Showing posts with label home erotica. Show all posts
Showing posts with label home erotica. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

18 Shades of J., Chapter 3: The shower scene

Every good love story needs a hot, steamy shower scene, don't you think?

And, I confess, I love getting in the shower and scrubbing away all that scum.






















Yes, there are few things more satisfying than getting down on my knees, with my bottle of bubbles and a good... hard...

















scrubbing brush...

(I'm sorry, were you expecting something else? Really, you people are incorrigible.)

And working up a lather.

Mmm... I feel tingly all over just thinking about it.

[To read previous installments of 18 Shades of J., click here.]

Thursday, May 31, 2012

18 Shades of J., Chapter 2: Dirty laundry

I promised you I would reveal more secrets, dear reader, and I am a woman who keeps my promises. When it is convenient.

While some women go to great lengths to hide it, today I will share with you my dirty laundry. Not all of it, of course. For I doubt you could handle it. Indeed, the shear weight of it could make a man's knees buckle.

















And while I am not usually one to kiss and tell, I confess there must be a hundred kisses contained in that basket, if not more. Fortunately, in a few hours, less, I will have washed away all my stains and no one will be the wiser.

You want me to tell you another secret?

I did not make the bed this morning.

















I can see your shock. But I could not give a sheet. I am a busy woman with many masters to please.

Ah, look at the time. I fear I must go, dear friends. The pool boy will be here any minute. But if you would like me to reveal another secret, leave a Comment.

[To read 18 Shades of J., the first chapter, click here.]

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

18 Shades of J.

What you are about to read is the truth.

I have many secrets, and now, finally, I will reveal some of them to you.

I have 18 shades.

And I warn you, some of them are quite blue.

















Others are opaque. So no one can see me.

Some are translucent, shedding just a hint of light on what really goes on here.

Look closely, however, and you just might spy a glimpse of pussy...

















cat.

(Geez, people. Get your minds out of the gutter.)

To be continued...?