"It needs a 'Slippery When Wet' sign here," George remarked as he watched the woman pick herself up from the pavement. "We could all use one of those," Megan thought to herself. The conditions were apparently caused by the combination of moss and light rain, but Megan was more concerned about the effects of her fall than the science behind it. George helped Megan to her feet, wanting to ensure she was okay, but his dog, B...

With steady rain falling, Jack was glad to be in the cafe rather than getting soaked. He decided to spin out another coffee and do some writing, something he did often, to keep his mind active. Jack was soon busy with his latest erotic story, creativity being unlike memory, dexterity, and mobility, which had all been affected by his neurological issues. His imagination was still in full working order. Jack concentrated on...

The girls were not amused. The agency had called Fiona and explained that 'Clucking Marvellous' had ceased operating and couldn't supply the rugby team with the acts they had booked. The presentation night was the year's highlight for the women's rugby club, and there were only a few hours left until it was due to start. Fiona sent a group message to everyone, reminding them that making the best of things was a skill and...

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The plan to walk home seemed more ill-advised by the second. The drizzle had turned to steady rain, and then Alan found himself caught in a downpour. Alan decided to take refuge in a bar. He wasn't familiar with it, although its proximity to the university quarter made him feel sure of the crowd it was aimed at. It was a Monday evening. The bar wasn't busy, but a group of eight women around one of the tables was certainly...

The replacement bus would take at least an hour to arrive. The news hadn't gone down well—it was the middle of the night, and they were in the middle of nowhere. At least the driver said they could stay on the bus, which made Phil smile. "An hour to look into the darkness and hate the modern world," Phil said to the stranger sitting beside him. Instead of replying to Phil's comment, his neighbour took out a notepad, and s...

On either side of the ocean, both took some time to catch up on their messages. As usual, Shiba had many to read, while Justin had far fewer. Among the messages, one stood out to Justin. He smiled, confident that Shiba would feel the same once she saw it. 'Festival Of Erotica' was the title of the message that had captured Justin's attention, and beyond its headline, the details brought a smile to his face. A gathering wa...

At times, the banter exchanged on the on-line story site had no focus whatsoever, Mike liked that. Some could not make comments without depth, agenda, or attempts to show how clever they were, but Stephanie was different. Mike and Stephanie were separated by thousands of miles, but this was unimportant. Their shared passion was creativity and writing and the fact that the environment was erotica wasn't necessarily as rele...

Entering the competition had been a spur of the moment decision and although Becky didn't need the lure of a prize to be inspired, she had decided to make the next story she wrote suitable for submission. Becky's disappointment at her lack of creative ideas found her discussing it on the forum she used that was for fellow authors of erotic fiction. Those she exchanged messages with included some who she regarded as good f...

As I stepped into the shower, my wife asked, “Why don’t you write many micro-stories?” “It is not my thing,” I truthfully replied. She wickedly grinned, “If you write one for me, I give you a blow job.” I was taken aback. She never offered me something like this before. As the water cascaded over me, I started scribbling in my head. While still dripping, I handed her a sheet of paper. Her eyes widened, surprised as she re...

"What are you typing away at?" Sir inquires. "Just a little story about us for the Unleashed competition," I say, flashing him a grin. "Starring me again?" He pretends to sigh and shakes his head, but I can tell he's secretly pleased. "Most men would feel pretty special being a constant source of inspiration for someone," I tease. "Oh, is that so?" he smirks. "Bedroom. Now. I'll give you some real inspiration." Well, that...

What is Jen up to? I ask myself as I click on the LushStories website. “Yeah!” I say to myself as a silly grin slips onto my face. There is a new competition and I normally do well at these. My mind suddenly goes into overdrive as my interest peaks. I read on. “Punked!” I exclaim, once again, to the four walls of my home office. “What the fuck!” I have no idea what that word means. Here I am, Mrs Rachael Andrews, forty-si...