Featuring free erotica ebooks from Smashwords authors and publishers. ADULT CONTENT: These books contain subject matter not suitable for children. If you're under 18, or erotica's not your thing, please enjoy these cute hamsters instead.

	STRIP (A Quickie)	by Stella Kingston Sep. 26, 2011	2860 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Stella Kingston writes erotica featuring bad boys and naughty girls. Her latest title is Vacation Whore, a short story depicting the first date between a multi-millionaire and a girl he met online. All titles are suitable for adults only.
	Killer Temptations (Vol 1- The Killer Temptations Series)	by Danity O'Shae Aug. 30, 2011	57710 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Danity O'Shae - Erotica Author
	Briefs (A Collection of Short Stories)	by Rushmore Judd Aug. 25, 2011	17691 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Rushmore Judd began writing erotic stories in the early 1990's. When the internet arrived, he finally found an outlet for his stories and what was a hobby became an avocation. Publishing on a few websites he developed a loyal following that encouraged him. His writing is straight forward in its descriptions without a heavy reliance on euphemisms. Frequently someone in the story is pushing a boundary, exploring new experiences or crossing a forbidden line. It is the struggle between conscience and lust that characterizes many of his stories. Others have accused him of being a woman who only pretends to be a man because of his intimate understanding of the way a woman reacts and thinks. He prefers to think of himself as a lesbian trapped in a man’s body. Some have suggested that his readings become required reading for young men and teens. His stories project a positive view of sex and seduction. In 2010 he started his own website (www.rushmorejudd.com) and in April of 2011 he published his first story on Smashwords.com. Rushmore has had a successful career as a business consultant and in that capacity he has traveled the world, living in Europe for a time. Currently he lives in the beautiful Berkshire region of New England with his wife. If you are dissatisfied with any story you purchased from me, please contact me at rushmore.judd at gmail.com. Comments and ratings are very much appreciated.
	My Sexy Roommate - College Daze: Volume One	by T.J. Holland Aug. 22, 2011	2961 words	Read a sample
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	Let Me Count The Ways	by Isadora Rose Aug. 10, 2011	5308 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Isadora Rose is a nom de plume for an author to unleash some of her darker tales upon the users of Smashwords. All reviews are gratefully read and much appreciated.
	Room 26	by Miranda Sommers Aug. 01, 2011	4205 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: I write erotic fiction that is generally tailored specifically for women. I believe that erotica is as valid a literary genre as any other, and I hope that once you've read my stories, you'll agree. I enjoy the simple things in life; a glass of Merlot on a cool autumn night, long walks on the beach, and of course, mind-blowing sex with the right partner.
	Spying on Linda	by Olivia July 19, 2011	5591 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Olivia is the author of several erotic novels. She began writing about ten years ago after freelancing on forums and blogs. The readers really enjoyed her stories and encouraged her to write on a professional level. Her erotic novels are sizzling and intense and will always leave the reader wanting more. She has written over 12 novels most of which are available at all major e stores in most digital formats They are Hardcore Loving; The Stud; Milk in his coffee; All Night Long; The Very Naughty schoolgirl; Her Big Reward; Telephone Loving; Scandalous; The Dungeon of Pleasure; Spying on Linda I & II A Holiday Affair Punishing Summer You can look out for more exciting novels in the near future 10% discount on most books until July 14th
	My Favorite Bitch : College FemDom Short Fiction	by Joe Brewster July 15, 2011	2975 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Ever since Moby Dick became The Great American Novel writers have dreamed of putting together their own version of epic greatness: I had the same ambition and my quest failed as badly as Ahab's quest for the great white whale. The Sex Monster gobbled it up. I prepared for my quest by devouring every book I could find on how to write novels. These books were written by successful novelists. Several of the authors revealed a curious fact: they had sharpened their writing skills churning out sex novels-- so-called porn--before they ever placed a manuscript with a 'legit' publisher. This struck me as odd but I paid it no mind. I took it merely as trivia. I plowed ahead with my plan to apply all my attention to my