connecting the dots by editing & writing erotica
Sabrina felt heavy in the bed. It was a combination of jet lag and just not wanting to get out of bed. Harry walked over to the side of the bed, already dressed and redolent of soap and water. He did not wear cologne, but his freshly showered scent was aphrodisiacal. She reached up to […]
Sabrina was wet, she felt the stickiness between her legs and shifted carefully in the backseat. She had been wet on the plane, and she was even more wet now thinking that she was closer and closer to Harry. He would have picked her up at the airport, but she wanted to see him so […]
“Time to tell your love story.” “Bull in the Heather” Sonic Youth Sabrina looked at Carole’s expectant face, and she was not able to come up with a word. She had pried Carole’s love story out of her, but there was not a word that she was able to put together to describe her own. […]
There was something about Carole… When the two women went out for lunch—when Gui had to go back to work and they went back to being American and British tourists, respectively—that was when Sabrina saw it plainly. “You are in love with Gui!” Sabrina exclaimed and clapped her hands, the recognition shocking her like electricity. […]
it was not like she was on a mandatory excursion away from Harry, like a conference or something—but the minute that she was alone Sabrina was inspired. She stood in the window—naked—and tried to take a selfie with the Eiffel Tower. The first few she took were candid, but the sunlight on her made them […]
When Sabrina woke up the second time, she saw a blurry Eiffel Tower. The curtain was thrown back, and she partially saw the tower. It was eclipsed by Carole and her man making love. Sabrina smiled, because she knew it was Carole’s fetish to be watched. Carole was on all fours, as she was pounded […]
Sabrina curled into a ball, overwrought with emotion and sensation. She and Carole had had a long night. Carole was within a breath’s reach of her on the bed, but Sabrina could not have any more sensation. She was sore from all the penetration, and licking between her legs. The man they had been with […]
Paris had been calling Sabrina in her dreams, so she went there. With her friend Carole. She never told Carole about all the changes that she made with her persona. Carole just accepted her as her friend…period… Since Carole was in Paris, she could not resist going since it had plagued her dreams. And so […]
Sabrina woke up clutching between her legs, and knew it was not a dream orgasm, it was an actual orgasm. Harry’s scent wafted into her nose from beside her, and made between her legs throb even more. Another Parisian dream, this one different from the others in that a) it resulted in an actual orgasm […]
Sabrina lingered in bed, her hand on her mound which still throbbed from the pleasure of the dream that she had had. Ever since her first wild dream of Paris, she kept having dreams of the apartment—that only existed in her dreams—which she was always leaving for sex. …and walking into an encounter. The night […]