A member of a Twitter writers’ community asked how authors should present their social and political ideals in their work. I responded to only include them if they are relevant to the story; not to hit readers over the head with them. So I apologize in advance if you have a headache from reading this. If you’re a troll, I’m sure you’ll find a lot of material...
"Did you mean that?" Frank said looking into Jen's blue eyes. He gave her a tender kiss on the lips. "All that you said?" "No," Jen said simply. "I was dicking with you." Time seemed to stop. "What?" Frank finally said, his eyes wide. "You fuck with me Frank," Jen said. "You say, 'it's okay to still be friends with Mike.' I mean, really? Well, guess what?...
I remember how jealous my older sister always got when I was little and my mother would brush my straight, thick blond hair. "You should have been a girl, Robin," Sis would say, shaking her frizzy, dirty-blond locks. It bothered me because I was not a girl. I was a boy. Mom would sigh and tell me that most girls would kill to have hair like mine, not onl...
Cassandra ran through the darkening wood along a game trail; blood pounding in her ears, lungs burning in her chest. Tattered clothes clung to her sweaty body in the stifling heat. Heedless of the branches that tore at her clothing and flesh, she crashed through the undergrowth. Her pursuers were getting closer. Their curses and taunts were like the baying o...
During a school trip Ian had spent a week at Ms Heath's place near Hereford. He had only stayed there for four nights, but he had immensely enjoyed himself - he liked the small village, the cottage Ms Heath lived in, the environs, everything. Ms Heath, who was in her mid-fifties, was a few years his junior, but he thought she didn't look her age at all. When...
My first attempt at an erotic horror and a large warning now this story has a guy being attacked and sucked off by a female zombie. In the highly likely event that this doesn't arouse you then please don't wait in sending angry hate mail reminding me of what a sick monster I am. I am also aware that this fetish highly unusual and won't be erotic to most to w...
As it continued to snow on Sue and me in my hot tub, I started slowly pumping my big, stiff rod in and out of her warm, slick cunt. Before too much time passed, I heard Steve arrive back from the liquor store, and quietly shut his car door. "I'm going to get us a shot of whiskey, Sue. Besides, I need to cool my love muscle down some, so I can prolong our ple...
I walked into the bedroom, and you were just sitting there jacking off. I don't even know why I'm wasting my time with you since you're cock is so small, I mean it was ridiculously small, I've seen bigger on dogs. and I bet you can't even get it up for me, since you're not even a man at all. just this fat ass loser. god, and you tried to come over to me and...
It was the most fucking ugly skirt Regina had ever seen. The colors were loud and obnoxious, the material some sort of weird polyester mix that just felt... strange. Plus there was extraneous netting forming a layer on the outside. Of course she bought it. It was $5, and needed to be shown to other people to prove its ugliness. Regina brought the skirt h...
This is a reply to an earlier letter posted in this category called "A Last Thought". It is a short piece and this will make much more sense if you have already ready the other. Hey Hot-Stuff, I got your letter yesterday. Guess your privileges held up and they sent it straight away. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to do what you told me. Well, I am going to...