Erotica by Shannon

🚗 Is Car Sex Worth It? My Mazda Knows the Answer Last night, as I folded the sheets and tucked away the remnants of a dreamy rendezvous in the back of my white Mazda, a question popped into my head: Is car Sex worth it? I smiled. Because for me—and I'd bet my lover R would agree—it's not just worth it. It's mystique. Tenfold. Why Car Sex Works (and Works Well) It's portable. Wherever we go, the mood follows. It's spontaneous. No reservations, no waiting. Just us. It's sexy. Something about the confined space, the thrill, the risk. It's playful. We laugh, we tease, we explore. It's deeply connected. More than the Bedroom ever allows. Our Ritual: Romance in Motion We meet at Panera or Dunkin'. I hand him the key. He drives us somewhere quiet—hiking trails, sunset views, nature's backdrop. In the back of my car? A Rubbermaid container packed with essentials: Sheets Coconut oil Baby wipes Music Snacks Sometimes black nylons Always,...

There's something delicious about anticipation—how it coils low in the belly, how it lingers in the fingertips when you pack your overnight bag with toys meant for pleasure. All week, I'd been aching to share the ways I'd been touching myself, craving the moment I could show R. exactly what I'd discovered. Tonight, I wouldn't just tell him. I'd let him watch.

You Can't Fake the Moisture This morning, sunlight spilled through the kitchen window as he wrapped his arms around me, spinning me gently like a slow dance. His blue eyes met my sleepy green ones, and he smiled with quiet satisfaction. "You can't make up the moist," he whispered, lips brushing my ear. "Must mean I'm doing a good job…" I laughed softly, leaning into his warmth. The kiss he gave me was featherlight, lingering just long enough to remind me of last night—of how close we were, how wild. The living room TV hummed in the background, looping TikToks under his daughter's command, but we were in that kitchen, and we were in our own world. My body still hummed with the memory of his touch, the way our fantasies spilled into whispered confessions and tangled limbs. Moonlight had painted our silhouettes on the wall as we moved together—his hands gripping my hips, my legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper. We kissed like we were starving. I ...

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 ...

They went to Target for his pants. Passing a mannequin, she caught his subtle eyebrow lift at the pink thong on display. She paused—XS. He helped, his touch laced with an impatient eagerness only she could read. At checkout, as the clerk bagged his pants and her pink thong, I blushed. Naughty visions of their night ahead flickered through my mind. He met her gaze, a silent confirmation.  And, a slight shift in his stance said it all before they walked out.

He Glazed Me with His Honey: A Raw Tale of Desire and Surrender The night wrapped around me like velvet—cool, fragrant, and full of promise. After tending to my bodywork clients, I slipped behind the wheel, the hum of the engine a low purr beneath Sade's sultry voice. Her music constantly stirred memories of R—of the way our bodies had tangled in the car just the night before, limbs entwined, breath fogging the windows, the taste of him still lingering on my lips. As I turned onto his gravel driveway, the scent of earth and woodsmoke greeted me like an old lover. I paused, letting the crisp air kiss my skin, my gaze drifting upward into the ink-blue sky. The stars blinked knowingly, as if they too had witnessed our secret rendezvous. I exhaled the day, my body softening in anticipation. Inside, the house radiated warmth—garlic and cedar mingling in the air, the wood stove casting golden shadows across the walls. R had built this sanctuary with his hands, his heart, and his quiet de...