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We didn't speak. It was something we decided early on, in emails and texts and our conversations in the café that sat in between our apartment buildings. Over time, one by one, we took away each line of communication. As our negotiations went on and our boundaries...

Knife Game

“You should be careful my hands could slip,” he said with a smile. The knife dragged along her exposed inner thigh and she froze.

The Girl in the Beret

The girl at the end of the bar, in the beret, reading a book. She passes you a note. “I live very close by. Are you still up for a fight? You could hit me. I would like that.”

The App

An app that lets people into consensual non-consent plan dirty little affairs. A map, an unlocked door, an invitation.

Game Face

She wanted to play his videogame, but in return she agreed to play his other game. The game where she sits on his face.

Lady in Waiting

Isabelle is kind of a princess. A pillow princess. When she invites Ava over, Ava always knows what it’s for. She can’t help it though.

The Secret I Couldn’t Keep

She sent him some pictures, because he asked. He was obsessed from the start. When she came to the city to visit him, he couldn’t help himself. She had secrets and just needed an excuse to tell them to someone.

View From a Bridge

Fear can heighten things. In the heat of the moment, though, you can forget where the game ends.

Renting a Girl from the Mall 2: BFFs

After procuring the services of a beautiful nineteen year old girl, Mark is training his young paid playmate Megan on how to seduce her best friend into their kinky world. Will Ashley be convinced to follow her best friend down the rabbit hole and into a twisted and kinky lifestyle?

Renting a Girl from the Mall

Mark had been watching the teenage minx from the mall for weeks. He couldn’t get her out of his mind with her huge eyes, goth outfits and fake cat ears poking up from her black hair. When he found out she was in financial trouble he did what any nice man would do, he offers her money for sex.

His Step-daughter’s Little Pink Phone

When Jake starts fucking a twenty year girl, it brings up dark ideas about his college aged step-daughter. Trigger warning: incest roleplay, step-father/daughter incest, age disparity, dubious consent, drunk sex

Carolyn Blushes

Mark’s roommate has a pretty new girlfriend. Mark is immediately drown to her innocence. He likes to make her blush and wants to do more. He’s going to do more. Trigger warning: involves dubious consent and force.

Unboxing

I’m very fond of this story. It’s the future. A woman orders a top-of-the-line sex robot. She’s not sure what to expect. Will it be a dead-eyed doll? Will she fall in love? What she gets is kindness. What she gets is help understanding what she wants.

Earning My Coffee

A very early story of mine. An intimate morning game. Exploring switching and involving one of my favorite activities: queening or facesitting.

Sunday Girl

A somewhat sweet story about casual kink. Well, as sweet as a story can be about tying someone to a bed and using them all day.

A Meal of You

A playful fairytale inspired by Alice in Wonderland. A girl slips into a fantastical world and is thrown into a frightening adventure. Don’t read this if you are offended by very questionable consent, attempted cannibalism, obscene cutlery, mammoth root vegetables, and/or the misuse of butter.

Old Gray Bill

Catherine was fascinated by Old Bill down the hall. He was a writer, who had a pretty girl come and type his stories, and after, Catherine could hear the sound of spanking.

Feast of Fools

Waking up to a dream of candles and masks and a fantastical feast. Inspired by the idea of Carnival.

Debutantes

A slightly fictionalized story of a yankee going down to Mardi Gras in New Orleans and finding himself in a real debutante ball.

Little Fantasies

Just a little piece of a dark, dirty fantasy. Letting yourself be little, small, and taken advantage of.

Review – Auletris by Anaïs Nin

A few new Anaïs Nin stories were unearthed and published. I review these somewhat unfinished and unpolished erotic works from one of my favorite authors.

Roy M. Johnson

In the preface of Delta of Venus, Nin explains how a “wealthy collector” hired her, Henry Miller, and various others to write erotica for $1 a page. I explore that idea and talk about the identity of that collector.

