Erotic Short Stories

The Mer-lady of smugglers Tavern inspects me from behind the bar with a curious demeanour. Her ultramarine eyes glitter and glint like the ocean, creating the illusion that she is winking at me. A single amber ringlet of hair has teased itself free from her up-do, and frames her rosy cheeks. She leans her stocky upper arms on the bar. “What’ll be miss?” Her voice is deep and gravelly. “Make it a glass of red and a single room for the night” Smiling demurely with damson lips,

His strong hands sculpted my contours, embracing the softness of my butt cheeks while his fingertips deliciously caressed my inner thighs. I pawed at his vest top like a wild animal, licking his chest whilst emitting purring sounds, that reverbed against the cool metal machines. My nails tracked the undulating muscles of his back, scratching behind his ears and whispering hypnotically in snake tongue, his breath pulsed and echoed through the space.

I wanted him to thrust me open with his etheric sword of light, to rip every shred of me to pieces in ecstatic rapture, to leave me in ruins on a bed of moss. The aroma of his sweat carried in the warm air, earthy musk, a hint of smoke and metallic spice. I licked my lips, imagining what he must taste like.

It was silent apart from the horny owls tweeting. My bare skin gleamed pearly white under my hooded cloak. Wisps of silver cloud...