Erotic Desires

The words sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She knew that when he got like this - commanding and demanding - it meant they were both on the precipice of release. And goddamn if it didn't make everything so much hotter.

Slipping into the bedroom, Jenna quietly shut the door behind her. Her partner was in the living room watching TV, completely oblivious to her plans. That was fine by her; she preferred a little privacy for this particular activity.

I climbed onto our bed and positioned myself in the center, my legs spread wide to give him an unobstructed view of my glistening slit. With one hand resting gently on my belly, I began slowly circling my swollen clit with the other. It didn’t take long for me to lose myself in the pleasure coursing through me.

As they neared their peak, she reached down between them and began to rub circles on her swollen clit. The added stimulation was enough to send them both hurtling over the edge. Their orgasms crashed over them like a tidal wave, leaving them breathless and sated.

With nothing better to do, I created a Tinder profile during my lunch break and by 5pm that evening I had arranged my first ever one-night stand. His profile picture showed a muscular torso and his bio mentioned how his hands were “magic” but included very little other information. He didn’t want anything serious – just something fun for lockdown. Despite this being exactly what I was after as well, his forwardness made him seem a bit sleazy and I wasn’t sure if I was really up for getting that physical with a stranger. But then again… what else did I have to do?!

Eva admired her friend's bravery but couldn't help but feel envious. It had been so long since Eva had felt a man's touch or heard the sound of pleasure coming from someone else's lips.

She moved toward the center of the room, swaying her hips seductively as she began to unbutton her shirt. My eyes were glued to her as she revealed more and more skin until finally, she let the shirt fall open and shrugged it off her shoulders.

They clung to each other as the waves of pleasure washed over them, their bodies still trembling with aftershocks. Amelia pressed soft kisses against Violet’s lips, pouring all of her love and affection into each touch.

She pressed back against him, grinding against his hand as she neared the edge. With a guttural groan, she came hard all over his fingers - convulsing with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.

But secrets can be powerful things – especially sexual ones – and this one was no exception to the rule. In fact, if anything, keeping this particular secret had made us closer. Our sex life had improved significantly since my little epiphany (how could it not?), but we’d also become closer outside of the bedroom too because of it.