Janel carefully set down her mug of genmaicha in its accustomed spot on the bookshelf, between a well-worn copy of Delta of Venus inherited from her mother and an equally worn thesaurus. She had one more task before settling in for an evening of reviewing erotica submissions for Lush Stories: choose the night’s background music. Definitely a vinyl night. Sleet and falling leaves outside; tea and analog in the dim, cozy, c...

Phone beeped: NEW MESSAGE‘GODDESS WON!!!’Smiling he started evoking...  Striding to overcome writer’s block, he sat at a bucolic, shadowy spot. Suddenly the hottest woman ever, naked, appeared before him saying ‘get up‘.Jerked and stripped down, he was given the most delicious fellatio. She rode him, thrusting back and forth, with a vengeance. Both in the verge of cumming she screamed:‘I’m your fucking MUSE. Start writing...

When getting smutty in the literaturethe Victorians had the right ideain keeping core principles simple;no need to conjure a headache, just put downa pink slit and move on to the gent,a quick prick penning working as goodas any; scribble in the bushy thatchesand then get those petticoats out of the wayfor grapples lusty and the dance of the lance,and someone's bottom better be burningin passion, stoking motions sure to sp...

It had been twelve hours since she fucked me and I was still feeling the effects. Flashes of her heavenly body riding my lap on the sofa stung my mind at breakfast, amid household minutiae with my wife. I barely listened, head brimming with visions of flung back hair and gasps as I pawed the incredible breasts of a woman I didn't know at her breathless insistence. The recollection had me hardening beneath the forgotten bo...

I’d like to write a poem About feelings I can’t hide I need to write down in words How I’m feeling deep inside   My poem would be dedicated With love from me to you It would help me to express myself And say so much to you   A poem to tell you everything I’m feeling in my heart When it comes to writing poems I don’t know where to start   I’d say how much you mean to me And hope we never part I get halfway through the firs...

This book, improbable as it is, would have been impossible without the help, care, feeding, and receptivity of various experts, friends, experts who became friends, friends who became expert at one thing or another, and the various benefits each and all provided. To everyone involved or engaged, even those with little or no knowledge of the project at hand, I extend my heartfelt thanks. Amanuenses, transcribers, keyboardi...

The same night their little sisters Andrea and Kelly were babysitting for Elena and Charlie for the first time, Valerie and Jennifer ended up at a party and got drunk on keg beer a few months into their Sophomore year of college. This was the first time they had ever gotten drunk because they were unusually well behaved when they were Freshmen. When they came through the door at 2:00 am Ms. Hudson was waiting for them in...

Catrina sat in the corner of the coffee shop and glanced furtively around her. Her laptop was in front of her, a word document open. The last sentence stared back at her, tauntingly. “And then he seized her, his hands plunging up her shirt and roughly grabbing her breasts.” She had been hung up on this line for some time now and was hoping the change of scenery would help her move past it. The stories she usually wrote we...

All tales of her innocence are lies. I swear and always will, that all of it was her fault! Hers, and her idiot father's. Truly, he was the fool who left her too long alone, with too many books. It was too much to bear for the fragile sense of a proper demoiselle. The poor thing started to believe in all this modern foolishness about new morals, education and progress... She filled her head with naught but Voltaire, that...