My husband is downstairs watching the latest Chris Rock special. I am typing away on the laptop in our bedroom while our beautiful three year old daughter watches Winnie the Pooh on Playhouse Disney. Sounds pretty common for both the UK, which is my husband's native country, and the US, mine. Other than my little fetish for writing erotica, out family is not...
I had lost my previous job, and my new job paid about half what I'd been earning. That's not what makes this story unique. I'm just one of a few million Americans who are in the same boat. What makes this story somewhat unique is what I ended up doing about it. It all started as I was sitting in front of my computer looking for a part-time job to supplement...
Part II - The Gas Station I sat studying the script under the interior light as the rain pelted relentlessly on the fogged-up windshield of my Honda. I looked up nervously as the headlights of a car pulled into the gas station and pulled up next to one of the pumps. A middle-aged woman got out and started pumping gas. The digital clock on the dashboard read...
When people ask me where I get the ideas for my erotic stories, I give them a simple answer: writing erotica is a little like making Kool Aid. The gem of the idea --- the Kool Aid packet --- is the starting point. Imagination --- the addition of water and sugar --- provides the rest of the final product. Yes, I would love it if each and every word I've wri...
Inspired by an improper, filthy and implausible piece in another place, I thought I'd let my dirty imagination run riot. It's crude, unlikely and totally daft but I enjoyed it. That's what writing this stuff is all about. Yu Smelly and Cissy Biggun, both 18, walked home from college together as they always did. They looked a little dishevelled after a full...
Inspired by an improper, filthy and implausible piece in another place, I thought I'd let my dirty imagination run riot. It's crude, unlikely and totally daft but I enjoyed it. That's what writing this stuff is all about. Yu Smelly and Cissy Biggun, both 18, walked home from college together as they always did. They looked a little disheveled after a full d...
Dear Diary. Wednesday. Today was an ordinary day I suppose. I went to work (a little late since I am the boss). Now you need to understand that I am 46, and curvy with graying waist length hair that I wear in a single braid down my back. I prefer to wear short sleeve blouses that only hint of the 36D breasts underneath. During the workday my husband and I...
FOREWORD For the final instalment of the series we're investigating the power of hearing. As was glossed over in the first article, in such a busy modern day we are bombarded from all sides with useless information, and our senses overloaded to the point of confusion. Many of us manage to switch off, dulling the senses to the point where we become desensiti...
Several readers commented that the story was made up and that I am gay. Neither are true. I am not sure why things turn some people on and turn other off but if it's the latter for you do not read on. This is the continuation of the story. ****** Steve emailed her again. "Can you come over for a visit?" "Yes. I am drying my hair but I can come over toda...
In addition to creating realistic characters, in realistic (if not fantastic) situations, I've included a few exercises to help build those literary muscles. At the end of this piece, there should be some interesting situations Once you believe you have your cast of characters in full dimension, it is up to you to test these characters to insure they are n...