Leaning against the barn, wearing my ragged jean skirt and old gifted boots, I waited. The scent of dirt, horses, and hay filled the air. Our ritual had been to meet here every Friday at the end of the workday for the hottest sex imaginable. Allen was a creature of habit but was he ten…
I think writers are always looking for something to help the creative muse. This story idea came from an overheard conversation, a writer’s dream if you will. I captured it quickly and the mantra stuck in my mind. Sounds sexy, right? The hallway chatter from the other women caught my attention. It was odd because…
“I have something I want to show you.” I opened the car door and plopped into the passenger seat of John’s truck. “That’s what all the men say.” I waggled my eyebrows. It had been a while since we had truck sex. John looked straight ahead and gripped the steering wheel. “No, seriously, Suz. I…
I missed last week’s post for Masturbation Monday due to sickness. My effort was there, but my body couldn’t get the story finished. This is what I crafted for Adrian Kenny’s picture. I sat on the lumpy mattress to check my messages. After two weeks of hotel rooms, I hit my overwhelmed and tired point….
Thanksgiving events with non-erotica writing friends always spark lively discussions. Sometimes, I think they create a plan for when we are together. One of my friends asked me to write a specific fantasy. I sat between her and her partner as she created otherworldly elements, for me to include. I hope I have done Ragnar…
“You want me to meet you where?” My gravelly voice echoed in my tired mind. “It’s too early.” “Winston. I have a surprise. Be at the grove in fifteen minutes.” The grove? Why did Stacie need us there this early? The workers wouldn’t be there yet. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my…
What creative sexual genius would Violet have for me today? Blindfolded and bound naked to our playing chair in our boudoir, its icy metal kept me at attention. How long had I waited? The thought of time heightened my senses, and my body needed a workout. The burning question was how Vi would work me…
Travel seems to tap into my creative streak. My trip to the oldest town in the United States, Saint Augustine again proves that true. An inn and a sexy man walking through inspired this tale. It happened while I sat at the dining room table of the historic bed-and-breakfast inn. Because the check-in area was…
During the Sisters In Smut Convention, three erotica authors walked into a bar and spotted a cowboy, an angel, and a devil. Caught up in the reverie, three stories were born. This one is mine. Chuck had finished his smoky set, deep and full, much like the cigar scent in the historic Palace Salon. He…
