Over the last decade being a freelance writer reporting on sex and relationships, I haven’t suffered from the belief that serious, respectful writing was incompatible with prurient detail. I got into writing about sex because I enjoy it. And I am just as happy to inspire fantasy as I am to inform my reader. Women like myself have often wrote to titillate, but that doesn’t mean I don’t take objective reporting seriously. B...

Trailing in the pungent, inescapable chlorine-scented wake of Danny, Candace reveled proudly in the jeers of passing housekeepers and couples within the claustrophobic corridor, most of whose female counterparts would have risked everything to be in her shoes in that moment. As the towering 6’2” Danny began to decelerate, Candace and Paul felt a surge of nervousness, realizing they were mere moments from reaching his room...

Marital hall passes were something only ever mentioned in the movies, or jokingly brought up between couples while in an intoxicated state. The odds of a spouse being presented with the opportunity of a random intimate encounter with Chris Hemsworth or Sydney Sweeney had been so miniscule that it was typically just something passively agreed to in the spirit of avoiding a stupid argument. Paul’s entire life began to flash...

One Step Forward, Two Steps Back Sales of my novel, The Greatest Liar, Trans Erotica With A Purpose (TGL), had been tepid, despite the generally positive reader comments on the publishing website of an e-commerce firm named for a large South American River. The meager royalties didn’t bother me: I have more assets than I ever dreamed of owning, and my professional career is thriving. But it troubled me that the public did...

Emerich was always such a dutiful butler. It was what he lived for. Cara was the most famous pop star in four of the seven continents. The other three considered her songs ‘contraband’ and banned any mention of her. She sat at her vanity dresser, bored, restless. She was out of meds and avoiding refilling the script. Instead, she was tracing the line of her vein with her eyeliner pencil, just making dark wiggly lines down...

John and Jen enjoyed a sex life most would envy. Both in their late twenties at the time, they met while volunteering at a soup kitchen. John was preparing to take his licensing exam, and Jen had just started practicing as a therapist. It was lust at first sight. John was a stocky man with a neatly trimmed beard. His blue eyes sparkled brilliantly behind a pair of traditional glasses frames. Jen was slightly plump with th...

That was a successful start into the business week. On Wednesday, I had an appointment with my favorite actress. Several months had passed since our meeting in the Alps and I assumed that she would not return. To my surprise, she called me one day, apologized for the long break and asked for a second appointment. I let her flounder a bit and gave her an appointment three weeks later. She even agreed to come to my office....

The door popped open as the shapely blonde and the handsome stud approached the car. The spaghetti straps of her little black dress were challenged by her full bust, and the hemline showed more of her legs than if she were wearing his white shirt. That shirt was half unbuttoned and his tie draped loosely as she had started undressing him before they left the club. She dove inside and he followed. An older, smaller limousi...

The band's encore faded out and the final set for the night came to an end. Pumped-up festival-goers began to pour out of the arena looking to take the party elsewhere – probably to a field somewhere, in true country style. I took one look at the human traffic jam at the arena gates and decided to stay put and wait out the crowd. As the crowd thinned, I noticed the blanket of red plastic cups and other rubbish that had be...

Flashbulbs stung my vision amid the surging clamour of paparazzi calling her name as she strode from the premier along the red carpet towards me and the limousine. An effortless flick of russet hair above the straps of the crimson bodycon dress brushed off the reporters like tiresome mosquitoes. I swung open the rear door for her to enter. "You," she addressed me, peeling off her Saint Laurent sunglasses, piercing chestnu...

Sometimes you need inspiration  to find your boredom cure  To picture his sexy tongue  licking deeply to that sensitive core  His chiseled chin and blue eyes watching you closely now Between your tone tan thighs making your inner kitten meow  So much pleasure in such a kiss that touches your juicy peach Letting your honey flow freely till your fingers begin to reach Teasing your pussy softly now  you can see his seductive...

*11:15 Show ends* My heart is pumping, my body sweating, the adrenaline surging through me. Nothing makes me feel more alive. “Great show Serina, we have a quick meet and greet then you can go change,” says my manager Brad. “Ok, let's make this quick though, I need out of this dress.” Boob sweat is real! Selfies with my fans always makes me smile. It's like that middle step as I get to wind down. Always a couple crazies t...