Erotica - Five micro stories, Male-Female (some BDSM)

Pillow Talk

Some birthdays hurt more than others - if you're lucky, that is.

Knock-Knock

You know Suzie, John? The Junior in my office? I helped her put her skirt on today. But not her panties. I kept those - they tasted so good.

Dear Diary

I always work Saturday. And it’s always Saturday you come to the store. You said you’d send me the recipe for garlic mushrooms, but you didn’t have my email address. I told you I couldn’t because Steve wouldn’t like it. He’d tell me off. I wish he’d tell me off more often...

Johnny H

Music? Yeah. That's me. Me an' Lady, anyway. Lady's my sax. Time was, you wanted great sax, you looked for Johnny. That's me. Back then it was Johnny Blue. Now they call me H. Johnny fuckin' H, an' they laugh.

Walk Tall

I get out of the car, and I wait. You come round from your side, and you clip the leash to my collar. I pull the slip knot on my bolero top and slide it off, then the button on my wrapover skirt, and I smile.