Clandestine cravings. Podcast written by Rose MyErotica, read by Lora Vestaloyne — You told me to meet you here at lunchtime, but I’ve waited nearly an hour now and there’s still no sign of you. I guess you’re tied up in a meeting somewhere… that’s the trouble with all this sneaking around, but there would be hell to pay if anyone…

My pussy respects no deadlines… — His cock flexes inside me and I miss the key I’m aiming for and type an unintelligible string of letters. Damn. Backspace. I take a deep breath and try again. …

Her hips move with mine, so close I feel the plump pressure of her pussy like a kiss against my own. …

Torrid tales to inspire and arouse you — Spring has sprung, and the sap is rising. As Tennyson told us, “In the Spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love” — and from the sizzling erotic stories we’ve been publishing, it seems like sex is on everyone’s mind. …

“Do you like how I suck it, Coach?” — He tugs on my pigtails like reins as he fucks me from behind, forcefully enough to make a slapping sound as skin meets skin. I whoop and holler rambunctiously, giving him the full cheerleader experience; after all, he is giving me plenty to cheer about. His dick is just the…

I love a good spanking. Does that make me a bad feminist? — Just imagine the slap of skin on skin, your firm hand connecting with my yielding ass cheek, the resounding crack ringing around the room. My gasp of surprised pain and pleasure. My withheld breath as I anticipate the next one. Will you have me across your lap, squirming to feel…

Riding the waves on a Viking’s cock — The small boat rocks alarmingly as he thrusts his hard cock into me, but he just lets out a wild roar of laughter, unable to contain the sheer joyful freedom of fucking on the waves with the sea breeze whipping around us. …

Quickie sex to jump-start the day. Podcast written by Rose MyErotica, read by Lora Vestaloyne — I’m pinning up my hair, about to get in the shower, when he comes up behind me and rests his erection against the cleft of my ass. “Morning, baby,” he grins, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “Time for a quickie?” “Always,” I smile back, leaning forward over…

She drives me to the edge — She looks so pure, her kisses tender, her hands gentle. It’s hard to believe this is the same girl who had me handcuffed to the bed just a few hours ago. She’s not my usual type — I like dark, androgynous girls, and she’s a sweet-as-apple-pie blonde — but I’m…