Tag: Erotica

[Erotica] Song to the Siren

Featured image ‘A Siren’ by Edward Armitage 1888. 
Song to the Siren by Larry Becket and Tim Buckley. Lyric images created with ImageQuote app.

The waves lap at the hull of the boat. There are no other seaworthy vessels to be seen forIMG_2820 miles. I am adrift, and I am lost. Though not as it might seem to some in a navigational sense, I am lost of heart, adrift in a sea of longing. I remember with a dull ache in my chest and I must confess a throbbing in my cock, how your eyes sparkled as I drew your lips to mine, your fingers firm and certain guiding my hard length into as yet unexplored waters.

My heart sang, or perhaps you sang to me, I cannot recall the details, the memories of our union made hazy by the way you enveloped me, your entire being taking over mine, your existence in my world and your proximity to my body rendering everything but my knowledge of you utterly unimportant.

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[Erotica] Have Yourself a Slutty Little Christmas

Featured image ‘Ornamental Voyeur‘ originally by Cara Thereon.

‘Were you just … masturbating?’

I sounded far more prudish than I had planned to but I had to admit to being slightly horrified by the scene before me.

‘Oh come on. You know how much I love Christmas.’

She did love Christmas, but this … this was just … obscene. She was lying on the bed with everything from baubles to tinsel scattered around her, a smooth bauble was still nestled in her palm and I am certain it’s shine would be slightly dulled in parts as her juices began to dry upon it. Fairy lights twinkled all around her and despite my reservations about her choice of erotic inspiration I did giggle, she looked like the naughtiest elf there had ever been.

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[Erotica] Putting on a Show

‘My dick is so fucking hard, I just need to watch a ton of porn and jerk off until my balls stop aching.’

‘Let me watch.’

‘What? Are you joking? You want to watch me jerk off?’

I did, I really fucking did. I was as horny as he was hard, and if there hadn’t been an ocean between us I’d have let him destroy my cunt with his dick until neither of us could walk. Instead, I’d settle for watching him pump his fist up and down his shaft, praying I got the cum shot I was eager for.

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[Erotica] Alice’s Adventures in Debauchery

Featured images by Posy Churchgate and used with permission.

‘Alice! Alice! Stop this infernal daydreaming and listen to me, and while you’re at it take off those ridiculous socks!’

Alice raised her gaze slowly and looked at her husband, with a look that could not be mistaken for anything other than disdain. Her loving, adventurous Robert was long gone. His corporate job and his commitment to it being greater than to her had turned him into a dull, unloving and even worse, an unlovable man.

‘You know what Robert? I won’t take my socks off, but I will take them away from you. I’m going to bed, don’t bother following. The spare room is all yours tonight.’

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[Erotica] Amortentia

Image from HarryPotter Wikia

Content Warning: Contains themes of non-consent and forced drug use.

‘Amortentia doesn’t really create love, of course. It is impossible to manufacture or imitate love. No, this will simply cause a powerful infatuation or obsession. It is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this room – oh yes,’ he said, nodding gravely at Malfoy and Nott, both of whom were smirking sceptically. ‘When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love …’
Professor Slughorn – Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince


She laughs as they ask what the drink is called, her answer weeding out the muggles. The embodiment of the word fanatic, she thinks they deserve to be fucked with if they are not aware of the world she inhabits, if only in her mind.

‘Amortentia my dear, it is a most powerful  … aphrodisiac.’

She fails to mention that the aphrodisiac effect is for her and that something a little darker is meant for them.

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[Erotica] Panty Passion

I peered through the crack in the door, almost certain of what I’d see and I was not wrong or disappointed. He held in his hands a pair of my knickers, lacy, flimsy and definitely no match for his ever increasing erection.

‘Interesting choice. What made you choose them to wear?’

‘What? I … er …. oh, haha, very funny, no I just found these in my drawer and was putting them back for you.’

‘Or you were planning to wear them, watch porn and have a wank. But now you are going to wear them, not watch porn and be wanked.’

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[Erotica] The Rules

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‘Look, you know the rules. We can’t.’

I did know the rules or should I say his rules and I thought they were fucking stupid. Not least of all because they weren’t my rules, but they were still imposing on my life and spoiling my fun. I wouldn’t mind if she was saying no, because she didn’t want it, but saying no when she did want it, just made no sense to me.

Masturbation Monday Week 221 with prompt by May More
Original Image by May More

Rules aside, she began to remove her clothes, leaving nothing on but her white shirt and her tights, sheer with a hint of blue, I wanted nothing more than to rip them from her body, before pushing her thighs apart and delving tongue first into her delicious, wet cunt.

I think my desire for her is a form of madness, it twists in my gut, makes my mind foggy and pushes out any sense of propriety. Which always worked very well for us, friendship and passion combining, we would spend hours talking, fucking and exploring our mutual interest in photography.

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[Erotica] Listen To Me

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Original Image by F Dot Leonora

This week’s Friday Flash was inspired by the image provided for this week’s prompt …

‘Listen to me.’

‘No.’

She wouldn’t listen to him. Especially when he meant ‘obey’ when he said listen. She was not a child or a doormat and he did not know what she wanted.

She despised him and his air of arrogance, his assumed authority over every woman that caught his eye, his piercing gaze and tone of voice that told her he thought she was just like the rest of the women who fawned all over him.

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[Erotica] When Lust Lives On

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As many of you will know I enjoy getting involved in Sinful Sunday, while it is a great place to share images and find inspiration for new ways to create my own images, every now and then it inspires a blog post too. This time it is the wonderful image from Love is a Paraphilia. I was a bit stumped for a Masturbation Monday post this week, life has got a lot going on and I think a little bit of writer’s block set in towards the end of last week. But I couldn’t stop musing on the idea of discarded Polaroids being found in an old and derelict building, so I let my mind run with it and this is what came of that inspiration. 


The old manor house had always been in a state of disrepair, new owners that purchased it but never saw fit to renovate let it move into derelict territory. As it lay abandoned it was impossible not to imagine what it could once have been, what memories must lie within its walls, as I stood in front of it I recalled the experiences I had there myself before it had fallen to be the ruin it now was.

We were young, adventurous and definitely thrill seekers, we engaged in what many people would consider ‘bedroom activities’ in a myriad of places, and rarely were any of them even close to a bedroom. Even as the seasons changed, and bright summer days gave way to autumn leaves and winter frosts we could still be found cavorting outside in various states of undress exploring the most intimates parts of one another.

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[Erotica] The Crow’s Whore

She had admired him from afar for a long time. When she finally had the chance to engage him in conversation her admiration grew and so did her longing to be with him. She was disappointed that he seemed a little reticent to join her for dinner, and even more so when after eventually dining with her he didn’t seem as captivated by her as she was by him. She knew what had to be done though, it had been a long time since she yearned for a man’s attention in this way and she wasn’t about to let a little disinterest stop her from getting what she wanted.

There was much to prepare. She had very little time until the moon was at its most powerful, but between now and then she must collect a little of his essence to bring them together, before collecting her own treasure from its place of storage.

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