By Frank Weber Not everybody is a writer. But there’s something most peculiar about writing erotica…you don’t have to be a ‘degreed and...

by John Tustin I see your body laid out on the bed and It is a fine thing, a work of art - One bare foot leaning over the edge just so...

by Ron Riekki I doze into your eyes, yes, so relaxed that I good-boy your everything, pet-pet-pet, steady love like lightninged ecstasy,...

By Jenny Swift I was bent face down over the bed, horizontally. Off to the side of the bed was a single tether that usually attached to a...

By Gianni Shamari "Bula!" echoes in Maré and Barbie’s ears as their small boat approaches the beach. Although they couldn't understand...

By: Frank Weber It was a warm and muggy morning. The sky was already a hazy film of blue, pocked with puffs of clouds here and there. It...