Red Is Not The End

Josh ran his hand over his wife’s plump curves. “How hard and for how long?” “You’re…

Painted Seduction (5)

Continued from… Painted Seduction (4) “Come on,” she said and pulled Tammy back towards the bathroom,…

Topsy-Turvy

On Friday our world has gone topsy-turvy when we received news no one ever wants to…

Crystal Ball

I played around with a photo editing app on my phone and some photos I have…

VII

Seven years! I can’t believe my blog is actually seven years old today. It’s a magic…

Daytime Sex

#fucketlist item 11: Have sex during the day, just because we can This sounds so simple,…

Painted Seduction (4)

Continued from… Painted Seduction (3) Moments later Fiona stood in front of Tammy with a small…

On The Rails

Even though these train tracks were abandoned, while I lay on the rails I wondered about…

Guest Post: The Ferrari

A friend wrote an erotic fantasy and asked if it could be posted on Rebel’s Notes.…

Follow Your Heart

If you have been reading my words for quite some time, you know by now I…

Painted Seduction (3)

Continued from… Painted Seduction (2) “Just relax,” she whispered as she touched the rounded side of…

What He Saw

I had dressing orders when we met Mister Silent – a dress, stockings and heels. That…

Cleavage

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Closer to Heaven

“High heels bring you closer to heaven.” ~ Brian Atwood Do I like high heels? Oh…

Mister Silent: Anticipation

Ever since we had lunch with Mister Silent, he has been in my thoughts; in my…

Painted Seduction (2)

Continued from… Painted Seduction (1) On their walk to Fiona’s apartment, Fiona constantly touched Tammy’s hand…

Ending One, Starting Another

It’s the end of the year… a new year lies before us. For some 2016 has…

Painted Seduction (1)

Tammy’s nipples were hard, aching to be touched. She wished for a way to hide her…

Candlelight

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