New Stories posted in the last 30 days

Can mailbox be a metaphor for sex? Illustrated.

A successful professional giving in to her desire to be egged.

The coven has been called for their latest victim. A rewritten portion of an erotic horror story I am working on. I will publish more with feedback. All Characters are over the age of 18. The story is written with a non-omnipotent narrator and from the insight of an extremely mysterious coven that will be built out in later additions.

She was raised to be pure, a faithful wife and mother who never explored before marriage—until the night her husband dropped her at a country bar and told her to wait for him. What follows is a public unraveling of guilt, desire, and surrender as JoJo is claimed on a pool table in front of strangers, her body and conscience pushed further than she ever imagined.

A Wizard for an unnamed god is sent places to fix things at the God's direction. On arrival on a new mission, Khurick finds he is on another planet! He has to figure out what his mission entails. He was plopped down in a semi arid spot, it's uncivilized and rugged. A three-part Sword and Sorcery saga. Part 1 begins based loosely on planet Chaos from the Damsels In Distress universe. Planet Chaos only provides the fundamental backdrop for story 1. It is a non-canon Damsel's story. 11 Chapters

Jim had the perfect life until his daughter Amber returned from college with an unknown agenda, Jim's life is turned upside down,and a once happy marriage is gone.

Rosie and Ben are trying to spice up their poor sex live, when three robbers show up and take the action to a whole new level.

Includes cover illustration: No more enticing tits. Sleaze-bag porn-photographer, Bill Bates is out of a job but is blackmail the answer to his financial woes? His body landing in the City morgue would imply no, it isn't. And Detective Jilly Anderson is left to answer the question... “why?”

Ten men, one villa and a wife who swears she’ll stay faithful

Mara, thirty-nine, has bought a birthday card every year for twenty-five years — for the son the adults took from her when she was fourteen — and never sent one. Her rule was simple: she would not decide for him. Then Caleb, twenty-five, found her through the adoption registry and asked for a whole weekend instead of a polite hour. A standalone story about wanting that waited twenty-five years — and what happened when it stopped waiting.