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Lisa Shows Off in the Car

Lisa Shows Off in the Car

  “It’s pretty simple,” she said, her hand moving down to her thigh as she tugged on the hem of her shorts. “I just like to feel like a slut. It’s a cross between objectification and submission, I guess. It’s mostly about feeling wanted. Like really truly wanted...

In Defense of Erotica

Have you ever thought about writing something real? You know, something important? It’s not usually asked with real malice, but you can bet your sweet ass that I prickle all the same each time someone puts the question to me. I often nod and smile, saying I write all...

Why I Think Everyone Should Read Dirty Books

Good Morning! I hope you’re all having a good day so far. This morning I’ve been thinking about dirty books and why I’m so drawn to them. I always enjoyed reading smut, ever since I found a Penthouse in my dad’s sock drawer and discovered the Letters section. Once the...

A Sweet and Sloppy Threesome

A Sweet and Sloppy Threesome

We were in the middle of drinking through her sorrow when she kissed me. It had been a rough afternoon with a lot of tears as she told us about her breakup, and we poured whiskey into the wound like we had a prescription. We laughed in the quiet moments, and we tried...

31 Erotic Novels and Novellas for $20

Since my distributor is shutting down I need another plan for selling books. I don’t know what that is or will look like. But in the meantime, here are the 31 books I published via Pronoun. I’m selling all 31 of them today for $20.  It’s a big download with three file...

There’s Nothing

There’s Nothing

“Show me what’s under your dress,” I said, as she lay down on my bed with a shy smile. “There’s nothing,” she whispered, her knees touching even as she sat up on her elbows. Her cotton dress was pretty and old, and it sat on her thighs completely aware that it was in...

Pronoun is Shutting Down

Yesterday, my distributor Pronoun announced that they’re shutting down. Which means that the 31 books I’ve published through them (and have been distributed to Amazon, Google, Kobo, B&N, and Apple) will all vanish from the retailers at the end of the year. And...

Home From College

Home From College

(From the first chapter of Disgusting Beautiful Immoral) Jane sat on the bed smoking and staring at me with a grin I found joyfully familiar. I took another few drags off my cigarette before crushing it out on the ashtray, and I instantly moved closer to her on the...

Learning to Write Erotica (from my memoir in progress)

When I was twenty-two, I spent six months writing a novel by hand in a coffee shop in New Jersey. I had graduated college a year before, worked for a small Japanese start-up selling automated toilet seats that wash your ass, and I was not lost. I was taking a...

Write ‘Till You’re Hard: The Best Guide To Writing Erotica Ever

(The following is from the introduction to my handy little guide to writing smut.) Get out the lube and start writing People will tell you that writing is a grueling, miserable occupation, that should only be undertaken by the strong of heart and the bulletproof....

The Hammock

The Hammock

The hammock itself was slightly musty, and it smelled like the old house just as I remembered it: a combination of mildew, wood smoke, and spring rain. It was old wood, apple cider on the stove top, and the honeysuckle in the backyard. In the winter it was the smell...

No Words For Her Lips

No Words For Her Lips

Why am I thinking about fucking her now? Was it the one photo I saw with the swinging breasts, the curved hips and the smile that knew things I didn’t yet know? Maybe it’s simply that nostalgia feels safer than reality, and maybe it’s that she let in parts of myself...

A Horrible Threesome

A Horrible Threesome

“I want you to be mean,” she said. “Both of you.” I smiled at him as we leaned back, rethinking our approach in a simple exchange of glances. We spent six minutes and thirty-two seconds negotiating just what “mean” meant to her, and then we were done. We got up off...

Six Hotwife and Cuckold Books ( 500 pages) for $10

Cheating wives, hotwives, slutwives, or just ladies who like to have some extramarital fun, these books have all of it. From willing cuckolds to humiliated husbands and everything in between, if you like stories of wives having fun with other men, then you're...

A Rooftop Nooner

A Rooftop Nooner

  “Lunch sex?” read the text. Fuck.  Do I have time?  Of course, I have time. “Where?” “Roof of your building?” Shit, that’s a fantastic bad idea.  The roof is perfect, and there’s even some privacy, but I know everyone in this building by their first name. ...

Writing About Writing About Sex

Today I’m thinking about writing and sex along with exhaustion and mindfulness. Sexy right? One of the things all this writing about sex does (at least on a good day) is to help me get more comfortable with my vulnerable places. It helps me find my wounded and hurt...

Watching My Wife (an excerpt)

Watching My Wife (an excerpt)

“You know that was just a fantasy the other night, right?” she said as we climbed into bed. “Which do you mean?” I asked, trying to pretend I hadn’t thought about it all week. “You know. The whole watching me thing, it was just a fantasy. But I guess I kinda liked it....

A Young And Faithless Wife

A Young And Faithless Wife

“Fuck that’s good.”Clara and I looked up to see the bartender from the Tiki Bar, the one person she had been flirting with all day, settling into the hot steamy waters just across from us. He smiled as he slid into the tub and closed his eyes as he stretched his...

Jason Makes a Move (Excerpt from The Summer I Watched My Wife)

Jason Makes a Move (Excerpt from The Summer I Watched My Wife)

  “Close the door,” she said, as she stood looking at me with her glass of wine in one hand and the other on her hip. I shut it behind me and walked in quickly, stepping up in front of her so I could take her all in at once. “You look incredible,” I said, kissing...

Falling For Piper

Falling For Piper

  If it was possible to write a story of gluttony, lust, and sloth without a moralistic ending then it would be our story, because we fell into decadence without so much as a hint of guilt or a moment of regret. There were challenges as there always were, but...