1950s Erotica Novels & Stories

I HAD HEARD of them, of course. Grace Jones had herself been portrayed as a peep-show entertainer for a publicity campaign to promote an album, some years back now. My lover and I had made love often to one track -‘Warm Leatherette’. But I had never seen a real peep-show. In fact, I didn’t know if they still existed or were some sort of throw-back to the Sixties, like Betty Page and Tit Bits magazine. I had to admit that I was shocked by my lover’s suggestion.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

I spread myself open with one hand and sink the marker into my slick cunt, coating it in my arousal. “Oh my… Mr. Collins…” The soft, obscene sounds of my soaked pussy fill the office as I move the marker in and out of myself, my fingers circling my clit. Fucking my pussy harder with the thought of him. “Fuck… yes… harder… just like that…” I arch my back, one hand on my clit, the other grabbing my tits, pinching my nipples. The image of Mr. Collins, towering over me, mouth on mine, his cock replacing the marker, has me trembling.

She bucked against the bed, up and down, due to the movement of his hips smacking against her. He became brutal, dominating. He slid his hand between her cleavage, down to her throat, and held her there, completely arched, bent backward for him. Her breasts bounced as he fucked her relentlessly. Their movements became a sizzling, erotic dance of lust and desire that neither could control. He watched the sight before him: her smooth, glistening skin, her alluring, pointed breasts bouncing relentlessly as he moved brutally against her. God, it was so beautiful, he wanted more. It twisted his brain, making him uncontrollable.