Getting Lucky: The Babysitter

 Getting Lucky: The Babysitter is a short story of approximately 9,450 words.

Mark is surprised when his son's babysitter, Karen, shows up at his door on her day off, but he is happy to see her. Karen is beautiful and he has been infatuated with her for sometime. Mark isn't sure if its a good idea to let her in but when starts crying how can a man refuse her? He offers her a shoulder to cry on but quickly finds out that she wants more than a shoulder. Karen has decided that if she is gong to loose her virginity then she wants it to be with Mark. Mark will never forget getting lucky the babysitter.

-Excerpt-

“Thanks…Mark.” She said. I liked the sound of my name on her lips. “Thanks for listening and talking with me.” She said and threw herself at me with enough force to push be back on the couch. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a tight hug. She then buried her head into my chest as I returned the hug and rubbed her back. I enjoyed the feeling of having her pressed up against me and smelling the sweet smell of her perfume. I recognized the fragrance and memories of happier times flooded through my head. One being the last time I had been intimate with a woman and I felt my pulse quicken. Karen shifted her head against my chest and I caught a citrusy scent from her hair that only added to the fire. It was hard not to lower my head and suck in her scents but I was afraid she might find me sniffing her creepy. Therefore, I held her and enjoyed the closeness trying not to think of the fire that was building inside me. It was nice and I realized it was the first time I had had any intimacy with anyone since Julie left. I didn't want it to end.

Then she pulled away slightly, moved up, and kissed me on the check. I tried to hide my blush but I am not sure if I was successful. I looked at her and our eyes locked once again, how much I wanted her, I briefly thought. For a moment, I thought I saw something in her blue eyes. But before I could resister what I saw she kissed me on the lips. I pulled back startled and looked at her again. I started to say something when she quickly leaned into me and kissed me again and before I knew it she was pushing her tongue into my mouth.

My lips parted to the onslaught and our tongues met each other. I softly sucked on her tongue and pulled her mouth closer to mine. Suddenly, our tongues were wrestling with each other and moving back and forth from each other’s mouth. I pulled her close as if trying to inhale her, loosing myself in the kiss. We were exploring each other’s mouth with our tongues when I came back to my senses and felt a moment of alarm. I broke away.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” I said.

“Why?” She asked breathlessly.

"I'm a lot older than you."

"So?" She asked licking her lips and moving her hands over my chest. Her brow furrowed and I could see the fire in her eyes.

"What will your parents think or

"Who cares what they think." She interrupted. "Didn't you just tell me not to care what other people think? Besides I'm not going to tell them anything, are you?"

"No of course not I just..."

"I'm eighteen and if I am going have my first time, it might as well be with a good apple.” She said. "I was wrong about not seeing any good apples. I see one and he's right here." She said as she slid her hand down to my thigh. She traced her fingers over my thigh then slowly moved her hand over to my crotch. She felt of my hardening cock through my jeans. She smiled and unzipped my pants and slid her hand into the gap and started to stroke my cock through my boxer briefs.

"It's not right." I said but I couldn't find the will to push her away or to stop the movements of her hand.

She sighed. "I don't care." She said and squeezed my cock and smiled when it sprang to its full length. She came up and again our lips met and we nibbled on each other's lips as she continued to stroke me. I couldn't find the desire to argue or to resist any longer.

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Pic of the Day

Fun time in the shower. What can be hotter than two warm wet bodies coming together in the shower. To be honest I like a little more room to move than what's seen in the picture below. However, when the opportunity comes you make due with the space you got.

The Difference Between Erotica and Porn

There is often debate on what is the difference between erotica and porn. This debate occurs in every medium that can showcase sexuality. In movies, anything that consists of mainly graphic scenes of sex is considered porn. Today most porn in movies rarely have a story. In the old days they tried to put in a story, however, most were lame attempts. Today there is no character building and all ends up being is scene after scene of people engaged  in some type of sexual activity. Whereas what is considered as erotica in movies isn't graphic activity, though there can be a fair share of graphic nudity, especially female nudity. But there are no erect male genitalia, no penetration or 'money' shots.

Now before anyone thinks I have a thing against porn or that its low brow shit. I must say that I really don't have a problem with porn. I have always thought its gotten a bad rap due to all the purity police and those that want to have something to point to and say my stuff isn't that. Its easy to elevate your own work by calling someone else's work something that sounds derogatory. Porn has its place and am not one to hide the fact that I have partaken in watching my fair share of it. Anyone that says they haven't is probably lying to you no matter how pious they are. I hope someday we will grow to accept nudity and sex as the beautiful extensions of humanity that they are and stop thinking of it as taboo or dirty. At one time in our human history it wasn't like that but then people figured out you can control people by making morality norms and laws. I dream of a day where people don't find it necessary to control other people. Its a dream I know. Anyway....

