Your erotica prompt for Thursday, October 1 is “voyeur.”
As always, explicit language is allowed — nay, encouraged.
Remember to tag #sveros in your post so we can all see it. Have fun and happy #kinktober!

Your erotica prompt for Thursday, October 1 is “voyeur.”
As always, explicit language is allowed — nay, encouraged.
Remember to tag #sveros in your post so we can all see it. Have fun and happy #kinktober!
I lean down and hold myself up with my arm as I continue stroking my cock. Faster now, my skin is on fire for you. I look up at you and stare into your eyes. There it is, the desperation. I can tell you’re close. The sheets are soaked around you. It’s time we both get what we want.
Please
It’s such a simple word to display your desperation. That longing feeling you have for my kiss, my touch. For the tight grip of my hand around your neck as I collar and claim you.
Desperation itself is a short leash that makes you kneel as you utter that one simple word.
Please?
Desperation is such a complex word. A deep desire. A want to please. A need so intrinsic to your sense of self that you would do whatever was required to have it.
An ugly word that can denote a beautiful act of passion. And one can be desperate for something as simple as a kiss.
Please?
Your erotica prompt for Wednesday, September 30 is “desperation.”
As always, explicit language is allowed — nay, encouraged.
Remember to tag #sveros in your post so we can all see it. Have fun!
Flustered….
I watch as you meticulous apply your makeup in front of your mirror. The mood catches me and I walk up behind you slipping my hand into your shirt. I squeeze and massage one of your tits. Then, I kiss the back of your neck as I look at you in the mirror.
“Don’t look so flustered, baby.”
#sveros
Yes, I know what you want.
Yes, I'll give it to you.
No, not yet. You’re too cute when you get flustered. Get on your knees and convince me you deserve it.
Her bikini clad body is against mine. The air leaving my chest as I struggle to breathe. She pressed her ass into my bulge.
"Oh cutie, telling me what you want?"
She leans her head back and giggles seeing how flustered I am getting. She takes my hand and shoves it between her legs
#sveros
Flustered didn't begin to describe the ache within. It was more than a want and well beyond a need. I craved the taste of his pleasure. Not simply as a treat, but a drug; the high it invoked was unlike anything else. To watch any of it drip to the floor, my ability to worship denied, hurt.
With a wicked, yet playful grin, Billy pulled away, denying Sandra yet again.
Fighting against her ropes, the flustered woman begged, "Please...for the love of God...please eat me!"
I watch your eyes follow the motion of my hand, slowly stroking my cock. I can hear the flustered whimpers as you struggle, kneeling and bound tight. Denied your treat, a thick drop of precum falls to the ground.
“Do you desire me my pet? Then clean up that mess and tell me, who owns you?”