EROTICA

A circular story of sorts

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Content warning: non-consensual sex

Opening her eyes, the first thing she became aware of was the dampness under her cheek. Her eyes focused on the color right in front of her: green. Grass. Why was she lying on the grass? She didn’t understand how she got there; what she did there; where she was.

She pushed herself up and looked around her. All she saw was grass. No houses, no other people, nothing. Only grass. Behind her there were some huge rocks and further to the back, what appeared to be, a hill. From where she sat it almost looked…


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Erotica

She went to the library to soothe her soul, and accidentally became a voyeur.

“Do you need help?”

She looked at me over the brim of her glasses, her hand resting expectantly on the magazine in front of her.

“No, thank you,” I said, smiling at the librarian, “I will find my way.”
I don’t think she even heard my last words, as her eyes had already lowered back to what she was reading when I disturbed her with my arrival.

This wasn’t my first time in this old library, but the first time I came here during the evening hours. The dark mahogany interior always soothed the unrest in me, and that was…


From the TV series, The Tudors (source Pinterest)

Erotica

He lay on top of her, panting, and whispered in her ear: “You’re my Queen.”

Catherine stretched her arms sideways and yawned, opening her eyes. Everything was still dark around her. She closed her eyes again, and smiled when images of her dream entered her memory.

Tall and handsome and very well groomed, he stood in front of her, a smile on his face. It seemed that smile was only for her. His grip on her body was gentle and demanding, loving and firm. She offered no resistance when he turned her around, and undid the endless row of pearl buttons at the back of her ball gown.

A dreamy smile played around Catherine’s lips…


EROTICA

She ends up where she starts, and starts where she ends up…

Content warning: violent, non-consensual sex

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Opening her eyes, the first thing she became aware of was the dampness under her cheek. Her eyes focused on the color right in front of her: green. Grass. Why was she lying on the grass? She didn’t understand how she got there; what she did there; where she was.

She pushed herself up and looked around her. All she saw was grass. No houses, no other people, nothing. Only grass. Behind her there were some huge rocks and further to the back, what appeared to be, a hill. From where she sat it almost…


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Micro fiction of exactly 100 words


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Erotica, Series

Milah giggles… Touching herself? No way. She finally has the guts to look at her body, but touching herself is out of the question.

Continued from part 1…

Once again Milah rolls her shoulders forward and backwards, this time noticing how her breasts move too.

Her breasts… where in the world has she gotten the notion that her breasts are sagging? They have always been her best assets. When has she forgotten that? Milah cups her breasts with her hands, feeling the firm softness of the flesh. She straightens her back and watches as her nipples perk up too. Her nipples… are they still as sensitive as they have once been? Her thumbs and forefingers softly take hold of the perky little points and…


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Erotica, Series

There’s a sparkle in her eyes, something she has almost forgotten about.

…change,
… feel… good,
… difference
… make it right

Snippets of the Michael Jackson lyrics drift towards her from the bedroom and nestle in her ears when Milah steps out of the bathroom onto the landing. She has a towel tightly wrapped around her and softly hums along with the music. When she closes the door quietly behind her, she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirrored closet. Normally she would ignore her reflection, but now she stops.

Stares.

The mirrors have been there for some months now. It had been his suggestion: a wall to wall closet…


EROTICA

Her whispered words hung in the air like a subtle perfume.

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Red bra on crumpled sheets…
The meeting lasted the entire afternoon and left her tired and despondent, seriously doubting whether the deal would finally come through. Vera had worked on this for months and after numerous meetings, the CEO of a multinational still had questions and demands. Each time he had sent her back to the drawing board. And now… again. She was close to the point of calling off everything. Sometimes she thought nothing would give her more satisfaction than to say ‘no deal’, stand up and walk from a meeting, but she couldn’t. This will be the deal of…


Short Story

Buck realized that something was wrong. The mirage wasn’t a mirage at all and neither was it water. It was something he had never seen before.

“Dammit, it’s hot,” Buck said and pulled his red handkerchief from his pants pocket. Only Chicca, his beautiful brown mare, heard him. As if in answer, she snorted and shrugged her head. Buck took off his hat and wiped his forehead with the handkerchief, but to no avail. Pearls of sweat instantly formed again. He wiped once more, gave it up, put his hat back on and pushed his spurs against Chicca’s flanks to get her moving again.

Buck noticed the mirage in the distance. It looked like water, but he knew better. He would never get to the mirage…


EROTICA

The traffic cop looked at her, starting at her feet and following the line of her legs up to the hem of her skirt, which was halfway between her knees and her crotch.

Early evening. Dusk had just set in. Damn! She’d been putting in overtime on this late summer’s day and she thought it would be a smooth drive home. Probably the hold up was because of an accident up ahead. Or roadworks. Damn! she thought again, I’m tired and want to get home.

Moving forward inch by inch and bored with the situation, she thought about her best friend. Clara grabbed her cell phone and sent her friend a text. She almost immediately got a reply: I’ve just read your blog and I have to say, I love today’s post… Mmmmm.

Marie A. Rebelle

Lifestyle blogger, submissive by nature, sharing erotic images, and writing about all things in life. Find more on https://rebelsnotes.com

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