Tag Archives: fantasy
In which I just desperately need cock
There’s this big house that I’m wandering around, and occasionally I stumble across people wanking in different rooms of it. It’s full of sofas, and cushions and huge-screen TVs. What’s playing on the telly is almost-porn: one of those films which features tits and fucking, but also just enough plot that you’re not quite sure if it was pitched as a broader release. I am horny as fuck, and I desperately need cock.
I imagine – an erotic fantasy about you
This gorgeous erotic fantasy about you is written and read by the fabulous Sherryl of TintedBlu.com
I don’t need to be near you
I don’t need to smell you
I don’t need to feel you
Just the mere thought of you is enough…
Enough to make my pussy quiver…
Sweaty fucking: she fucks him and she sweats
Dunno about you but here at GOTN HQ it’s been a pretty sweaty week. I have stuck to every chair I’ve sat on, and broken my personal record of ‘number of cold showers in a day.’ At the time of writing, it still has not rained. Please enjoy this perspiration-focused erotica about some seriously sweaty fucking, written because I am desperate to turn this cloyingly-icky-humidity-sweat into lovely, wholesome fucksweat.
Golden delicious: silk underwear erotica
This delightful silk underwear erotica is written by Floss Liddell, and originally appeared on her website. It is read aloud here by Sherryl Blu.
He could choose his own underwear, so long as it was lingerie. Today he hesitated as his hands began to tug at his trousers…
The scribe: Ink on skin erotica
This sublime erotic short story about desire and ink on skin, is by Tabitha Rayne. It first appeared on her website and is read here by the author herself.
I’ve just hitched up my skirt. I’m kneeling and the hem is at my buttocks, almost exposing them, but not quite. The familiar tingling anticipation sweeps over my flesh as I part my thighs, just a little, and lift one of the implements laid out before me. I always start with the smallest – the finest.
I hold my breath and close my eyes letting my head fall back, jaw slack, in the pose that signifies the beginning of my ritual.