The Proper Fingering

Charlotte was in need of discipline. She finds a new cello instructor who takes her in hand. A surprisingly intense story that started from just one long title: The Proper Fingering is Essential When Attempting the Works of Johann Sebastian Bach.

The Writing Group

I was reminded today of our old writing group. The secret one. The one that involved lots of drinking and dirty words and laughs. To be honest, my favorite part of our old writing group had to be Lisa Tan’s pussy…

A Useful Girl

Teasing can be fun, but it’s important to know everyone’s lines. Though sometimes, you learn someone gets wet when you make fun of them. Then there are all kinds of games you can play.

Can’t Win

She was told not to wear panties. But girls who don’t wear panties are sluts. She just can’t win.

Madeline for Brunch

Two friends have Madeline for brunch. She’s such a good girl. She does all the dishes and cleans up their mess, and will crawl right to bed if they ask her to.

Morning Paper

It was simple. Any time she masturbated or had any kind of sexual encounter, she would stop by his apartment the next morning and hand him a note with the details. He would read it in front of her while he had his coffee.

Hitachi Slut

The only thing he was more thankful for than Lucy’s insatiability, was the fact that she didn’t have a Hitachi and had to beg to use his.

Lip Gloss and Control

She had that thing. That thing where she always looked pissed off. It took a long time to figure out that she wasn’t always mad, just most of the time. She invited me over to brainstorm. She had an art project she was working on, but we never seemed to get to talking...

The Dinner Party

Bethany Paige had beautiful huge round wine glasses. They were fish bowls with stems. Not only were they enormous, but there were so many of them. There had to be twenty-five people stuffed into her Williamsburg loft and every guest held one of these goblets. Plus...

Stories of the Order of Dionysus

The Order of Dionysus is a mysterious society that gathers in secret to do perverse things. They revel in hedonism. Pleasure is their guide. This book contains nine short stories about this sex cult and their hidden meetings and plans. From those who stumble upon clues about them, to their inner workings, this books exposes some of the many secrets of this dark and alluring Order.

Mr. McIntyre’s Secret

It’s the 1960s. Abigail is a mousy secretary who is in love with her boss. He’s brilliant, handsome, charming, and powerful. She isn’t satisfied typing his letters and organizing his affairs. But once she steps into his world, she finds nothing is as she expected. Mr....

Sleepy Girls

She was such a pretty girl when she was sleeping. So soft and pliable, with her eyes closed and her defenses down. Her warm skin under soft sheets called to me, and I couldn’t keep my hungry hands away. Tiny kisses wouldn’t wake her. Neither did the careful parting of...

That Sort of Thing

The story of a woman named Valentine who meets a charming writer of risqué stories. As she is seduced by his words she is also confronted by the guilt of playing his taboo games. Will reality live up to the dirty fantasies?

Greedy Queen

While bored in a business meeting, Henry gets a text from the woman he can’t get out of his head. The message is a shot of her thick thighs and a brief sentence informing him that she just got out of the spa, where she got waxed completely bare. What comes next is a tense tale of waiting and wanting and finally delicious satisfaction.

MMS – Extra – A Day in the Life of Ms. Darcy Peterson

He was a bit of a pill. I mean, not to say he was without charms. He was, after all, a strapping young lad with a barrel chest and a face still red from his morning shave. Plus he knew all kinds of random facts about the Sultan of Brunei and racehorse genealogy, still...

MMS – Epilogue – The Birthday Party

I had been a month. A month of strangeness and wonder and fear and excitement. A month where I started a new job. A job that turned out to have its own challenges and joys. A job that kept me on my toes three days a week. A job that sent me home with a paycheck that...

MMS – Chapter 16 – Anything

I awoke to a sharp pain. I had turned in my sleep and was leaning on my sore and bruised thigh. The pain was low and warm and gave me bad dreams I couldn’t remember. It was early morning. Gray light from the window. Birds chirped in the distance. I remembered family...

