She gets the ride of her life. — “I’m going to take my time and toy with you.” His voice was a hot whisper against my neck, burning my already heated skin. I whimpered in answer. I felt so exposed. I was naked, my thick waist and large breasts free. …

Taking back my power. — The door slammed shut behind her and I sighed in relief. I could finally breathe without her stealing my air. It felt like everything about me had been weakened into a shadow of myself to accommodate her neurosis, her sadness, her fear. I’d become a shapeshifter, morphing into a servant…

Blisse becomes a sexy act at the Dark Circus. — Masks hung from the walls, and I picked one to match Daddy’s specifications. My dressing room had lounging furniture, a makeup desk that I’d already utilized, a mini-fridge stocked with water, and the mirrors where I stood, examining myself with a critical eye. Turning from side to side. …

It’s that time of year when writers all over the world dust off their typewriters and try to write an novel in 30 days or at least 50K of one. This challenge is called National Novel Writing Month or NaNoWriMo. Should you participate if you prefer to write spice? Short…

When Honey shares a taste of her honey — “I guess the haunted house, since everyone should be gone by now,” Honey said, looking over at Matthis. It was Halloween weekend, and he wanted to have a sexy time in town. “Lead me there.” The heat in his gaze seared her, making piquing her interest. She turned showing him…

His teeth sunk into her neck and she moaned. He wrapped her hair around his hand, pulling her head back. His breath was hot against her neck. “Louder slut. We’re alone now. I want to hear every little sound.” Her pussy dripped as his lips and teeth took a journey…

The sauce was extra. — “I’m so hungry,” Chasity pouted. She’d been waiting for Daddy to come home from work all day. She was starting to feel grumpy. “I brought home chicken nuggies,” he said, setting the fast food bag on the table. He shrugged off his coat and slipped off his shoes. “I love…

How far can they go? — Glancing around the car, I didn’t notice anyone watching us. We were wedged in a corner where if we were careful, we could release some of this tension. She told me she didn’t trust my smile, which made me grin wickedly at her. I leaned forward, my lips pressed against…

I was thinking about who knows about my Blisse Wynters pen name. At the beginning of last year I was struggling. It was the biggest bout of burnout I’d ever experienced. But writing is something I’ve done all of my life. So I thought… why not write erotica? I had…