I lay myself across his chest, kissing his neck, my tongue flicking and swirling against his skin, until his growls against my hair.
His hands slip behind me, the heat from his palms burning into my backside, branding me with an invisible mark of his need, as he pulls me harder into him.
Category: Short stories
Here’s a little piece of erotic flash fiction for you – perfect just before you fall asleep… Happy reading! Ina x He’s nothing but a wolf(read more…)
Flash fiction isn’t something I write very often, but I hope you like this little piece of sexiness for #WickedWednesday’s Coffee prompt, inspired by a(read more…)
This is my naughty little effort for this week’s #MasturbationMonday. As it’s summer holiday season, I’ve sent my characters to holiday apartments, that just happen(read more…)
The #WickedWednesday prompt this week caught my eye: Vintage Art. I love art in a big way, so set out perusing way too many vintage(read more…)
“Goddess worshipping.” A ghost of your whisper curls around my neck as I press my back against the front door. Even as my head tilts to(read more…)
I know he’ll be alone, with anyone else nearby already asleep; I feel alone, too, here, surrounded by people all going about their business(read more…)
Slivers of light illuminate her carriage. It’s as ancient as she is, black as this witching hour, and only moonbeams confirming its existence. High in(read more…)
Dear Diary, I’ve been in hotel rooms before, so what’s wrong with this one? Maybe it’s the room number. I mean, who would knowingly give(read more…)