MMS – Chapter 15 – Comfort

I vaguely remember Chase and Marcy taking me out of the ropes. Someone picked me up and carried me up the stairs. I was put into bed, and for a few minutes I fell asleep, which seems ridiculous, but my body just sort of gave up for a while. I awoke to a cool breeze...

MMS- Chapter 14 – Marcy’s Turn

As Trudy led me back to my room, I remembered being a child and waiting to be taken into surgery to get my tonsils out. I was sure I was going to die under the knife. I had a lot of the same feelings as I numbly followed Trudy’s instruction. I didn’t ask as she drew a...

MMS- Chapter 13 – Back to the Mansion

My life had been turned upside down. Two ghosts down and one to go, but there was no sign of Marcy yet. Plus I’d hardly spoken to Mr. McIntyre that whole week. So I waited. I’d made his calls and typed his letters and even stood inches from him and poured his coffee....

MMS – Chapter 12 – Tea

My life was no longer my own, and that made a strange calm come over me. I had never been very good at decisions. I had never been particularly comfortable with the direction my life was going. Suddenly I was at the mercy of Mr. McIntyre and his friends, and I...

MMS – Chapter 11 – Jazz

Frankly, there were few things I expected to find in my apartment less than Chase Llewellyn chatting up my roommate Eloise. I almost wanted to check the address because I was sure it had to be in the wrong place. No, there he was, so pretty in a white dress shirt and...

MMS – Chapter 10 – Failure

I didn’t remember the train ride home. I didn’t remember Penn Station or the cab or opening the door to my apartment. All I knew was that I saw things on a Sunday in Autumn. I wrote them down in a little book, and I gave them away, and then I was lying in my dingy...

MMS – Chapter 9 – Minutes

I’ve been given a notebook and a pen, and I’ve been told to write down everything. Everything? If I am going to do that, I guess I need to give you a little background, after all, who knows who might be reading this? My name is Abigail. I’m twenty-two, boring and not...

MMS – Chapter 8 – Dressage

I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t know what I was wearing. I remember a flash of white polka dots on a sea of navy blue. A little pillbox hat. My face got flushed if I thought about Ms. Peterson pulling up the stockings that clipped to the garters under my dress....

Disappearing Penny

The office of the small town newspaper was always abuzz with something. Gossip, local dramas, sometimes even a real story that trickles down from one of the big cities. Latham was a sleepy New England hamlet. A travel guide once wrote that it was “a community that...

MMS – Chapter 7 – Dress-up

Marcy came in with that same power she always had, as if she owned the place and had forgotten she bought something so distasteful. She looked at me like I was an oddity, like she was still trying to figure out what all the fuss was about. She was carrying a few...

MMS – Chapter 6 – Assignment Completed

October 19thThere is a large, lavish hotel room. Rich crimson and gold wallpaper, a huge bed, gilded chairs and opulent mirrors. Mr. McIntyre is standing in front of the largest mirror straightening his tie. He is in his black suit, the one he wears to big meetings....

MMS – Chapter 5 – A Visit from Marcy

She didn’t say anything, she just walked in. She just brushed me aside and sauntered in with that strut she had. She looked around as she pulled each finger of her glove off. “You don’t look sick,” she said, looking me up and down as I closed and locked the door. “I...

MMS – Chapter 4 – The First Assignment

There was a line, and it had been crossed. I wasn’t stupid. I knew how I looked. I was his puppy dog, his whipping post, his girl Friday. I swooned around him and jumped at his every command. For all my dedication and obedience, all I got a pat on the head, not even...

MMS – Chapter 3 – Diary Entry

The next morning I awoke early, tossed from sleep by a dream. On the train into work, I wrote it out in my diary. April 19thIn the dream, there is a large, lavish hotel room. Rich crimson and gold wallpaper, a huge bed, gilded chairs and opulent mirrors. Mr. McIntyre...

MMS – Chapter 2 – Missed Appointments

I took a deep breath and looked up at the clock again. It was a quarter to noon, which meant Mr. McIntyre was- the thought made me pause. He was in his “meeting.” He was in his hotel room at that very moment. He was doing things, things that made me bite my lip just...

