A TRUE STORY ABOUT TRUE LUV^H^H^H LOVE.
Actually, the (fictional) story about two boys that try their hand at writing sex stories for a well-known story site.
Libertyville’s Fourth of July picnic is a blur of hot dogs, off-key anthems, and Betsy Reynolds stuffed into a colonial corset she didn’t ask for. But when Johnny “Rocket” Malone—resident firework god and denim-clad flirt—offers her a taste of his potato salad and a whole lot more, things get explosive fast. With sparks flying overhead and limbs tangled in the grass, Betsy discovers that the real fireworks start after dark.
Really a repost - I can only change the title by submitting it as a new story. Based on a prompt from another writer that amused me. Short and sweet. Post Apocalypse - but no zombies. A little humor and no sex. Don't want to give away the story line, so you will just have to read it for yourself. About 2 minutes! Needed to get the story to 750 words for another site, so I decided to share the new version on SOL as well.
In "The Raw Edge of Desire," Tessa, fresh off a breakup, ignites a steamy clash with cocky Julian in his shadowy loft. Their night explodes from barroom banter to raw, sweaty fucking—her teasing dance of passion driving him wild before she rides him hard. With sharp tongues and sharper nails, they battle for dominance, flipping between filthy taunts and primal thrusts. It’s a visceral, no-holds-barred romp—think dripping heat, pulsing tension, and a quirky twist that’ll leave you grinning.
When Captain Horatio Hornswoggle bellows “Release the Kraken,” his crew doesn’t expect a codpiece-clanking orgy aboard the Saucy Siren. Between lust-laced bread, a glitter cannon, and a real sea monster crashing the party, it’s one slippery, scandalous night of bawdy shenanigans. Will pleasure prevail—or will the Kraken steal the show? A riotous romp of pirates, poetry, and unrepentant debauchery on the high seas.