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The Art of Erotica

The Last Room

It wasn’t as if I went to extraordinary lengths to watch a football game on TV, but my sister was having a Super Bowl party at her house in Rochester — New...

The Art of Erotica

Up on the Hill

This story is not mine, but was written by my lover, Parrot. It was inspired both by fantasy and a vacation we took last April. If you enjoy this story as much...

The Art of Erotica

Morning Glow

I woke to the warmth and brightness of yellow sunlight poured through the window facing east, filtered only by a lacy, gauzy curtains. It seemed to oddly...