Back to the subject at hand. In literature the difference gets a lot more difficult to define as there is not much difference. For the most part the main difference is how explicit you wish to be. In fact you can have erotica without having any sex at all. However, all stories have the same elements and without those elements you don't have a story. Now those elements are simple, you need a character or characters, a setting, plot, conflict, and resolution. So your story can be rather simple. But the elements have to be there or you don't have anything other than sex organ A goes into body part B, or a listing of things that happen. No one really cares to read that when a click away they can see it happen with just as much flare. Humans are visual creatures and so we can watch organ A go into body part B and get worked up. Specifically men. But that does not translate well into written form without something around it. You got to wrap it up into something or the sex sounds like a instruction manual. No one gets much out of instruction manuals. That wrapping is the story.

In erotica I like to know what the characters are feeling, hearing, smelling, and what they are thinking as they go through the experience. I like to know what turns them on, why it turns them on, and what conflicts lie within them that might make them resist, rethink, or regret what they are doing. Therein lies the story to me. Much of what I write, especially my short fiction, are stories were people hook up and have an incredible experience with someone. I will admit there isn't much plot to my short fiction, however, I try to make sure my characters are real and to me real characters are the most erotic. That is why I prefer my porn to be written as you just don't get that from movies.

At one time people thought good written erotica had to be 'arty' or told in a way to describe sexual body parts without calling those body parts what people actually call them. I lump this up into what is now commonly known now as purple pose. I detest this type of writing. To me its pompous and will turn me off faster than a cold shower in November. I am a direct type of person, I call an apple a apple and not a sweet sphere of the Gods. Therefore, my writing reflects this. You can call it simple but it is what it is.

At the end of the day my take is that in writing there isn't any difference in erotica and porn. Both erotica and porn are geared to get a reaction out the person reading or watching it. Normally that reaction is to get them off. Like porn, erotica covers the gambit of things that turn people on. Unlike porn it also gets attached to other more 'mainstream' genres like Erotic Romance, Erotic Horror, and Historical Erotica and so on. So therefore, back to the question. What is the difference between porn and erotica? Nothing. Therefore, if you call me a porn writer then so be it. If you read my work and it entertained you and even better yet got you going or got you off...mission accomplished. If it didn't then I'm sorry I hope my next story will be suited better to your liking. If you call my writing porn as another way to say its trash...then that's your opinion and I wish you would just call it trash and be done with it. If you call porn because of some puritan sensibility...then I have to ask why you're here in the first place? Didn't you see the warning signs?

That is my take on this debate. Let me know what you think and if you read my work then I thank you and if you like to offer constructive criticism then email me and I'll love to hear from you. Until next time...

Pic of the Day

I like this shot. I like how it looks as if they have been going at it for a while, allowing their passion to completely take over. The sheets are a mess, the pillows are thrown about. At some point the girl has taken control and and the guy is happy to let her do her thing. I like how they are looking at each other as the girl runs her hands through her hair. This is one those shots that can get my creative juices flowing. How did they get to that point, imaging what they are feeling, get into their heads on what they are thinking. Excuse me I got an idea. Excuse me while I go get started on this new developing story.

Aubrey's Game

Check out my short story Aubrey's Game. A 10,200 word short story. Enjoy!

Aubrey, the older sister of Chase's best friend wasn't suppose to be there that night. It was suppose to be a guys night of beer and basketball. However, there she was hanging with the boys. When his friend goes to bed she challenges him to one last game but this game has a twist that will lead to a night of pleasure for them both. Chase will never forget that night or playing Aubrey's Game.

-Excerpt-

"One more game! What do you say?" She said. The only thing illumining the basket and the backyard was the street light on the other side of the fence and the light above the back board.

"Isn't it a bit dark and late for another game?" I asked sitting up from the lawn chair. I could barely make out the basketball goal from where I sat.

"I can see." She said backing up towards the basketball goal. She then turned and shot a ten foot jump shot. The ball hit the rim and bounced back towards her. She grabbed the ball and turned back towards me. "Come on. One more game, or are you chicken?" She taunted with a laugh.

"Really? You're the one that's lost every game tonight."