MMS – Chapter 1 – Morning Routine

Like a hundred mornings before, I sat at my desk and waited for him. The clock ticked in slow motion and I crossed and uncrossed my legs to try and stop them from their never-ending nervous bouncing. I worked in vain to relax as I went through my morning ritual. Every...

Order of Dionysus – Part 4 – The Gilded Library

Mona checked her phone for the seventh time.  Unlike the orderly numbered streets and avenues of midtown Manhattan, the wilds of Downtown Brooklyn quickly descended into a chaos of randomly named roads and dead ends, with the bookstore she sought nowhere in...

Order of Dionysus – Part 3 – The Rabbit

Shelby pressed “send,” then closed her eyes and prayed. She looked in the mirror again. The big mirror on the wall across from her bed was one of her few real luxuries, wide and tall and taking up most of the wall of her small bedroom.  She liked sitting in the...

Order of Dionysus – Part 2 – The Pass

It was often surprising, in such a huge city, that my morning subway ride was constantly full of familiar face. I saw the same people every day, the cast of the mostly silent SitCom that was my morning commute. There really wasn't anything special about her. Well,...

Order of Dionysus – Part 1 – The Ex

Henry was making bacon again. There was something both charming and annoying about his propensity for, and enjoyment of, elaborate breakfasts. Beth had grown up on cold cereal, as had Henry if she recalled correctly. Bacon and eggs were reserved for the weekends when...

Isle of Me

A physicist accidentally transports herself to another dimension and is trapped on a deserted island alone. Soon though, she isn’t so alone, when a version of her from another dimension, appears. Then another version. And another.

Can they figure out a way off the island? Can they stop from succumbing to the curiosity of what it’s like to kiss yourself? Can they learn to love themselves?

Order of Dionysus – Part 9 – The Lead

It was 10:15 am and from the corner of my eye I saw Sophie check her phone again. Same little smile, same red in her cheeks, as her face was illuminated by the faint blue glow for the fifth time that morning.  “I’ll be right back, Lily,” she said without looking...

Order of Dionysus – Part 8 – The Exhibit

The invitation came one autumn morning. A crisp white card etched with rich black ink. “You Are Invited To: Un-Still Life.”  “For your curiosity and consideration, we invite you to examine a girl on display. Cocktail attire. OoD members only. No guests. Clean...

Order of Dionysus – Part 7 – The Shop

We bought her on Bond Street. There was a little shop, above a haberdashery, with a large plate glass window with gold foil lettering on it, where they have a book full of people who want to be sold. The counter person was quite dashing in their three piece suit. They...

Order of Dionysus – Part 6 – The Mark

Sometimes Dee liked to fuck men she didn’t find attractive. If she was at a party and there was that one guy who talked a little too loud or made jokes that were a little too rude or perhaps just wore an ugly suit, she couldn’t think of anything but sucking their...

Order of Dionysus – Part 5 – The Hole

The bar was beautiful, dimly lit, with dark wood paneled walls, black lacquered tables, low music, and the hushed buzz of conversation.  The bartender nodded at me as I walked the length of the bar. His muscles rippled as he shook a chrome mixer of ice and some...

Sick Girl

The whine was a little girl noise: a pouting, stubborn groan of frustration. I heard it when I opened the door and let the light from the hall break the spell of darkness in her room. On the pink bed, the girl was covered in blankets, pillows, comforters, and stuffed...

Showing

As Jason showed me around the big house, I was impressed by the space. A modern kitchen with a six-burner stove. A fireplace and huge television in the living room. “We have a hot tub out on the back deck. Business-class internet. The neighborhood is great—lots of...

History Lesson

I think the first time I considered any kind of poly, it was in a remarkably unhealthy situation. This was more than fifteen years ago. I was living out west with my girlfriend at the time. We were in bad places mentally, emotionally, every way. Our relationship would...

