Tyler's stomach growled. He tried to ignore it, but it loudly reminded him that he hadn't eaten in three days. "Shut up!" he muttered under his breath, glancing furtively around the café. He swallowed as he pecked out the last few letters of a desperate plea. "I'll do anything!" his ad read. He posted it … Continue reading I’ll Do Anything, Chapter 1
Erotica
The Piggy Punishment
"Blake, we shouldn't be here. We'll be seen!" Arnold protested. "Shh," Blake said as he peered through the bushes at the festival preparations. "Blake!" Arnold urged. "We're not doing anything wrong by just looking," Blake hissed, "Now ssh, or somebody will see us!" "But I thought we were gonna—" Arnold began to protest again. Just … Continue reading The Piggy Punishment
Slave Auction
WARNING: This page contains explicit material not intended for viewing by minors. If you are not considered a legal adult in both the place you live and the place from which you are accessing this site, please leave immediately! You can come back when you're an adult. Not meaning to be a jerk about it, … Continue reading Slave Auction
The Buffet
Al's mouth started watering the moment he walked into the restaurant. Working all day and not taking time for breakfast or lunch had left him feeling ravenous, and this was his favorite buffet. He liked literally everything on the line, and with an appetite like today's, he joked to himself that he could probably eat … Continue reading The Buffet
Ode to Gay Horses (Erotic Poem)
You know, my site's been in existence for a few hours now, and there's still nothing erotic on it. I need to fix that. Admittedly, I've already got this posted on my FA site, but here it is again because I happen to be rather proud of this. I don't often write poetry (other than haikus; … Continue reading Ode to Gay Horses (Erotic Poem)
Suggestive Halloween-Themed Haikus
"It's alive!" he cried. He didn't mean his monster. E-stim is so great. Zombies yelling "brains": Their metonymy is off: That head has no brain. Gays are in closets; Skeletons are in closets. Gays must want a bone. Midnight sultry snack: Those ghouls just wanna have fun, Tasting hidden lips.
Microfiction
I've noticed in my writing that I have a tendency to drone on a bit. It's not that I'm repetitive or overly wordy, but I do tend to add a lot of details about things I have to say. So, I'm going to try something different: I'm going to try to write an erotic microfiction. … Continue reading Microfiction
Another Microfiction
The last one was kinda fun...and instant gratification is great, so... I've got a nice buzz going (yay, rum and Dr. Pepper)...let's see what we get. Lying there, strapped to the gurney and knowing what was happening, he looked at his boyfriend and cried. The laser started. His balls ached with lust. It was too … Continue reading Another Microfiction
Blackmailer Beware
It doesn't matter what the information was that she had on him. What does matter is that if she were to leak it, it would ruin him. Not the kind of ruin where people gasp in shock, take to social media for an hour, denounce his name, and that's the end of it. Not even the … Continue reading Blackmailer Beware
It’s Not Mayonnaise, Buttermilk, and Spices…
My name? What difference does that make? You liked your ranch dressing, didn't you? Well, that's all that matters. No sense getting all sentimental about how it's made or the names of the furs that produce it. They pay us well enough. It's exhausting work, and you wake up sore every day. Thank goodness for … Continue reading It’s Not Mayonnaise, Buttermilk, and Spices…
Scatterbrained Ramblings 