"I didn't want you boys feeling bad about yourselves, getting beat by a girl and all. And I got to let my little brother win before he goes off to the Marines. I am just keeping up the morale. You're just a college boy chump. A freshman chump and I can kick your ass all day." She said laughing.

"Oh really? Okay, girl, you're on. This college chump is about to teach you a lesson."

"Oh...I'm so scarred. I've taken on bigger chumps than you." She said and passed the ball as hard as could at me. I caught the ball and bit my lip so I wouldn't show how much my hands stung. "Shoot to see who goes first. Make it and it's yours, miss and I take first shot."

"Okay, get ready to lose girl....again." I said and brought the ball up and shot. The ball went left and bounced off the backboard. Aubrey laughed and ran over and grabbed the ball.

"I got first shot. But what do you say we make this even more interesting?" She said with a sly smile.

"What you got in mind?" I asked intrigued into what she might come up with. I knew she didn't have any money to bet with. How could she make the game any more interesting?

"Let's play strip ball." She said with a laugh.

"Strip ball?" I asked.

"Yeah, if I make it you have to take off whatever I want you to take off. If you make it, I have to take off whatever you want me to take off."

I stared at her in disbelief, dumbfounded that she would actually suggest playing such a game. Here was a chance to get Jimmy's sister naked and she's the one suggesting the game. All the times I had imagined seeing her large breast or seeing her naked ran through my head. Mixed with that were the memories of her tight swim suits and how I use to fantasize about her popping out of it while she was walking around or swimming in it.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Totally... what are you scared?"

"No, but here?"

"Of course! Where else? No one can see over our fence and no one is going to see you. Now if you're too shy or chicken I guess we do something else."

"No it's not that I am shy -chicken. I'm just thinking of you. Getting you naked and all out here. I thought you might want some more privacy." I countered.

Aubrey laughed. "I'm not the one that's getting naked." She brought the ball up to shoot. "Oh wait." She said bringing down the ball. I thought she was going to say she was just joking and that she had me. Then she would laugh at getting me to think she would play a strip game with me. "Put your sandals on." She said instead.

"What?"

"Your sandals. Put them on so we have the same amount clothes on. I don't want you crying that I had more clothes on when I win."

With a laugh and still not believing this was happening I ran to my chair and got my sandals and slipped them on. Then I jogged back to her.

"Are you ready?" She asked.

"I am ready."

"Good." She said with a smile and I felt her eyes slid over me as if she was already seeing me standing in front of her naked. Her eyes lingered briefly on my crotch before darting back up. Briefly our eyes caught each other's and I saw her cheeks flush and she looked way. She forced a laugh to hide her blush. "We won't play horse. Neither one of us has that may clothes on. We need a four letter word since we both have four articles of clothing. So the word will be?" She looked at me for a suggestion.

"Fuck I don't know." I said.

"That's it. Fuck. The word is going to be fuck." She said with a laugh and this time it was me that was blushing.

"Are you ready?" She asked again. I nodded.

She shot the ball and made the basket, the ball hitting nothing but net. She turned towards me with a triumphant look on her face.

"That was just one shot." I said as I jogged over and got the ball. I stepped back to where she had been standing and shot the ball and missed, the ball balancing off the rim.

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The Henderson's Daughter

The Henderson's Daughter is a first in series of short stories I plan on releasing over the next year. I the second part is in the works.

The Henderson's Daughter

 Mark comes home to find, Dawn, the Henderson's 19 year old daughter apparently locked out of her apartment. She wants to stay at his place until her parents come home. He agrees but isn't sure if he's made the right choice. She soon grows bored and has some ideas on how to kill the the time. Mark soon finds out that there is a lot more to the Henderson's daughter than a beautiful face and hot body.
The Henderson's Daughter is a start of a series of erotic short stories. It is approximately 10,200 words.

--Excerpt--

“I want to play something different.” She announced.

“Okay what do you want to play now?”

“Poker.” She said

“But we don't have any chips, remember?”

"I remember. We don't need them. We can play a different kind of poker." She said and I saw a hint of a mischievous smile cross her lips and her eyes sparkled.

"What game is that?"

"Strip Poker.” She said and that mischievous smile blossomed across her lips. I have to say it was sexy as hell.

“What!” I said surprised. “Are you serious?”

“I'm serious.”

“We can’t play that.” I said.

“Why not?”

