I have a passion for the English language bordering on the obsessive, I have to own up to that from the start. I do not have the benefit of a good education. I suffer from dyslexia, a condition not recognised at the time when I was growing up so my lack of scholastic achievement was attributed to slowness, stupidity or downright laziness. An opinion and att...
Thoughts On Writing Erotica: POVs, Plots, Pacing, And Pudendas To begin this discussion, I would like to start with MY definition of Erotica vs. Pornography, and Erotica vs. mainstream fiction. Many people are confused over the lines between mainstream fiction that has erotic elements in it, and true erotica. Likewise, there is great confusion, and differen...
This is one of those stories where there really isn't a category to put it in. I thought about the humor category but unless you understand my dry sense of humor it wouldn't work so I had to settle on Non-erotic. Those of you who are close enough to me to really know me realize I have a weird thought process I have been known to come up with some really di...
I met him out in the lobby of the Constante Grande. He was tall, six-foot, average frame for a man, I guess, with rich tanned skin and smoldering brown eyes, an aquiline face like a hawk, and well-cut, short black hair with long bangs to loop in a curve past his eyes. He looked very European, as were his clothes, those consisting of a black turtleneck with a...
Anonymous in the USA, finding himself/herself awake, hoicked into a spittoon which was a half-finished jam jar and scratched mushrooms under both armpits. Who in the world should Anonymous lampooned or harpooned today? Slipping on two knuckledusters and then, awkwardly, spiked underpants, Anonymous staggered to the latrine and urinated the $100 bottle of F...
I walk into the vast library at around noon, prepared for a long day's hard study. As I walk past the front desk my eyes are drawn to a beautiful young lady who I've never seen before, sat busily stamping a huge pile of returned books. Long jet black hair, bright emerald green eyes, full pouting lips, slender neck and firm pert breasts hidden under a light f...
I teach at the exclusive Roxbury Academy, a private all-girls college in Massachusetts. Actually, "exclusive" may be a bit of an understatement for this place; the income level of the parents -- and the snobbery of the students -- is so profound that they actually look down on girls going to Harvard and Yale because they weren't good enough for Roxbury. I kn...
“Hello, I am Guy Goldstein and welcome to ‘You Bet Your Ass’, the game show the pits four sexy constants willing to risk sexual humiliation on television for the chance to win cash prizes. Today’s show is Jocks vs. Geeks, and we certainly have a ‘stacked’ show for you tonight, if you know what I mean.” Samantha takes a deep breath as the stage director gives...
It took about 2 months before Dani couldn't contain her curiosity any more, when she asked, "What the hell are you writing a book about? How far along are you?" I looked up from my formerly ratty couch, now replaced with a good one, but covered with a throw (so I could wash the cum stains out, as needed) and squeezed her right boob, tugging on the distended...
*Finding It* David is 18, at a friend's house. They and the friend's older sister have come back from skiing. After the sister has changed and left the house, they go through her room in search of her diary. When his friend is too engrossed in the diary to notice, David wanders off and discovers her underwear in the closet. He picks up the underwear and sme...