• Girlfriends: Picking up Polly

    I’d made plans to pick up Polly on the way to meet friends. After a humid afternoon practicing, she said she’d have to shower first. She didn’t mind if I dropped by early. I casually mentioned my best friend would be with me. She paused for a moment, then said she’d see me soon. That… Continue Reading

  • Girlfriends: Polly

    I’ve taken on a new writing project, not erotic, and haven’t had much time for erotic stories. I’ve been thinking about short little anecdotes for the sake of readers newly subscribed to the website. Most of the stories that follow are drawn from my own experiences while some are inspired by others. There is truth… Continue Reading

  • Owned | Pages 1-46

    So, based on the preference of readers, I’ve changed the title from the ‘Sex Slave’ to ‘Owned’. Rather than chapters, I’ve lost count of how many, you can judge my progress by the number of pages. I rewrote the chapters (following the last post) several times (and I haven’t had as much free time), trying… Continue Reading

  • Daydreams & Distractions | Copious

    This story, daydream or distraction begins on a back porch: Louisiana, close to midnight, where two dozen or so mingle under a string of incandescent light bulbs and moths. Empty and half empty beer bottles sit on the porch railing. Frogs and toads dissemble under the dark beards of Spanish moss. Some ratty speakers are… Continue Reading

  • between the lines

    I worked on this story for a while. Wanted to write something fun and a little special for all of you. Hope you enjoy. ~ Will 1 A gust of sunlight floods the kitchen’s floor. I can’t decide whether I like the mixed metaphor. But why not? That’s a mid-winter’s sun that’s not really winter’s… 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