CategoryVikki’s Erotica

control and release


Buttery new leather with decadently polished brass hardware encircle my neck, wrists, ankles. I feel more secure already, while at the same time sweetly threatened. I wait, breathing shallow from anticipation, as I stand in front of him. “On all fours on the bed. Ass facing me.”, he instructs. It feels wrong to like it so much when his voice hardens, when he just tells me what to do...

the shower


You were running a little late for our planned dinner date. “I need a quick shower before we head out. Make yourself comfortable on the couch and I’ll be out in ten minutes.” You quirked an eyebrow at me. “Unless you want to join me?” I blushed a subtle pink. Ridiculous. I am no demure virgin. And yet there it was – heat in my cheeks. “I don’t mind...

the business trip, part 4


Part 4 of 4. You stand behind me, thinly veiled impatience shimmering between us, your hands on my hips as I open the door. The door closes behind us. You push me up against it. Your eyes glitter in the dark. You bury your right hand in my hair and slant your lips towards mine. I’m rigid, seeking your mouth, wanting this kiss more than I could have ever imagined.

the business trip, part 3


Part 3 of 4. You stop in front of a black car. You turn to lean against it and pull my hand, using my forward motion to carry me right into you. Your mouth slams on mine as though eternity would not be long enough to get a taste. I whimper in the back of my throat and bring my hands up to your chest, your arms.

the business trip, part 2


Part 2 of 4. I watch your eyes flare, your breathing change subtly as my finger moves over you. As my words work on you. The look in your eyes tells me that you want nothing more than to drag me out of this bar to someplace with a door to close on the world and a bed on which to lay me down.

the business trip, part 1


Part 1 of 4. I’m in town on business. You weren’t sure if we should meet. In truth, neither was I, because I have pretty firm beliefs about married men, but after months of verbally stimulating each other to the point of madness, my body wants you. It wants your touch.

the seduction


In my mind's eye, I saw you pushing me up against a wall. You slid your hand over the hollow of my throat, under my chin, behind my ears, to bury it in the hair at the base of my neck. Your body settled against mine, making my skin tingle with its heat. Your eyes kept contact with me the entire time as those hard lips came closer, my body softening in response, lips parting, and then you were...



Your fingers sliding over my shoulders; it always started the same. Your heat, reassuring at my back as I reclined against you. My eyes slipping from the television to the ceiling as I let your touch wash over me. I always knew when your touch had intent.

naughty note


I'd never received a naughty note at work before. The combination of my tight jeans, your words and my imagination had kept me at a pretty high level of arousal the entire day. My panties were decidedly... damp, when I finally peeled them off and went to the washroom to clean up a little.

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