Mourning

I didn’t know the Porters very well, though our families had been intertwined in various ways for most of my life, be it in business, marriage, or as friends. Then again, my position in my own family was somewhat liminal. I came and left. I disappeared for months at a...

Morning with Them

Birds chirped, and the sun crept in from the small opening between the curtains. It was enough to rouse us. I held myself in that place between sleep and waking. Smelling the cold air that drifted in over the heat of the radiator. I heard a sigh and felt them turn,...

Rubbing

When I think about Jasmine, I remember the hours of kissing. I remember the humidity of our attraction. How we locked ourselves in my bedroom, and it was like we turned into teenagers fogging up the windows as we wrestled in the backseat of a car at Makeout Point. But...

Alma and Bee

Bee's whimpers of need were, frankly, pretty pathetic. As was the way she raised her hips in the air, trying in vain to reach something to rub against. Her greedy cunt was glistening wet, shaved bare, and swollen from hunger and torment. She was tied to a table. The...

Scheduling Conflict

The first thing Becky noticed about the bar was how everything seemed to have an amber glow. The dark flocked damask wallpaper, the dark wood of the bar and tables, the candlelight reflecting off the mirrors behind the bar. It was a beautiful place, filled with...

Bound Crush

The key was not letting on how he felt. Let the rope take over. Let the familiar routine play out like a dance number he had memorized. Disappear into his dominance. That would keep him from letting on the crush he had on her. That would hide the fact that he had been...

Ménage à Text

Truth be told, Elise didn’t even really like him. That’s not to say she wasn’t already wet when she got off at his subway stop and climbed the familiar stairs into the lingering evening sun. She hadn’t been to his apartment in weeks. She hadn’t walked through the...

The Evolution of This Site and My Writing

Hello friends and readers. How’s your quarantine going? Mine has been complicated. I’ve been thinking a lot about writing, erotica, social media, isolation, feedback, money, and most of all, validation. For me, writing erotica online started (more than twenty-five...

The Crush

That morning, after we fucked, Amy told me that she had a crush on a boy. I was still half asleep as she sat on the edge of the bed and slowly slipped on her bra. I watched as she fumbled a bit with the tiny bent clasps. She was a pouting princess sometimes. There was...

Order of Dionysus: The Role – Work in Progress

Chapter 1: The Interview Elizabeth was a bit bleary-eyed as she tried to sit up straight in the surprisingly comfortable leather chair in the long hallway of the mansion. The floor was dark wood, and there was a long rug that ran the expanse of the hall to the stairs....

Desecrating Fiona – Work in Progress

At forty-five, for the most part, I turned off my libido when at the office. Around the company, it was, perhaps, noticeable that I did not react to things. Sexually unflappable. It had been remarked on. There had been various rumors in the company about my sexual...

Order of Dionysus – Part 10 – The Library

There is a nondescript wooden door at the end of one of the long marble hallways of the Main Branch of the New York Public Library that you can only enter if you have the right knock and the right word and a particular pin on your lapel. Knowledge of the “Private...

M, Mme, & Mlle

It was the golden hour when Madam Thérèse de Dillon, still in the elaborate gown she wore for her husband’s meeting with his Viennese investors, finally collapsed on her overstuffed chaise longue and received her favorite guest. Sophie, hardly twenty and in a very...

The First Party

It’s the first party after the quarantine, and no one is really sure what to do. In the familiar loft, we all stand with drinks in our hands like its prom, and no one is sure if it is cool to dance. Desperation is everywhere, palpable, and real. It’s sapped our charm...

Pigtails

She was okay with being naked. She didn’t mind walking past my open windows or if I snapped a picture of her every once in a while. I liked that. I liked how much she enjoyed her body, lounging and showing off her curves without a hint of the embarrassment that is...

Love Seat

There was a familiar comfort in the deep couch. There was a knowledge that if one sat on that couch, they would sink back and possibly never get up.  But that’s what we wanted at that moment.  It was cold and raining outside. We could hear a bitter and cruel...

