The red underwear had been hanging on her washing line for three days now…Read more "Smut Marathon: The red underwear…"
‘Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much’ – Helen Keller This time last weekend, eight sex bloggers woke up in an AirBnB in Cheshire to begin what became the quickest 12 hours of my life – Smutathon 2018!! During those 12 hours, the eight of us published 48 posts, wrote […]Read more "SOSS: Smutathon 2018 Round-Up"
It is the story I’m most proud of from another smut-themed writing challenge that I’m taking part in – the Smut Marathon.Read more "Smutathon 2018: Smut Marathon…"
My first trip to New York and it rained the whole time.Read more "Smutathon 2018: Dollar oysters…"
Ryan had never worked at a time when doctors still wore white coats, but he’d fashioned himself a perfectly adequate uniform nonetheless.Read more "Smutathon 2018: Uniform response…"
She liked to dress up to masturbate. She always had.Read more "Smutathon 2018: The power of stockings…"
‘Oh doctor, I’m in trouble Well, goodness gracious me! For every time a certain man Is standing next to me Mmm? A flush comes to my face And my pulse begins to race’ – Goodness Gracious Me ‘Doctor, I’m having terrible palpitations! My heart is all a-flutter and it pounds in my chest like I […]Read more "EuphOff 2018: Doctor, doctor…"
‘A story was a form of telepathy. By means of inking symbols onto a page, she was able to send thoughts and feelings from her mind to her reader’s. It was a magical process, so commonplace that no one stopped to wonder at it.’ – Ian McEwan, Atonement The student library has an impossibly deep […]Read more "Libraries gave us power…"
‘I came here to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and I’m all outta bubblegum.’ – Rowdy Roddy Piper, They Live Round and round and round and round; her mouth was like a fucking cement mixer. Urgh, he couldn’t decide what annoyed him more – the cyclical churning of her mouth as she macerated that piece […]Read more "Smutathon: Bubblegum…"
‘The score never interested me, only the game.’ – Mae West ‘Why did you bring me here?’ ‘You wanted us to spend more time together, didn’t you?’ He was talking to her but wasn’t looking at her, his focus fixed on the screen over her shoulder. He didn’t even drag his eyes away when lifting […]Read more "Sports bar…"