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Dear Readers:
One of the joys of my life is to open my mailbox and read a wonderful new composition by a regular contributor to Sauce*Box, or a totally unexpected piece from someone new who found this site and decided they too wanted their erotic writings published in the web's preeminent free, erotic, literary e-zine -- Sauce*Box.
Just like the coming of Spring, there are always surprises -- a plot, a turn of phrase, a line which captures a feeling, a memory, a moment of excitement, tenderness and lust. And also like Spring, these delights warm our hearts and remind us to live life to its fullest...
I hope you enjoy the following stories and poems as much as I did,
Guillermo Bosch
Sizzzzzzeling . . .
by A.J.Heard
Sitting in front of the monitor, thinking of you, touching me, kissing me, whispering in my ear. Your words making me wet, nipples peaking, skin becomes hot and sensitive to your touch...
Courtship And Stones
By Robert Young
Saftra spat on the line of ants at his feet and then watched as they struggled to escape the sticky fluid. He smeared the spit under the toe of his shoe and winced in pain...
From The Clay
by Adhara Law
"Come in." His eyes roamed over her as she stood awkwardly in the doorway. She took a tentative step into the room...
Will You Be My Valentine?
by A.J.Heard
My heart aches, to be with you
to give to you a two part treat...
Workout
by Brian Starr
The freshly fallen leaves crackled underneath their bicycle tires as they raced along the bike trail. The warm sun shone through the half naked trees...
Surrender
by A.J.Heard
I can feel the tug of your masculinity
calling to me "surrender...
The Dispute
by Lybbe
Liam asked Jemma to meet him in the hotel bar. They had both been in meetings all day and Jemma was looking forward to some quiet time with a man...
Tease
by Damson
Lips full, slightly parted,
melon red and wet....
An Obliging Kind of Girl
by Victoria March
"So Brandi, how’s it going, having the house to yourself?" Neil asked the short brown-haired neighbor girl...
Sunlight, Raspberries and Seeds
by A.J. Heard
Sleepily she raised her head and surveyed the long length of him, under the sheets. His cock clearly visible...
Maggie
by Karly Ross
She couldn't believe it when she opened the door and saw him standing there leaning against the door jam.
The Third Message
by Roy A. Barlow
James went to his desk to phone his wife about being a few minutes late getting home, but his message light was already blinking.
Recognizing A Stranger
by Victoria March
He was so fine to look at: lean, pale and utterly, breathtakingly beautiful. I know, I know, a man isn't supposed to be described as beautiful
Fireside Dreams
by A.J.Heard
Lying on the rug, before the fire
in the strange house, she dreams . . .