Leaving for Paris

Julia went to see James in New York before she left for Paris. When she wrote him that she was moving there, he was the only one who didn’t ask her why. That was James. That was why she had to see him before she went. She took the train from Philly into New York, and...

Little Cakes

For his birthday the table was lined with Petit Fours and Macarons in pretty pastel piles. Presents wrapped in soft pink and lavender. Bowls of figs and grapes and cherries. Bouquets of violets and foxglove. He was never alone, and everyone was kind and gentle with...

Esme Llewellyn, Spirit Detective (Series)

In London, 1880, Horatio Asquith runs a most unusual business. Asquith & Llewellyn Spirit Detectives investigate all sorts of cases: haunted houses, evil curses, even demonic possession. But it is really young Esme Llewellyn, Horatio’s secretary and the daughter...

Under the Roses (Series)

On a side street in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, beneath an ordinary-looking flower shop, is a modern-day speakeasy that only those who have a password can get into: Under the Roses. It’s an exclusive spot where the fashionable are served more than cocktails....

Order of Dionysus – Part 11 – Comfort

It was a little after six p.m. on a rainy Monday evening when I remembered the card. It had been a horrible day, and the sudden memory was like being hungry and recalling that you had some delicious leftovers in your refrigerator. It had been a while since I used the...

Stockings and Whispers

“Hush hush,” she whispered and patted my head. She brushed my hair back and played with it gently, twirling it between her fingers. I was on the floor, my head against her knee as she sat on the couch. “Will you fix my stockings, love?” She whispered. It wasn’t really...

That Sort of Thing

The story of a woman named Valentine who meets a charming writer of risqué stories. As she is seduced by his words she is also confronted by the guilt of playing his taboo games. Will reality live up to the dirty fantasies? AmazonB&NSmashwords Excerpt from the...

Greedy Queen

While bored in a business meeting, Henry gets a text from the woman he can't get out of his head. The message is a shot of her thick thighs and a brief sentence informing him that she just got out of the spa, where she got waxed completely bare. What comes next is a...

Sci-Fi Sex

Strange and wild sexual adventures. From deep in space, where lonely astronauts find comfort in sex clones, to dark tales of mind control, to bizarre stories of tentacle sex, to the unboxing of a brand new sexbot, these stories are full of surprises. They are angsty,...

Stories of the Order of Dionysus

The Order of Dionysus is a mysterious society that gathers in secret to do perverse things. They revel in hedonism. Pleasure is their guide. This book contains nine short stories about this sex cult and their hidden meetings and plans. From those who stumble upon...

The Blackboard

It was a thunder crack when he smacked her, then a still moment as the world went silent, then lightning behind her eyes. Everything vibrating and swimming. Blood rushing in her ears, her face heating and turning red, her vision blurring, and then finally his face...

My Biggest Fan

She walked into the bar, and time seemed to stop. She was amazing. Jesus. Tell, a little thin for my tastes, but with a big ass. Her ass was just a fucking bubble. She was beautiful. Face like an angel. Thick pouting lips, big brown eyes, shortish brown hair with...

Betty the Bruiser

I came home to find the apartment in chaos. A lamp, which was still on, lay on the floor, shining a spotlight on a half-empty bookshelf. The books were strewn around the floor and one was soaking up the remnants of a vase of water that held the violets that were now...

As He Liked It

She had been eyeing his suit since 59th Street. When the train emptied at 14th, she took the sudden exodus as an excuse to sit next to him. “I’ve never seen working sleeve buttons up close. It’s such a beautiful detail,” she said, her fingers hovering over his light...

The Bell

It was the bad days that made me eternally grateful for the bell. Crowded subways and spilled coffee. Meetings from the moment I walked into the office until late in the afternoon. No lunch. Some god awful presentation. Then rain the minute I left for home. It was...

A Quick Trip Downtown

Edward was taking me on another one of his damned adventures. I swear, if he weren't like a brother to me, I'd be done with him. He shouted from the drawing room for me to hurry and dress, but I couldn't get the damn bow tie right. Looking in the mirror, I remembered...