Merry Christmas, my fellow smut lovers! It's that time of the year when Santa plays peeping Tom on us, under the pretense of giving free gifts. Yeah, ya ain't fooling anyone, SANTA!. This is a story that got stuck in my head and refused to leave until I let it out the only I know how that is not having sex... Writing smut. I hope you enjoy this and enjoy the...
I seem to be into a window exhibitionist writing phase lately. It ties in nicely with my BDSM one and to a certain extent the reluctance/nonconsent genre as well. I think it has to do with the hot neighbor I have in the apartment next to mine. And the games I have recently started playing with him. (The dropping boards on a friend part because of a quickly f...
Chapter 4: Intrigue upon Intrigue With all that had occurred the previous afternoon with Jenny, Alicia had forgotten to read her mail and it was the arrival of the postman yet again which reminded her. Picking up the previous days letters from the hall table she quickly ran through them. There was one official looking one addressed for her own attention, s...
It was the party of the century, a hundred of us celebrating in style. A pool party with alcohol and very little clothing, plenty of drugs and sex going on in dark corners, sometimes out in the open too. It was wild and fantastic, the perfect way to spend a hot summer's night. Graham's parents were away for a few days, and he had decided to make the most of...
It was a warm night and before pulling the blind and getting ready for bed Katherine went to the window, opened it, and just enjoyed the breeze. Spring was definitely here, with the scent of new growth wafting through the air. A movement caught her eye and she looked around, trying to see what had caught her eye. There was nothing obvious in sight and she...
I feel like I deserved it, after Hannah had let me know that she watched me jerk off in the shower. Sure I was embarrassed, but also kind of excited that she had played peeping tom on me, like I had to her. Friday couldn't come soon enough, but I couldn't tell if it was out of excitement, or the unresolved tension of knowing where I stood with Hannah. Did...
Dean slipped out of his bedroom window quietly, crossed the yard and hopped the low fence easily. Once on the other side of the street, he was careful to move quickly from one tree that lined the sidewalk to the next. The moon was up but only a quarter slice hanging in the late evening sky, so he was fairly sure no one would notice him. The dark clothing h...
A notebook has fallen to planet earth with the ability to change reality. Whatever is written inside changes reality. You can travel through time, change people's fetishes, change laws and rules, change societal norms. Anything you want to become reality can become so. Who will be the lucky person to find this notebook? What will they use it for? They can fu...
Jonathon couldn’t see her face, only the slim, sexy legs dangling on the side of the sofa. He peered through his apartment window, squinting and cursing at himself for not buying the binoculars that were on sale last week. Her skirt rode high on her thigh, a mini-skirt that reminded him of the schoolgirl fantasy he’s had for decades. Her stockings were opaqu...
My name is Stephen Pratchett, and I am a secret atheist. Why keep that a secret? you may ask. Well, the problem were my parents, and to a certain extent, my two siblings. You see, they were reformed protestants. For those of you who don't know what that means: they were the strictest, fun-hating, sour-faced people on the planet. Fundamentally their beliefs m...