Today’s erotica focusses on something good girls should be be: quiet. It’s something I’m terrible at though, which I suppose makes me a very bad girl…
Author: Quinn Rhodes
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Good girls are quiet
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My most embarrassing fantasy
I drafted this blog post on the bus home after work, while eating cookies that may have been post-work cookies, and may have been post-wank cookies – the jury is still out. Thus, I’m prepared to be told that this entire post is utter nonsense, but who wouldn’t want to hear about an embarrassing fantasy of mine, right?
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Before a taxi-ride blow job
Today I desperately wanted someone to cup my tits and play with my nipples, because I was freezing cold and I wanted warm hands squeezing and playing with me. I’m not sure if today’s story is quite as hot or filthy as some of my other erotica, but for anyone who has ever fantasised about a taxi-ride blow job, you’ll love the last line…
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Why girls are lovely
Yesterday, I was given a homework assignment: to write 400 words on why girls are lovely. However, there are a lot of reasons I like girls, and I ended up sending her 402 words. I am very sorry, and would like to apologise the extremely cute, occasionally-dominant girl who set me the task for disobeying her instructions.
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Cinched into a corset
There is approximately six hundred different ideas for erotica blog posts flying around my head this week, but this one is the one that forced itself out of me and on to paper. (Is that expression still relevant when I do almost all of my writing on a laptop.) This filthy story includes corsets, piss and blow jobs.