Erotic: A Narrative Fiction

Joe: Swell! Thanks a lot. Oh er, Giovanni, er... How would you like to make some money?

Trailing a finger up the length of Booker’s cock, Tom flicked out his tongue and licked his lips suggestively. “Well, we would do that swarson

Nevada heard me and grins, “Isn't she? I love beautiful things.” I felt his hand brush up against my ass and started goosing me a little. Normally, I would stop this but I was

“That’s not a lot compared to how much Buck here can start.” He said indiscreetly.

“Before I die, I definitely want to experience that, my friends. I already know what I'd do,” he continued. “I'd set one on my face and the other on my cock. And when they'd had their fill, I'd switch them around.”

(He again turns her head and tries to nuzzle in and she turns away from him, not with distaste but with momentary lack of interest: in a mood to pursue what they’re talking about)

“And what is a young lady like you doing messing around with older men? But I believe that’s beside the point” Ms. Ojo smirked as Mayella’s face began to turn a crimson red.

I gave a rough kick to his leg under the table, wiping the smirk off and replaced it with a pained expression. “You’re Blake Lawson and I know you don’t need me to be another person forever in your debt. Are we

“I suppose my money doesn’t hurt.” ”

"Yikes, don't give Dolls a room- his version of foreplay probably involves corporal punishment and interrogation." Wynonna teased and slugged back something that was cool down her throat but left an aftertaste like an ashtray. "I bet all the girls just crumble for him," She clicked her tongue.

Perceval smirked. “Somehow, you’re always ravenous when I pay. And come to think if it, I pay a lot.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll pay you the money. And by the way, I know I’ll love it!”

Another smile graced her lips for a moment, light laughter there to accompany it as Anton’s lips brushed at her ear gently. ❝ Of course I don’t want to share you. I am a terrible and selfish young lady and sharing, especially you, might be the hardest thing for a fiend as me to do. ❞ Her shoulder nudged gently at the man’s form, a spark

“What’s so funny,” Micah probes, stretching his stiff muscles and disregarding the stinging sensations from the scratches on his arms, shoulders, face, and hands.

“ Well.. now it is. So you can say that it's not a bet because I just used it as a bet, HA!”