Hello, for those of you wondering why the first chapter isn't already diving into the story, it is for the reason as a type of hub for everything I will post and/or edit. Do not fret, I will try and make weekly updates if I can, though I will not take longer than an entire year, just remember I still have a life besides writing smut and similar things. I am...
Welcome to my story, if you are interested in adding, then write me. If you are after an easy climax, then this is not the story for you. Yes, there will be sex, but it won't exactly jump at you. This is meant to play as a game. There are (will be) endings, your choices affect variables, and might get you killed. The point of view is third person limited, in...
Josh Tylers was a good looking 19-year-old black male with a promising day ahead of him. He was leaving to go on a date with his girlfriend 20-year-old half-Asian bombshell college sophomore Jade Pond. Josh was pretty sure he was going to lose his virginity this time too. She invited him to her dorm room and even threw in some suggestive language to the text...
In this smut story you can decide who you are and what you do. The decisions you make will of course remain erotic and dirty. In addition, each story version will have similar topics and the decisions will cause different events but will not have completely different fetishes. Bimbos, chuckolding, oversized dicks/tits will play a large role. So will maledom,...
Writing Smut for Profit: It's Not just an Adventure - It's a Job. Whoever told you that writing fiction for adult industry publication - for money - is supposed to be Artistic, Fun, or Easy -- LIED. Writing may look artistic, and creative writing certainly is artistic (that's why they call it Creative Writing,) but writing for a living - writing for publ...
Image is important at R.H. Bank. My name is Bob Ramsey, operations manager of R.H. Bank's fraud department. One night in particular stands in my mind as a testament to my abilities as a competent manager, protecting the bank's image in the public eye. It was late on a Friday, and the department was winding down. I sat in my office putting the finishing touch...
The door opened letting in the cold wind and mist of a late autumn night. A lone figure wrapped in a travelling cape stepped through the sill. The richly embroided hooded cape identified him as a man of means, the long sword along other weapons thrust in his wide belt and his large frame identified him as a warlord and a man not to trifle with. When he shrug...
Little-Known Yet Somehow Obvious Tips For Writers I my experience as both an editor and a writer, I have come across some very common, but little-known, stylistic errors. One thing that most people don't seem to understand is how to transform everyday, hum-drum, blah writing into something enjoyable. Most often, the major problems with a story's readabi...
Tilting my gaze away from the breeze, I shifted the phone to read off Mary's address. Yup, this should be the place. As the wind died down I slid my phone into its pocket and set my hues on a small, solitary building that happily took up its own side of the street. Half clinic, half home. Clamping itself on the city by its tail end, her business bloomed slow...
This is the final Chapter of the story of how two couples handled a specific problem they shared. It took a bit longer than I anticipated to write, because it's over twice the length of the previous chapters. Apologies. I know from feedback on the first two chapters that the situation each couple found themselves in is more common than you would think. So I...