“Well for one I am a man and you are a much younger girl.” I said realizing that she was really serious. I felt my stomach start to knot up while at the same time I felt an excitement inside me spark to life. The last time I had felt both nervous and excited like this was when I was in high school and with my first girlfriend. What was wrong with me? I wondered. Here I was getting the chance to see this beautiful girl naked and I was feeling like a teenage virgin. I wanted to see this girl naked, hell I would love to fuck her brains out but it wasn’t the right thing to do?

“I've told you I am not a kid. I am almost 19 now. And a grown woman.” She said shuffling the deck. She placed the deck of cards down and looked up at me. “We are two grown adults playing a fun grown up game. So let’s play.”

I have to say she had a good point. She was pretty much grown and she definitely looked grown up. I sat back lost for words.

“Plus you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before and I don’t have anything you haven’t seen before.”

"I don't?"

"No. I have a brother and I'm not a virgin if that's what you're getting at." She said.

"I wasn't asking."

"Well we are too grown adults playing an adult game." She repeated. "There is no reason we can't have some fun." She said smiling. "Or are you scared?” She then teased.

“What? No I am not scared. I just don’t think that your parents would be too happy to know that their neighbor got their little girl naked.” I said hopping to scare her a little bit.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I am not little anymore and how will they ever know? I am not going to tell them. I am sure that you wouldn’t tell them either.”

She was right, I wouldn’t tell them, I couldn't tell because if I did, they would still make it out as my fault. It would always be viewed as me seducing their little girl and never the other way around. I should have known letting her in was trouble. I looked her over and for a flash I imagined her sitting there naked on my couch and desperately wanted to see it for real. I think it was there that my mind was made up. But I still wasn’t sure if it was right.

“So?” She asked.

“Do you really want to do this? Do you really want to lose your clothes?” I said thinking maybe some trash-talk would make her change her mind. It didn’t work.

She smiled. “I am not the one who is going lose their clothes....you are.”

I laughed, more out of nerves than anything else.

“Well even if you could win, it wouldn’t be fair because you're wearing more cloths than I am.”

“If you're so good then it won’t matter.”

“It's still better to make things fair.”

“Okay…that can be changed. You put on a pair of socks and we will be even.” She said.

I stared at her for a long moment trying to determine if she was truly being serious or playing around, and if I really wanted to go through with it. What the hell I decided, I was already in too deep now anyway. Might as well go with it and see what happens. Besides she would probably stop once she got down to her underwear. I rationalized.

“Okay!” I announced getting up. “I will put on some socks and we will get started. How far are we going? To our undies or-

“All the way.” She interrupted. “When I play, I always go all the way. What’s the point otherwise?” She said smiling up at me. “Or are you too scared?” She challenged.

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Erotic Pic of the Day

Who doesn't like an erotic massage? 

Misty's Hot Ride

Check out my short story Misty's Hot Ride.

Misty is stranded by the side of the road with just the clothes on her back. She's miles away from home, completely alone, and abandoned. Then a van stops to offer her aid. Inside the van she finds four men willing to give her a ride. They even offer some money, for a price. Is Misty willing to pay their price? What ensues turns out to be the most erotic and pleasurable ride of Misty's life.

Misty's Hot Ride is a short story of approximately 14,900 words.

 --Excerpt--

“What if I said we have a way for you to make some easy money?” Charles asked.

She looked at him, a flare of hope burned within her. “You do?” She asked.

His smile grew wide, as did Frankie’s she noticed. “We have some money.” Charles said.

“If I could borrow some, I promise to wire you back whatever you loan me and then some as soon as I get back to Petersburg…I promise.” Misty said, the hope burning brighter. Her luck had changed after all! She thought.

Charles' smile disappeared. “No we don’t loan money. Sorry, not to people we can’t keep an eye on. People have to earn our money.” He said.

A sudden sense of uneasiness crept through her. She once again noticed Frankie was staring at her, as if he was trying to see through her clothing, or see up her skirt. Her luck hadn’t changed she realized. “What will I need to do to earn some of your money?” She asked fearing the answer.

Charles seemed to study her for a moment and smiled. “All you have to do is have some fun with us. It is not every day we come across a beautiful girl like you just out driving down the road. We get to hang out and have some fun and you get to get some money to get yourself back home.”

“So you will pay me just to hang out with you?” She asked skeptically, sensing that wasn’t the only thing they wanted to do.

“Hang out and have fun. That’s it baby.” Charles said.

“What kind of fun are we talking about?” She asked nervously

Charles studied her once again giving her a smile that she was sure was suppose to be reassuring, though it wasn't working too well. "You're such a beautiful girl, and that body you got is smoking."

