Peyton Richards

Peyton Richards

College Professor by day, sexy writer by night. Check out my books on amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Peyton-Richards/e/B073YCS2DT/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

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  • Peyton Richards
    Published 13 days ago
    The Time Travel's Shower

    The Time Travel's Shower

    Charlie was different than any guy I’d ever dated. I was usually always able to get a good read on whoever I was dating, but he often said things I didn’t expect. He also didn’t mind that I was a little thick in the right places. My ex had always hated my healthy sized breasts and made me aware that he would rather a girl with a smaller chest.
  • Peyton Richards
    Published 13 days ago
    Karen's Shaky Legs

    Karen's Shaky Legs

    My legs shook as she dived in between them and started touching me in ways no one else had. I had never been with a woman before, and her touch was different. Her licks were softer, more focused. She knew exactly where to touch me as I grinded against her beautiful face. Moans of pleasure escaped my lips. My hands traveled down to the top of her head, holding her to me. Each flick of her tongue brought me closer to the edge. She took my clit in her mouth, gently sucking before breaking away completely.
  • Peyton Richards
    Published 2 months ago
    The Pain In The Pit Of My Stomach

    The Pain In The Pit Of My Stomach

    There’s something from my past that I’ve never really talked to anyone about. I’m not sure that I want to talk about it now, but I think about it every day. Despite this, I haven’t told anyone. Not a friend, not a boyfriend, not a relative, and most certainly not the internet. Sometimes I feel like I don’t have the right to talk about it, since I write erotica. Someone stronger than me would say that it doesn’t matter what my occupation is, he should never have touched me. I started writing the erotica after this event, but not because of it.
  • Peyton Richards
    Published 2 months ago
    Karen pleases the manager

    Karen pleases the manager

    There it was again, the urge. The overwhelming need to speak to the manager. I felt it down to my bones as I walked through the Trader Joes. My heels made a clicking noise as I rushed towards the front counter, in search of the manager. Would he be as hot as the last one? I could still remember the taste of him in my mouth. I licked my lips, trying to push the thoughts away. I couldn’t do that again. Even if the manager was hotter than the last one I couldn’t. No, it had to be a one-time thing, since I had more respect for myself than that. As I approached the counter, the young girl working took a fearful step back. Her voice quivered when she asked how she could help me. It’s as if she knew I were a Karen.
  • Peyton Richards
    Published 2 months ago
    The Time Traveler's Sexy Time Part 1

    The Time Traveler's Sexy Time Part 1

    2020 was supposed to be my year. All the years were, until I messed them up in one way or another. I never meant to do any harm, but sometimes my jealousy got the better of me. People often told me that I had no reason to be jealous. I was a beautiful woman, with waist length black hair and green eyes that complemented my olive skin. I was also thick in all the right places, which meant that I had a lot of admirers. The problem was, I didn’t care about any of my admirers, I only cared about the men I had ruined things with. I folded my arms across my chest as I watched the rain from my window and thought if only things could be different. The rain had an almost hypnotic effect on me, until my phone ringing ended the illusion. I didn’t get to the phone in time, but I did notice that the date on my phone had changed: January 1st, 2020. Great, as if 2020 weren’t bad enough already, now my phone was malfunctioning. I was about to call the phone company when a text message from Charlie stopped me. We hadn’t spoken to each other since February. I frowned as I opened the old conversation. How had my phone reset itself? Had it been the rain? I tossed the phone away and gathered stuff for my bath. I decided to bring my vibrator to stop my mind from going back to Charlie, or to focus on him just enough to get off. I filled the large tub with warm water and rose petals before lowering myself inside. I caressed my body with my hands, splashing water on my erect nipples. I teased my nipples with my fingers, pretending it was Charlie’s licking them instead. I had never seen Charlie naked, never even kissed him, but I couldn’t help wondering what his cock would feel like inside of me. I opened my legs and inserted the rabbit. The shaft was bigger than I was used to, so it seemed to fill me entirely. I pictured Charlie as someone who started off slow, so I turned the vibrator to the lowest setting. I let out a low moan as pleasure began building inside of me. I turned the vibrator a bit higher, picturing him on top of me, thrusting as I gripped his back. I imagined my nails gliding down his back. “Oh, fuck,” I said. The Charlie in my imagination lowered his face to mine, teasing me with the thought of a kiss. His teeth gently pulled at my lips instead. “I love the way you nibble on my lips,” I said as he moved his mouth to my neck. I increased the speed on the vibrator. I could almost feel his warm breath on my neck before he wrapped his lips around my throat. I’d always loved the sensation of someone sucking on my neck. Suddenly, the pressure building between my legs was almost too much to bear, I gripped the side of the tub so hard that my knuckles turned white. I tried, in vain, to stop the scream from escaping my lips. The orgasm was so intense that I couldn’t immediately stand. I pulled the vibrator out, feeling both pleased and empty, as I lay in the tub. I was disappointed that my ample breasts and neck wouldn’t be covered in Charlie’s hickeys. My body longed for his tongue on my clit, but I knew it was just a fantasy. A fantasy that would never happen after what I’d done. I sighed as I finally rose from the water, wrapping a towel against my nude body. I left the bathroom, taking the vibrator with me in case I decided it was time for round two. That’s when I noticed the calendar on my bedroom wall. I hadn’t changed the calendar, but it seemed to be set on January. Had I really traveled back in time? I glanced at my phone, wondering if this meant I had another chance with Charlie.
  • Peyton Richards
    Published 3 months ago
    Karen Speaks to the Manager

    Karen Speaks to the Manager

    There was something I hated admitting, even to myself. Something that stung me down to my core. My name was Vanessa, but I was a Karen. I tired to justify it by telling myself that I was only a ‘mild’ Karen, but the amount of times I felt the need to speak to a manager proved that to be wrong. I wasn’t a ‘mild’ Karen. I was a full-blown Karen. I tried not to let that bother me as I held my head high upon entering the grocery store. I was determined to turn my life around and leave the manager alone. My determination waned as soon as I set foot in the small store, and I headed straight for the counter.