Dirty Boys is Back

Well, at least it’s been given new life as an online publication (thanks to Medium). For four years we did quarterly readings of the most transgressive, filthiest, and downright sexy words we could find (or write). And now we’re finding a new way to pull...

My New Daddy

I have a habit of fucking the wrong men. To clarify, habit is probably not the right word. I should have said passion, compulsion, or addiction. That works better. I’m addicted to fucking the wrong men, and I’ve long since lost any regret or shame I might have once...

We’re Not Putting on Clothes

“If someone comes to look at the apartment, we’re not putting on clothes,” I said as we sat mostly naked in the window, our wine glasses still full. “They’ve seen naked people before,” she said, nodding in fierce agreement. We had just two weeks left, and our bodies...

Self Certifying Erotica Makes Me Nervous as Hell

In the last week or so, most of the major retailers and e-book distributors have begun to ask authors to self-identify certain themes in their erotic books. And if you don’t do it correctly, you might have your books removed and your account closed. You can probably...

Jane’s Little Sister

“Let’s make a promise,” she said later that afternoon, lying naked against me. I was playing with her hair and she was gently touching my limp cock with a sympathetic look. “I’m not going to marry you,” I said. “Fuck you, that’s not what I mean. It’s not that kind of...