Our competitions are designed to give writers a platform to share their erotic fiction with the world and to celebrate the art of storytelling. We have received countless submissions over the years, each one showcasing the unique voice and style of its author.
In this section, you will find a curated selection of our past competition winners. These writers have been chosen for their exceptional writing skills, captivating storytelling, and ability to bring their readers' fantasies to life. From steamy romance to taboo fetishes, these stories explore a wide range of adult themes and will leave you breathless with anticipation.
We are proud to have provided a platform for these talented writers to share their work with the world, and we hope that you will enjoy reading their stories as much as we did. So why not take a look at our previous winners' section and discover some of the most exciting and innovative adult fiction being written today? Who knows, you might even find your new favorite author!
I wonder what the neighbours would think if they looked through the lounge window of my quaint little cottage? I’m facing the wall on my knees doing ‘corner time’. Perhaps not, in itself, enough to cause much of a scandal. But I’m not wearing very much, y...
As I arch off the wooden seat to the limit of my straining bonds, I'm not sure whether the burning need to cum or my jackhammering pulse will kill me first. The thin white ropes that criss-cross my naked body tighten, skin imprinted with showy knots. I ga...
Alisha stood silently and let her fingertips skim the assortment of leather implements on the wall before her. They ranged from the relatively tame to the severely intimidating. How had she not known about her husband’s penchant for whips and chains? More...
Rick Lovett had no inkling, on arriving at Eastleigh Manor, of how comprehensively his marriage vows would be tested that night. How could he? His wife had accompanied him to the Christmas festivity, and even had she not been by his side, the moments he’d...
When a snowflake falls, there is beauty and tragedy; each is unique until it melts on the pavement. Wearing white and misty grey shrouds, black skeletal trees form a guard of honour. The blizzard mutes all noise as a mark of respect. It feels like the wor...
Most people spend Christmas with friends and family. This year, I'm not one of them. Before you misjudge me as one of those saddos, sitting in my underpants and T-shirt in a soulless flat nursing a pint and the TV remote searching for Die Hard movies, let...
I tousle my hair in my mild insomnia-infused hangover. Eyes reduced to narrow slits, I adjust to the stingingly bright All Saints' Day noon sun hitting my porch where I was sleeping. Vague memories of seductive buttocks juicy as an overripe peach and wide...
They're always so eager to please. Unappreciated at home, my camera offers freedom. Desirability. Purpose. In matching pumpkin underwear, this one's fully embraced the season. Stunning. "Ease down the straps…" Click-whirr. "Perfect. Cup them." Click-whirr...
I laugh as I pass through the gossamer thin veil, exuberant at my release into the orderly, unsuspecting town. Cackling, I unleash lusty sorcery from my enchanted rod. Inhibitions are dissolved; fiery passions and repressed desires are freed. Delinquent,...
The freight train rumbled out of the sunrise, bringing a smile to Libby's face at the open window. Closing her eyes, she let the vibrations penetrate her naked body while the cool Colorado morning breeze caressed her light brown skin, and she imagined her...
You remember Sonic the Hedgehog: that old-school 8-bit scrolling game where the hedgehog rushes forward, looping and soaring into the sky, snagging golden rings by the handful, every captured treasure announced by the narcotic casino ding of a fight bell...
Paris, 1962 Inside Bohemia After Dark, patrons squinted through an ashen haze at the nightclub's featured combo. Stained indigo under mood lighting, a quintet of animated ebony carvings whisper-shouted wordless, haunting languages. Cigarette embers winked...
My mouth was full. Specifically, it was full of Sir Reginald Quailpipe’s cock. My nose was being tickled by the greying hair on his ample belly. I slid my lips slowly up his length until his rigid steed popped out of my mouth. Sir Reginald groaned as my h...
A cascade of long blonde hair flowed across Rae's chest, obscuring the molten mouth mauling her nipples and the wandering fingertips scraping the insides of her thighs. The impromptu pinch of pearly whites launched her breasts skyward, draining the air fr...
It was a snarl that would make the toughest cower. My fascination with her appearance is now a blood-chilling panic. “Open your bag,” she growled. Fuck. Fixated on the safety pin through her nose and frozen to the spot, she peered in. The jangling guitar...
