erotica

I am pleased," he said with a rich throaty accent. My heart melted. Simple as they were, those three little words meant the world to me.

Socrates held up his hands, wiggling his fingers. "God gave me these hands to change the world, one child at a time.

He found her utterly fascinating, a nameless, homeless, naked vampire, sleeping away the day in his bed, wanted by state and federal police.

Check the top 1000 books on Amazon. Most of them have a shirtless guy on the cover, because they're smutty "romance novels" (read: porn for women) about a girl being swept off her feet by one (or more) billionaire alpha-males. There are literally tens of thousands of books out there about shirtless billionaire alpha-male vampires who can't wait to mate with you. Lucky you! And women eat that shit up! Men, not so much. Men prefer to watch actual porn.

What I__ not going to bite it_are you mad?_ he said breathlessly.__UST BITE IT DAM IT!_ I said forcefully.__LRIGHT_GEES_just no lady ever asked me to bite it before_and besides mum says it__ not nice!_ he said nervously.

I__ here for as long as you want me.___hat if that__ forever?_ He asked.__hen I__ the luckiest girl in the world.

Love. Yes. That__ what I feel for you. Your smile makes me happy and your pain makes me hurt with you. Your unhappiness makes me unhappy. Your body makes me ache and you make me hard with need to be inside you. You are always on my mind and when I am not with you, I want you with me.

You found it,_ she announced.I smiled, knowing what she meant. She and I__ had conversations since I was a small child about finding true love. She__ fallen deep with my grampa, who I hadn__ met, he__ died before I was born in a work accident, but she__ never sought out anyone else. She couldn__ imagine her life without him. She__ told me that some people could find love over and over but others found it once and it was so perfect, so __t_ that they__ never look elsewhere, even if they lost it. They__ had such good from it that they were topped up for life.

But as an escort it__ our duty to hold their attention and play with their heads. The one between their ears and the one in their pants.

Personality is a piece of paper that folds in to conceal different sides and display others, like an Origami

People who label erotica writers as sluts/men-whores remind me of the mob that once condemned smart women as witches. Mankind has not evolved much.

Life's nycer when it's Naughtie!

The knowledge that life is finite was always in the back of my mind.

Life was indeed good for a Wolf-Creature in the deep woods who had found his very own little red-headed chew toy.

Bad wolf. Stop baiting the human.

Then I woke in the shade of the fig tree in my favorite park, with the gun barrel in my mouth.

There was something about ink curling across a man__ bulging bicep that invoked the dance of horniness.

Woman with known intentintending to exploreWoman with her senses on the edgeedging for some more..."From my poem, "Known Intent" - The Poetic Art of Seduction - Volume 1©Clarissa O. Clemens