adult erotica Archives - Dirty Thoughts of a Twisted Soaper

chapter 1 can be found here: Part 1 Andre led Amanda to the car quickly, the rain had begun to fall while they were in the theater and the city glistened with street lights and storefronts casting their glow onto the dampened street. Amanda stood at the side of his sleek black pick up truck…

As always I am playing along with the lovely Marie who hosts Wicked Wednesday Chapter 2 can be found by clicking here Jasmine got dressed as Patrick watched her in the dimness of the bar, a soft smile played across his face. Looking around for her panties he held them up and said, “lose something?”.…

If you are new to Wicked Wednesday click that button and find the amazing Marie and jump on the bandwagon. Today’s prompt is Home Alone It’s very quiet over here like I am home alone. But I’m not. They are always watching, they don’t think I know about them. I found the first camera…

The staircase was deserted on this sultry afternoon. Sir led her about midway up, opened her blouse to expose her brown nipples to his mouth and the peeps of sun. In a smooth second he had her blindfolded, and tied to the rail. She heard footsteps nearing as he said, Have fun, I’m right here.…

Allison felt his cock still driving into her over and over and her own body began to match his thrusts. Dammit he felt so amazing buried inside of her, this whole thing was arousing as much as she would deny if asked. His hands in her hair he slowed his pace and pulled her head…

Tossing this in with Wicked Wednesday this week! Jasmine wasn’t really in the mood to leave her house, but she wasn’t in a mood to stay either. Tossing on a cute low cut top and shorts she looked in the mirror to see how she looked. Fuck, she was old. Her hair already salt and…

Allison listened as he pulled away from her, fully aware of her body’s response to his presence. Straining to hear where he was she heard what sounded like a bag opening just behind her. The ground on her knees was chilled and starting to dampen from the cool night air, her heart still beating so…

Allison got dressed, tossed on her favorite jeans, a tank top, put on her hiking boots and threw a bandana around her hair to keep the sweat out of her eyes and headed out the door. Driving to the lake she was bouncing out of her seat, spring had arrived and tonight it was supposed…

There is something about a button down that is simply gratifying to wear. A man’s button down, if he is built broader and wider than you can often be a place of security. Especially if it still smells of his cologne or a blend of him mixed with you after a passionate night. I have…

Write a letter to your first love…or to your younger self at that time. What did you take away? What do you remember? Are your memories happy, sad…bittersweet? How did you grow? Was your first love even a person? I often wonder whatever happened to you. It is hard to picture me ever being that…