From across my desk, I survey Dave with an arched eyebrow, my pen poised above his manuscript. His earthy, rugged appearance translates well to the back flap of dust jackets and is certainly a large part of his brand appeal. That's not to devalue his top-notch thriller writing, but he's easily eleven on the eye candy scale; a far cry from the usual potato-faced ex-lawyers, ex-policemen, or ex-cons who grace my doorstep wa...

After hours of thrashing about in bed, I hear the front door open and close, signaling it's time for me to play possum. Edward tiptoes about the room, no doubt praying I don’t wake. Playing the oblivious wife, a character I’ve perfected, I remain still with my eyes closed and listen to the rustling of clothes before feeling the mattress depress. It isn’t long before his deep breathing — punctuated with a few satisfied sig...

The two guys who serve at Mcdonald's might share the girl who sweeps the floor. Across table three. They might call it "The burger". The staid, cautious client sitting across the table from me could go to car-key swingers' parties. With his mail order bride. Who, surprisingly, does love him. The pizza delivery guy is in for a blowjob next door. On my laptop, at least. The Chinese couple who run the goods store...she's cle...

I peel myself from the background, A soul unsure and shy; Is there a place within this world, Where I'll not fall, but fly? Decision made, I edge the cliff, Old life I'll leave behind; Eying the puissant eagle soar, I spread my wings in kind. Winds of passion keep me aloft, To spy my place to land; Seduced by Lush with sexy prose, Desire to write is fanned. My fingers quiver as I write, Words I've never spoken; The ones w...

“Say it.” “Say what?” Fluttering her long lashes as she took a sip of coffee, she failed in her attempt to look innocent. “Say what you are dying to say … what you dragged me out to this coffee shop to say.” “Oh, well, if you are going to force it out of me.” She winked, then vomited her concerns in one long spill. “You dress in things that resemble tents. You have become a hermit hiding in that tiny apartment. You are a...

My ink once freely flowed. Your cock burst the zipper to shower appreciation on my stories. Now, worldly stresses spank my fantasies, shooing them to my mind's darkest corners.  I scribble a dribble. Then, a drabble. Alas, the well runs dry.  Time passes.  I rest my pen against my parched lips. Then, push inside. My tongue flicks the tip. The plume swipes my nipple.  Sequestered fantasies return.  My pen dips in between m...

Casting aside the typewriter, I curse my writer’s block. Give up, write another story. Love scenes are too difficult. I lay back in flowers and close my eyes against the bright sunlight.  “I need a Muse.” A shadow blocks the rays. My eyes snap open. A beautiful woman stands over me stripping off her dress. I’m transfixed by her white breasts, rosy nipples, and soft curls between her legs. She straddles me. Without words a...

It's time to enter his first writing competition. The Airbook was open and the fingers poised. The trouble was that the story was about toys, and as a bloke he didn’t really have any experience with toys. Yes, he had watched some masturbation porn where girls used them on themselves and each other, but that was it. Small ideas ran through his head. Maybe a straight masturbation story, a straight first time story, some wit...