Photo credit Masha Raymers @ Pexels If you believe in God – a big if – then you must believe that God made sex. How could it be otherwise? God made the trees and the birds and the bees, and you and me. Then it must be true that God made all my parts, and … Continue reading God Made Sex
My husband and I make a deal for the month of December. He knows that this month is a rough one for me, my emotional map of the holidays scarred with grief and winter's darkness. I switch between modes of craving pleasure or discipline to dull the pain. There's no map to these waters, but … Continue reading December Service
Writing for Men
I like to write erotica "for men", whatever the hell that means. I've always written stories for an audience of one person: me. My stories are my fantasies, or they are about emotions I want to explore, both comfortable and sometimes uncomfortable. My stories are also an expression of boredom, like masturbating on a lazy … Continue reading Writing for Men
I await the ravenous flames
A response to My loins burn for you by askmefast19. You rise in my mind as shadow and pulse, palpable and tingling, though your heat is absent from my hallowed darkness. I yearn to yield to your press, my wet ache fascinated by the fullness of your trenchant desire, hips cradling imagined eager thrusts. My … Continue reading I await the ravenous flames
Friction and Fiction
Pixabay The truth is I'm not really inspired to write these days. My mind feels flaccid after my workdays – long, arduous, and peopled – are finished. Fiction takes space and breath to create. Maybe I'm overthinking it. I don't pretend to do art, but whatever this not-art is that I do takes energy. It … Continue reading Friction and Fiction
She was fascinated to capture him in this moment of private lust. Clearly he hadn't considered that he could be seen.
I Get Wet
Image by Anrita1705 from Pixabay I get wet when I write. Hours pass like minutes as I imagine my characters knowing one another. She sucks him, he fucks her. The details are all-important, like heady brain-perfume, and the seduction is never complete. For hours, days, weeks maybe, I get wet. Embarrassingly wet, ready-to-be-plumbed wet, so … Continue reading I Get Wet
I could sit watching him wank forever – as he lies on one sofa, injured hand trying to wring an impossible orgasm out of his twitching, eager cock. A brief recap of where we left off on Wednesday: I’m sitting wanking on one sofa in the living room, my partner is wanking on the other, but his hand is injured so he can’t get the grip required to come. The sight of him frustratedly rubbing at his cock is so hot I came too quickly, but I’m stroking my clit and hoping for more because I just love watching him like this…
Missing the Point
Emily and Hannah were roommates. Almost strangers. They shared little in common, and Hannah came and went as she pleased. Emily stuck to herself, reading curled on the couch in the living room. Every day Hannah timed her showers for when Emily was reading in the living room, which would have been unremarkable under normal … Continue reading Missing the Point
Naked in the Woods
This is a fun erotic story about being naked. Molly finds excuses to take off her clothes, enjoying the thrill of baring herself in unexpected places. She makes a game of it, risking being seen while punishing herself sexually if she chickens out. She undertakes her most daring challenge on a forest path, where she undresses gradually and dares herself to keep going further. Will she make it to the end of the trail and back again without getting caught, or will her walk in the woods have unexpected and erotic consequences?