• The Sex Slave | Chapters 1-3

    And here is another chapter. I’m thinking that ‘Owned’ might be a better title than ‘The Sex Slave’. Let me know. As always, consider my posts a first draft. What you read is the way I wrote it just yesterday and today. Stream of consciousness. I made a slight change to the first and second… Continue Reading

  • The Sex Slave | Chapters 1-2

    This second chapter is appended—called The Auction. I slightly rewrote the first chapter, changing a couple details. I’ll delete the earlier post, chapter one, in a couple days. As always, with my writing, my posts at Erotic Writer are my first drafts. Feel free to point out mistakes and typos. I’m not vain. Please comment,… Continue Reading

  • Distractable

    You wouldn’t think, but in the dead of winter when a wood stove burns in a small house, one may wear as little as on a summer’s day. One my put on a shirt and nothing else for the little things needing done indoors. By midmorning though, a woman may begin to wonder if she… Continue Reading

  • Damaged Goods

    So, this story is a bit of an experiment. If you like it, let me know., “Can we talk?” “Sure.” The two women sat silently as the first woman seemed to stare at nothing, at the half empty cup of coffee, at the small round table, at her own nervous fingers gently feeling the cup.… Continue Reading

  • Asking For It

    “What’d he say?” Jamille asks. “So he calls us all into the chapel. He just says: I’ve heard enough complaints. Then he launches into this lecture about women and a woman’s proper attire.” She makes air quotes around the word ‘proper’. “That our families sent us to a Christian school because they believed in a… Continue Reading

  • Negatives

    This is written to replace another story in the third book of Daydreams & Distractions. The book is almost fully edited. Lately I’ve been feeling the urge to move away from “high fantasy” in my erotic stories, to write them more in the spirit of literary short stories. Hopefully this story isn’t so far removed… Continue Reading

  • 川柳 · 366

    · Could you imagine if every star were an orgasms? she says. Why  not? Life isn’t long enough for that many. But maybe life is long enough for the universe. Her lover makes love to her on the sky’s black sheets. Star dust, she says, endlessly and devotedly. · her ····wetness in the bedsheets—his inside… Continue Reading