erotic fiction

This piece, entitled Twisted Words, was originally posted on blog in 2011  but I removed it as I submitted it a anthology call. That book is no longer in publication…

Continued from Smut Relay Part 4 – Reasons by Hyacinth Jones *** Eleanor sat at the nose of the boat. The sound of the sails fluttering in the warm breeze…

She could hear her phone ringing in her bag as I walked down the train to find a seat “Hey baby” he purred into her ear “Hi” she replied a…

He pressed her into the corner of the lift pinning her up against the mirrored walls with the weight of his body. Grabbing her face in one of his hands…

Just so you know this story contains themes of infidelity and dubious relationships with an age disparity. Penny quite liked being Joanna’s friend but Penny hated Joanna’s Mum, Carolyn. She…

*This post contains descriptions of needle play.* I found the little suitcase in a charity shop in town. It was stuffed at the back of the shop alongside some fairly…

You thought you had got rid of me, I know you did. You thought you were clever, ruthless, in control and in some ways you were. You dominated our lives;…

Last night when chatting with Michael I told him that my mind was completely blank on this weeks Masturbation prompt which was a bit of bugger because it was one…

It is a busy day. We both have a lot of work on which is good. There were moments last year when things got a bit financially intense which was…

I was 17 when I first came to this house. A rosy-cheeked virgin all dressed in white. Sure I had visited before but visiting is not the same as living…

Come to bed with me. Let’s lay in the warm afternoon sun and touch each other. I will tell you stories about how I want to watch you fuck another…

Congratulations to Rebel on reaching 200 weeks of Wicked Wednesday. I know full know from running Sinful Sunday and now Kink of the Week just how much time and dedication…

This piece, written for the Kink of the Week prompt; Brutalism/concrete, turned into a collaborative work. I sent my story to @domsigns to edit, when he sent it back it…

I don’t know your name, I don’t know where you work, where you live or how old you are. I have been watching you all evening, working the room, talking…

Alice tried to remember who had given her the key but no matter how hard she tried she still couldn’t settle on an answer She was fairly sure it wasn’t…