Erotica by Shannon

The Orgasm You Have When You’re Alone—But Aren’t A few days ago, I experienced something rare. R brought me to an orgasm I’ve only ever known in solitude. The kind that arrives when I’m alone, unobserved, and completely unguarded. But this time, I wasn’t alone—and that changed everything. We walked across his land, the sun casting long shadows over the Bluestem. He moved the heavy fence to the middle pasture and waited for me. When his hand slipped into mine, it carried the energy of a slow Sunday morning—unhurried, present, and full of possibility. He glanced at me with a flicker of mischief in his deep blue eyes and murmured, “Gun shack?” My body responded before my mind could catch up. I traced the inside of his palm with my fingers, letting him feel where I already was. He tightened his grip slightly, his restraint palpable, and picked up the pace toward his tin-roofed retreat. Inside, the world fell away. R stripped quickly, shedding his smooth exterior. I undressed slowly, teasin...

🖤 It's Not Just About His Cock Last Sunday, I stepped into a fantasy I'd long imagined—blindfolding R.S. while wearing a navy blue lace bra and panty set. To seasoned BDSM players, it might seem tame. But for me, it cracked open something more profound: a new lens into R.S.'s psyche. I realized then—it's not just about his cock. That moment revealed how layered his desires truly are. The man blindfolded on the bed wasn't just craving Sex. He was yearning for a woman who could match him, challenge him, and guide him into new realms—mentally, emotionally, intimately. His cock is a bonus, not the focus. Yes, it deserves admiration, pleasure, and worship. But the real power lies in his mind and senses. Without stimulating all five, any woman would miss the golden opportunities that lie beyond the physical. And when I took one sense away—his sight—I saw something shift. His need for control surged. That insecurity, that primal edge, became my playground. I could push hi...