Erotica by Shannon

The shop smelled of Nag Champa—her favorite incense. The moment she stepped inside, the familiar scent wrapped around her like a soft shawl, instantly soothing the ache she hadn't realized she was still carrying. It had only been a few weeks since the breakup, but the memory was still sharp. She'd planned a surprise—fresh sheets, a new down comforter, a quiet gesture of love. No occasion, just a moment to make him feel cherished. She hadn't seen any cars in the driveway and assumed he was at work. There was no need to circle around back; the front was clear. She let herself in, the house silent, just as she expected. But upstairs, behind the bedroom door, everything changed. She didn't scream. Didn't cry. Just stood there, frozen, as the scene unfolded—her boyfriend tangled in bed with his best friend's wife. The sheets and comforter slipped from her hands, forgotten. She turned and walked out, her heart hollowed by betrayal. Since then, she'd returned only ...

Those Blue Eyes Say So Much:   Sensual Nights ,  Lingering Glances, and the Language of Lust He got into my car, and the moment he did, the air shifted—charged with memory and anticipation. I turned to look at him. His eyes, a deep and mesmerizing blue, met mine with a quiet intensity. I knew that shade. I knew what it meant. Satisfaction. It was written in the way his gaze lingered, in the subtle curve of his lips. Two nights earlier, we had surrendered to each other in the hush of the car's embrace. The memory of that night—our bodies entwined, our breath mingling—still pulsed through me. When we parted, I watched his taillights disappear into the night, my heart whole, my body humming with the echo of his touch. I fell asleep with a smile, the warmth of him still wrapped around me. Now, his gaze pierced through me again, and without a word, he knew. He knew I felt it too. He grinned. I blushed, lowering my eyes, trying to hide the obvious—though failing beautifully. "Did yo...

Saturday Seduction   She fit against me like a secret I'd been waiting to tell. The rain outside blurred the world, but in this moment, everything was sharp—her scent, her warmth, the way her breath hitched when I pulled her closer. She’s here. She wants this. Just like I do. I whispered, “Let’s go up to my nest,” and felt her body respond before her lips did. That little shift in her weight, the way her fingers lingered on my arm—it was all the answer I needed. As we slipped beneath the covers, I wrapped myself around her, my face buried in the curve of her neck. God, she smells like rain and something sweeter. I could stay here forever. Her body molded into mine, and I felt the slow thrum of desire building between us. I pressed against her, not to rush, but to remind her: I’m here. I feel you. I want you. She turned onto her stomach, and I reached for the oil, watching her with a hunger I didn’t need to name. She knows. She always knows. I stroked myself slowly, delibera...

The Sexiest Thing You Can Say What if the sexiest thing you could say had nothing to do with words? Last Saturday, my lover R.S. went dirtbike riding—his first long ride of the year. Forty miles or so. Just him, the trail, and the hum of adrenaline. I know how he gets after a ride like that. His energy? Uncontainable. His body? Taut, pulsing with effort. His cock? Rock-hard and ready. The thought of him—dust-covered, sweat-slick, all man—made my thighs ache. I was already wet before he walked through the door. And when he did, I had plans. Plans to use every ounce of that post-ride energy. I was ready for a ride of my own. You could call it selfish. But leaving that kind of opportunity untouched? Not my style. We jumped into his F-150. I didn't care where we were headed. I just needed him parked. Still. Mine. I had intentions. Unladylike ones. He drove us to a secluded, pretty, wooded spot near a quiet pond. Honestly, I barely noticed the scenery. All I wanted was the ...