I've entered the Underworld, so you better not bother me today!Danny read the message from his girlfriend, Meg, several times, chuckling to himself at her quirky ways of telling him she was having a writing day. He knew it said not to bother her, yet he desperately wanted to share some good news with her. And Meg would forgive him...right?So now, he stands outside of her apartment, unlocking the door with his key, and sta...

“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 successfully written stories about straight sex but had set her heart on completing a lesbian tale. The frustration was evident. She was still learning her craft and despite...

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 knowing I Did not write her; Did not create her; Did not even imagine. She entered my tale Of her own will. She fills the pages Because she wishes it. She shared my stor...

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 distressing. Am I even ready? I have no clue. I dig through the papers on my desk looking for amendment fifteen of Part Three, Chapter Twelve, when the doorbell chimes. I groan,...

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 hack a chance - under the auspices of his attractive cleaner, his spelling, grammar, style and ambition improve with every meandering paragraph. * It was Saturday and I ha...

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 less popular as most passengers wanted to be near the door when their stop arrived. Since Lucas knew he’d be on the train for a while, he didn’t mind. He set his jacket and...

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 melt my heart, unknowing,Your metre, a soft breath on my neck - making goose bumps. You are an inspiration, your coppery tresses, pre-Raphaelite,Leaving an indelible mar...

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 mind for ideas. He hadn't posted a single lusty word to the Lush Stories site in weeks. There was no way he wanted to quit but he was drawing a blank on the next step of his...

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 gloryBut I’m failing myself If I can’t work on a story.Does a poem count?

‘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 voice squawked in my headset. I closed my tablet where I had been writing and looked ahead. I could see the small island with sandy beaches lined with majestic palms, there w...

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, if his idea of a tree is a spider plant, then I guess we'll go to my place. Luke opened the door to her building and as they went up the stairs, she got the first indicat...