“Damn,” she shouted to herself as her middle finger hit the delete key on her MacBook. She had spent the whole night trying to write her first lesbian erotic story for publication on the RedSite, which she had joined to express her sexuality. Mary had suc...
A character in my story; Given to her own life; Her own thoughts; Her own dreams. The most beautiful; Most incredible Character in my story. I could never write her Better than she is. I could never understand her Better than I do. The true beauty lies In...
Deadlines. That will be the death of me, I think as my fingers fly over my laptop. Words pour from spiral notebooks, post-its, and envelopes, forming long prose of fantasy and adventure on the screen. And the deadline is next week…so close and so distress...
“Zoey! I said no gifts. Why do you never listen to me?” I try not to raise my voice too loudly, since we're in a restaurant. I don't need anyone seeing it's my birthday. I don't like to celebrate it as it is, let alone have all the wait staff come and sin...
She's asking herself Who is he? This writer of words That has captured her heart, And her trust. This writer of words, who has invaded Her every thought. She's asking herself, Who is he? This writer of words that has created a placefor her to safely expre...
A writer's journey is of infinite steps and starts with a single word. Typically - and usually deservedly - that word is 'Rejection'. However, we stumble onwards and, by degrees, approach our impossible destination. Please give this particular stumbling h...
Lucas Barrett boarded the train after a long day, and a long week of work. The area he normally sat in was full of other people wearing a range of business suits to fast-food uniforms. He climbed upstairs where he saw several empty seats. This area was le...
Whispering softly, your words embrace me, like a gentle siren,luring me towards your inner beauty, your foundry. I wander through your work, discovering your gifts,And with each line, I wonder, amazed how your writing lifts. Whether erotic or teasing, you...
Standing about 5 foot 10 inches, and a bit husky, Daniel was ruggedly handsome with or with out his glasses and he had a hell of a winning smile and brown hair. Daniel sat at his desk in a dark office illuminated by the light of a screen, wracking his min...
Damn blank page. This is supposed to be a story. About something romantic, Christ, even something gory.Or if not romantic Then about cock, about pussy. Please, God, I just need words! What the fuck rhymes with pussy?One page a day. I’m not asking for glor...
‘He held her, arms captive behind her back, her naked breasts pressed against his chest. Her nipples hard as stone, was that from the cool water or his hot body? It didn’t matter, he would take her here…’ “There is Cayo Lobos, just up ahead.” Brian’s voic...
Her puzzlement grew as they walked closer to her apartment. She'd expected that he might call a cab to go to his place after his words about sitting by a tree. Yet he continued walking down the sidewalk, turning onto her street, and saying nothing. Well,...
As Christmas approached, Emma found herself ever busier at the diner. One of the waitresses slipped and fractured her leg, and Millie couldn't find anyone to cover, so everyone worked extra hours. Luke was deep in his novel when he wasn't driving the carr...
Emma was too busy to reflect on her day with Luke, although she wanted to. Those kisses, she thought, bore particular reflecting. She smiled at herself. What's gotten into you? Even she knew the answer: Luke. The bulk of the shift flew by as Emma, Millie,...
The next day, Luke arrived early at the stable and began hitching up the horses. He'd done it so often that he was able to let his thoughts wander, and they wandered to Emma. What would she say, he wondered. What would he tell her about himself? He'd been...