"Thanks." Misty said not sure how to respond. She knew where this was probably headed and thought she should have been disgusted but was surprised she had to keep herself from blushing. She glanced at Rico and once again she couldn't tell if he was looking at her or not. She was finding that having their attention focused on her was unnerving but at the same time she found it exciting.

"Say that I have fifty dollars....will you let us see your tits?" Charles asked.

There it was, the real reason they had stopped to pick her up. They saw an opportunity and took it. She felt herself sink into her seat. She should have known that she couldn't have been that lucky. She looked out the side window as if considering the offer, and was surprised that she actually was considering it. Would it be all that bad to show off a little skin to get the money she needed to get home? She had done more for less. A memory of her flashing partiers at a rock concert came to mind, then another memory where she flashed a crowd during a Mardi Grau parade. The Mardi Grau thing was just for worthless bead necklaces. This would be for actual money, money that could get her home. It's not like there was much covering them anyway. It could be quick all she had to do was pull down the front of her tank or pull the straps off of her shoulder and down her arms a bit and there they would be out for them all to see. However, what if they didn't really have the money?

"Do you really have the money?" She asked before she realized it.

Charles and Frankie smiled. Then Charles turned in his seat and she watched as he shuffled around as he dug through something in the front. When he turned back towards her, he held up a fifty dollar bill. "Give that to her." He said handing the bill to Frankie. Frankie took the money and handed it out to Misty.

She looked at the money in his hand; she knew if she took it she was going to have to go through with it. She had nowhere to go, she couldn't just take the money and run. She looked outside and watched a car as they passed by it.

"Right here?" She asked.

"Yeah right here." Charles answered. "No one can see through the windows, no one out there can see us."

Misty looked at the money in Frankie's hand. She didn't have anything and she had no way to get home. The money would help her get back home. "If I don't?" She asked suddenly.

"That wouldn't be any fun. We will drop you off. But not like your fuck head of a boyfriend. We aren't that bad, we'll drop you off at the first place we come to." Charles answered.

Misty laughed at hearing Roger being called a fuck head.

"But you won't have any money and will still be in need of finding a way home." Charles said bringing her back to their proposal.

"Okay." She said, then leaned over and grabbed the fifty dollar bill from Frankie's hand. She took the crisp bill, folded it and stuffed it into the pocket of her skirt.

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Erotic art

Like most people I like erotic art. Therefore, I am going to start a regular feature. At least I am going to try to make it a regular thing. Every Tuesday I plan to post some erotic art that I have found and  like.

Enjoy!

Why write erotica?

Why do you write erotica? Why do you write about sex?

To be honest I have never been asked these questions. Mainly due to the fact that I write my erotica under a pen name. Yes R.R. Adams is my pen name not my actual name. There are reasons I write under a pen name but that's a topic for another post. In this post I'm going to talk about why I write erotica...sex.

I have heard of other erotica writers being asked these questions. I can't say why they write it but I can say why I do. Its because I enjoy it. Its fun and its aspect of life that I enjoy exploring. Most people do. There are few people that don't like hooking up from time to time no matter how prudish they believe themselves to be. We were made to enjoy sex and like all other organisms we like doing what feels good. Some of us explore it by having sex as much as possible, some explore it by doing it as much as possible with as many people as they can. Now, don't get me wrong I do like to explore it in real life as much as possible. But since I am not as youthful as I use to be..ie I don't look as good as I once did, and having kids really does limit your chances. Writing about it gives you a lot more opportunities and not to mention safer. 

Writing about it also allows you to explore sex through the eyes of someone else. Someone that could be just like you or someone on the opposite spectrum. You can also explore things that might test your limits of comfortably. That is something very hard to do in real life, especially if your partner has no interest of going there themselves. Lastly, as a writer I can look through the eyes of either sex, something that is definitely impossible to do in real life. Or in the case of group sex I can peek into the brains of every one involved. Not something I would care to do in real life.
So there you have it, why I write erotica. I am sure this is a subject that will be touched on again in the future but as for now this is my answer and I'm sticking to it. Until next time....

Happy 4th of July!!!

Happy 4th of July everyone!!

I am going to spend the day with the family and of course do some writing. A writer's work is never done.

I hope you all have a great holiday and enjoy however you care to spend the day rather that be eating BBQ, watching a movie, watching fire works, or setting the fire works off. Enjoy just be careful.

Until next time.