you liked The Music Room, you'll love The Massage Room.

don__ order me around like that unless it involves a safe word and a couple of interesting toys.

What do we have here?_ Grant slurs at me. He seems different and it raises flags in my mind. His fingers wrap around a section of my hair and it scares me. His face is flushed red and his eyes are glassy and bright. I can smell the smoky scent of whiskey or scotch rolling off his tongue as he speaks and breathes heavily.____ lost and I need a ride home._ My voice wavers as I speak and I hate it. I fist my hands in the hem of my blazer.____l get Albert for you, but first spend some time with me,_ he slurs again, sounding like his tongue is too large for his mouth. As if sensing my attention, the tip of his tongue sneaks out and slides along his supple bottom lip. He smiles as he tastes the alcohol that__ staining his mouth. His eyes are bright and shiny and glazed over. He has a smirk on his face that shows off his dimple. It no longer reminds me of Whitt. It seems sinister and dangerous- promising something I__ not ready to experience.The feel of his fingers playing with my hair gives me goosebumps and I shiver as my scalp tightens, sucking up the pleasant attention. I do my first stupid-girl moment of my life. I shameless crush on a guy and let it turn my thoughts to mush.__kay, if you promise to call Albert first._ I try to negotiate with him and he gives me a naughty smirk for agreeing.He backs me up with his physical presence. His front touches mine- chest-to-chest. His lips part and breathes the smoky, whiskey scent onto my chin. My back hits the door behind me with an audible thump. He reaches around me and I don__ wince. I anticipate him touching me and crave it. Instead, his hand twists the doorknob by my hip and I fall backwards.I__ pushed into a dark room until my legs connect with the edge of a bed. I can__ see anything, and the only sound is our combined breathing. I feel alive with caution. I__ aware of every hair, every nerve on my flesh. My senses are so in-tuned that I can feel my system pumping the blood through my veins nourishing my whole body.

Ramming it up the middle only works if you soften the defenses up a little first," the coach said.

Tell me what I am to you._ __h honey, you__e the man I call when I need a ride.

Keep Calm and Bend Over

You know what would really help? If men started looking at it like a bank. The more you deposit the more you can withdraw later. Make a woman come as a rule, she__ going to be more receptive to regular sex and much more open-minded about what__ on the table as far as experimenting. Common sense.

He had the face of an angel, but he f**ked like a devil.

If I were you, I__ clear those cobwebs out because there isn__ a shop-vac out there strong enough to handle that job.

Cassie,_ I growl at the young brunette. __ow__ the sobriety?__lex brought the submissive to us. She__ an addict that he councils at Transcend. I don__ want to be mean to her right now, especially since my best friend brought her here, but I__ furious and she__ an outlet. She can__ strike back.__inety days sober,_ she says with pride.__hat__ awesome,_ I say enthusiastically and smile at her. __ love how we have to give fuck ups a medal when they behave. I would think it should go to those who never fuck up. What__ the incentive to behave if all you have to do is get shit-faced and steal shit for years and then ninety days on the straight-and-narrow we have to pat you on the back for being a good girl,_ I say in a saccharine voice.She gazes at me with huge, glassy brown eyes. I can see the tears forming. Cassie worries her full bottom lip between her teeth and tries not to blink.__ut hey, what do I know. It just seems like the system is flawed. The good little boys and girls just don__ get the recognition that a crack-whore thief gets,_ I shrug.Cassie blinks and the surface of her tears breaks and they finally slide down her cheeks in shame.__ut go you!_ I shout sarcastically. I give her a thumbs up and walk down the hall.__old_ that was just cold, dude,_ Alex chuckles at me.That was so bad that I have to laugh or I__ puke. I shake my head as my belly contracts from laughter.__core on my newest asshattery?_ I ask my partner in crime. If I didn__ have him I__ scream. I__l owe Master Marcus forever. He stripped me bare until Font was naked in the impact room at Brownstone I trained in. Alex walked in and shook my hand- instant best friend.__h_ He taps his chin in thought and the bastard tucks his black hair behind his ear. I growl at him because he did it on purpose. He knows how much I miss the feel of my hair swinging at my jawline.Alex arches a perfect brow above his aqua eye and smirks. He runs his hands through his hair and groans in pleasure._8.5. It was a decent attempt, but you pulled your hit. You__e too soft. I bet you were scared you__ make her relapse.___eah,_ I say bashfully.__ot happening, bud. I__ just that fucking good. I better go do some damage control. Don__ hurt any more subs. Pick on the big bastards. They may bite back, but their egos are delicate.

He was lickable sex.

Led Zeppelin! I clapped my hand over my mouth.This big, strong man, wearing a muscle shirt and cargo pants, sang rock songs to a toddler in the middle of the night. I was so toast. Game over. And it was doubly terrifying, considering I had no idea how to make him stick around. He would leave and take his sweetness and his Pepto and our hearts.

A reaper in a bubble bath? What an affront to the dignity of death.

Sweetheart, I__l be a Marine __il they bury my cold, dead, decrepit ass in the ground a good fifty or sixty years from now.