Erotica Readers & Writers Association
Home | Erotic Books | Authors Resources | Inside The Erotic Mind | Erotica Gallery
Adult Movies | Sex Toys | Erotic Music | Email Discussion List | Links

Story Gallery | Treasure Chest

• Erotic Fiction
• Queer Fiction
• Kinky Erotica
• The Softer Side
• Quickies
• Flashers
• Poetry

By Cervo
Spring Breezes
Client Services

By Chris Bridges
Moop Beep Beep ...

By Chris Skilbeck
Wicked Wheels
A Small Piece of Real...

By Corvidae
The Winner

By Daddy X
Life's Little Gifts
Self-centered Bastard
No Tips Here
How Long

By Elliot DeLocke
Getting Help

By Helen E. H. Madden
The Goldfish Bowl

By Helena Settimana
So Much Better

By J.T. Benjamin
Porn Star
A Therapeutic...

By James M. Hunter
Mixed Feelings

By john e
A Round of Cheer
A Letter to Sarah Julie
The Cuckoo Clock

By Julius
Happy Birthday Mr....
A Nice Pair
Shifting Focus
Sandy Hurts and Loves It

By Lesly Sloan
Heads or Tails

By Mike Kimera
Fucking Money
Filling Usha
Happy Hour
Burger Queen

The Bawdy Ladies...
Deus ex Machina

By Nick Nicholson
The Bathroom Mirror


by Raziel Moore


erotic fictionWe were in that really filthy part of the fuck, when I felt like a steel pole being forged by the Goddess herself, and Dawn was rocking under me with each thrust, emitting sounds that would make lesser men, and women, cream their jeans instantaneously. Sure that sounds over the top, hyperbolic, even. But come on, if you could fuck Dawn, you’d be over the top too, every fucking time. And no, you can’t fuck her, because she’s mine and I don’t share. And neither does she, for that matter.

Anyway, right about when I was getting ready to completely cave in to lust and go all jackhammery, I caught sight of Dawn’s lipstick on the bed-table. Not that it struck me as odd, even though it was. Lipstick didn’t live on the bed-table usually, but that wasn’t really the pont, then and there. Instead it just clicked over another thought, and a different plan. Fucking is, as you may or may not have experienced, great for free association.

So, I gave Dawn a big ol’ wet, tonguey kiss, hilting in her, and reached for the tube, then leaned back a bit and opened it up.

“What are you doing, Leo?” I love it when she asks that question. Especially with that panting, ‘I’m fucking’ voice.

I didn’t answer, instead taking the lipstick and drawing a circle around one of her breasts with it.

“Oh, Jeez! Leo! You’ll ruin it!”

“I’ll buy you a new one.” I said, drawing a second circle inside the first, just outside her aureole.

“You bet you will. What is this anyway? Tit graffiti?”

I double-circled her other breast, then moved down to her belly button, pressing hard into her as I raised my belly from hers. She squeezed me most deliciously as I circumscribed her innie.

“Nope. Targets.”

I looked up at her and wiggled one eyebrow before drawing a '10' above the big breast-circles, and '20' above the small ones. “You’re a child, Leo.”

Belly button: '20' “A very happy one.”

“It’s going to take—” she had pause there as I pulled out of her, ”forever to clean this off.”

“As if I— or you — won’t enjoy my scrubbing you sparkly clean.”

I drew a very bad circle around her cunt ('30') —the contours down there are hard on a horny artist—but made a rather nice little semicircle around her clit (’50'). Like a one color rainbow. It wasn’t lost on either of us that she kept her legs nice and open for me while I worked.

“So, Mr. Carnival, how are you going to score this?

I took my cock in my hand. It wasn’t going to take long.

“First, I win. Then I pick my prize.”

I got 130 points.

And my prize was delicious. And noisy.

And later, in the shower, Dawn made sure all the lipstick got off my face, too.

© 2012 Raziel Moore. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.

Bio: Raziel Moore's been writing erotica for more than 20 years, the first 10 years of which are thankfully lost. Desire and its colors, and control in its permutations - including its loss - are favorite subjects for short flashes, stories, and vignettes. Monocle is currently 1/3 of The Erotic Writer blog at, and the proprietor of the very-short-piece


  E-mail this page

Search ERWA Website:

Copyright 1996 and on, Erotica Readers Association, Inc.
All Rights Reserved World Wide. Reproduction in whole or in part in any form or
medium without express written permission is prohibited.

By Nikki Isaak
Chrema's Game
Shagging Oozing ...
In The Soup
Silencing the Circling Echoes
Dreamrealms: blasphēmos
The Thief and ...
Demon Sunday
Undead Urges
Seasons by the sea

By Robert Buckley
The Other Man
The Girl Who Taught...
Glowing In The Dark
Saturday Afternoon Confessions
Try it; You'll Like It
Shared Ride

By Sidney Durham
New Truck
Bug Hunt
The Stacks

By Valentine Bonnaire
It Came Upon a Mid...
Guys & Dolls
The Beautiful Kind
A Little Irish Honey
Vanilla Suede

By William Dean
Earthquake Blowjob
Riding on the Metro
Reality Sucks
Whore's Borscht
One Winter Night...

El Padron
by Akosei

The Connection
by Alan

by Clover

Nothing Personal
by Dawn Wan D'Stylo

That Holiest Place
by G. Russell

The Village Church
by Ian D Smith

La Petite Mort
by Isabelle Carruthers

Sleeping Ducks
by J.D. Coltrane

by Jaelyn

Home Again
by Jean Roberta

In A Restaurant
by Jim Danner

Silk Appetizer
by Jude Mason

A Demure Slut
by Kevin Morken

Fucked by a Cucumber
by Lauren Mills

A Day in the Life ...
by Laura Thorne

Prelude to a Sunday...
by Leigh Stirling

A Brief Time Together
by Randi Dixon

by Raziel Moore

Pattern Passion
by Remittance Girl

by Richard Raiment

In the Confessional
by TD Fallon