A flock of seagulls stood closely together, each pacing around, searching for any traces of food hidden in the sand. Knowing how skittish they were, I moved very carefully towards them. I stayed low, moved me feet closer and closer to them. A couple of them stopped and looked at me, before scurrying further away. It was a big risk for me to continue my approach, but I took that risk, and was justly rewarded.
Some of you may remember some time ago when I posted an Erotic Bites story called New Membership, I wrote about a couple who become members of a lifestyle club in downtown Nashville. I was inspired to write about this club after learning about it’s existence. Yes, it’s a real place, it’s in downtown Nashville, and it really is an exclusive club where people will dance, swing, and explore their own sexuality. It may seem surprising to the uninitiated, but these kinds of clubs are much more prevalent than you would think, with similar establishments in nearly every major city across the country. If you don’t believe me, see for yourself. Depending on where you live, there could be one just within driving distance.
Well, here I am, at my laptop, with a half-finished story on my screen, and I can’t think of how to continue it. I find myself suffering from that great frustration known as writer’s block. I keep telling myself I can push through it if I just sit down and think, but I do so, and I remember why I stepped away in the first place. It’s especially frustrating as I’ve made a promise to you, my readers, that I would provide regular posts, and a new short story every week. I fear I may not be able to guarantee every week at this point.
Still dark, and the parking garage was still empty. A lone car pulls into one of the spaces, and shuts off. Crickets were still chirping while the streetlights buzzed overhead, and only a hint of blue formed in the night sky, signaling that dawn would soon rise. The driver door of the car opened, and a tall, black man exited. His head was shaved, and his designer suit was crisp and pressed.
The bright glow of morning began to shine through the blinds of the bedroom window. Although it did not shine directly onto the bed, it was still enough to stir the sleeping, brunette man that laid in bed, asleep. As he took his first deep breath of the day, his arm reached up above his head, and shifted his body to stretch his muscles. The grey sheets slid down his body, revealing a fit, shaven abdomen. It was almost a very relaxing wake-up, until the alarm went off next to him. Rick turned his head quickly, and reached over to shut it off with a slap, cursing it.
I can still recall the first time I raised my hand up, held my palm open, and swung it down onto the tender flesh of a woman’s buttocks. The room rang with a sharp, satisfying tone, followed by a whimper of pleasure and pain. The pale skin on her rear was already turning pink, and formed the shape of my hand. She took a breath, dipped her head, looked back at me with her brown eyes, and said, “Again”. Ok, so maybe that was how my second experience in spanking went.
A yellow taxi stops in front of a cheap, little apartment building. A long row of fair-looking houses sit on the opposite side of the street. Each one was closed off by it’s own wire fence, and all lit by yellow street lights. The taxi door opens, and a petite, young woman steps out in a violet and blue, patterned sundress. Her brown hair was styled, and it was clear she had spent a good amount of time on her make-up.
There’s a moment when you wake up, where you’re right between experiencing a good dream, and when you realize your eyes are just closed. You don’t know which sensations are real, and which are just left over from your dreaming. James wasn’t sure what this sensation he was feeling came from. He was feeling really good, almost euphoric, like floating in his bed. However, he seemed to be feeling little jolts coming from his groin.
Hello, all you handsome and beautiful people! It’s been quite a week or so for me, and I’m only just getting around to resuming my usual writings and musings. I trust your holidays all went pretty well, too. After checking out my social media, it looks like a lot has happened. We’ve lost some pretty amazing celebrities, and 2016 is clearly making a last ditch effort to get as many amazing people as it can before it’s over. With any luck, these last couple days will go by without anymore travesties.
Sitting on the couch, Brian sat in a barely-lit room. His auburn hair was looking messy, as he hadn’t cared to even comb it that day. He wore a pair of blue pajama pants with a gray tee as he clicked a remote, searching for a good movie to stream on his large flat screen. He had to search for a while as he’d seen many of the movies on the screen already. He sighed, and set down his remote for minute, feeling bored.
I don’t know when it first happened, but there was a time, back when I was a teenager, and I was only attracted to thinner women, as most young guys are. But at some point, I began to look at larger women with more appreciation for their appearance. I remember one such woman from my class when I was a junior. She was absolutely gorgeous, but was also a bit more curvy than the women I was normally into. I didn’t understand my attraction to her at the time, but she was probably one of my bigger crushes back then.
“The One Gold Slave” is a step above my expectations, and I was blown away by the world she had created. From the very first page, she had my attention. After the first chapter, I was enthralled by the story. Before I had realized it, I was almost half-way through the book. I believe there may have been a moment when I checked the page I was on, which was 168, and in what felt like minutes, I checked again, and found myself on page 244. There was no way I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to sit down, at this moment, and give you all a thorough review. And for those of you who read my posts regularly, you know how thorough I like to be.