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,...

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...

Whispers Beneath the Canopy The forest didn't just breathe—it beckoned. I stepped into the hush of green, the air thick with the scent of pine and promise. My skin, bare to the breeze, tingled with the thrill of exposure. There's something primal about walking nude through nature, as if shedding clothes also strips away the layers of civilization, leaving only instinct and desire. Each step was a flirtation.  The moss beneath my feet felt like velvet, the sun a lover tracing golden fingers down my spine. I wasn't alone—he followed, eyes dark with hunger, his breath catching as I moved ahead, hips swaying with deliberate provocation. We didn't speak. Words would have shattered the spell. Instead, we let the forest guide us.  A fallen log became our altar.  The wind, our witness.  His hands, reverent and rough, explored me like sacred terrain. I arched into him, the rhythm of our bodies syncing with the rustle of leaves and the distant call of a mourning dove. It wasn...