Great American Novel; any 'practice novels', porn or otherwise, seemed like a waste of resources and precious writer 'mojo'. I gathered all my notes and character outlines and got down to business. I put fresh lines on paper but I soon lost the thread and the story slipped away. So I took it apart and began sorting it out and tightening it up. But after my third or fourth re-write I had 100 stale pages that sagged under the weight of empty prose before the whole thing gave way and came apart at the seams. I needed to practice writing stories that had 'a beginning', 'a middle', and 'an end', to get a feel for how a story should develop. The way I went at it I was going nowhere not-so-fast. That's when my mind drifted to thoughts of smut: I decided to write my own 'porn' novel. When I first read about the authors 'honing their chops' writing porn I just thought it was odd. But it actually made sense. Sex had built-in conflict-- the basis for every good story-- and, where sex is concerned, who doesn't let their emotions overrule common sense? That is the basis for all irony (I loved irony) so I gave it a try. The great thing about that was I no longer felt any pressure to write perfect prose. It was strictly practice and so words flowed and great characters popped up out of nowhere. I had nothing to lose but my novel-writing virginity. I went for it. My novel experiment was set in a telemarketing office and like most first novels it was based on true events. So I wrote what I knew. According to the experts that is practically Novel Writing 101. I worked answering phones for an inbound telemarketing company. Afternoons were slow. Hours passed with no calls coming in. Reps were free to use the down-time as we pleased. Most reps sat and gossiped. I read books. To my way of thinking I got paid to read books. I learned things. I had my own on-the-job scholarship. That's actually where I read most of my how-to-write-a-novel books. One night my gossiping coworkers played a 'Name Game' where they took turns naming a person and the rest of them had to say if they found the nominee sex-worthy. I kept my nose in my book but I couldn't help overhearing. They started off with movie stars and celebrities and famous politicians and such. No one agreed on anything. One person's fantasy was another person's nightmare. Then talk turned to our absent coworkers and whether or not they were bedroom material. Again, no one agreed -- until Mildred's name came up. Mildred was our section leader. She sat at the head of the room and, in contrast to the rest of us, always seemed busy doing some work-related chore. She was taking a rare smoking break when the crew started talking about her. Mildred had the most perfect set of legs I have ever seen on a living person. They were dazzling. They were sexy. They were mind-boggling actually. I would look at them and try to figure out what it was that made them so perfect. I couldn't. A thousand other women must have had legs that were almost identical to hers-- but not quite. That slight difference made all the difference in the world. Mildred's legs blew my mind. There were times when I'd thank God for the simple pleasure of having Mildred's legs to look at on long boring nights. The first time I saw Mildred I walked up to her from behind; checking out her short skirt and her legs and heels in the process. Her auburn hair swung about her shoulders as she turned to face me. I'd have guessed her age to be anywhere from 18 to 29--- until she faced me. She was every bit of 60. I nearly gasped with surprise. Mildred's age startled me but it did nothing to dampen my admiration--and lust--for her legs. They were still absolutely flawless; smooth and shapely; without a trace of 'spider' veins that woman much younger than her are often prone to. She was a genetic marvel. I know I'm going on and on about her legs so I'll stop--but one last thing: her whole body looked hot; at least from what I could see of it with her clothes on. She stood 5' 6" barefoot. Weighed 105lbs. Measured about 34-24-34. Slim and well proportioned. So imagine my astonishment when her name was offered up for sexual review and the response was immediate, unanimous, and utterly negative. The gossip crew freaked-out at the thought of any sexual contact with Mildred. They wouldn't touch that lady if their life depended on it. Their attitude ticked me off! I slammed my book down and was all set to tear into them. I was just about to shout that they were all crazy--- out of their freaking minds--- and announce that I'd go down on that woman in a heartbeat if I had the chance--when Mildred walked in. Luckily, I saw her just before I let loose and held my tongue. There was an awkward silence but it passed. Mildred never heard anything. As far as my aborted outburst was concerned: the crew all thought I was angry because they were making so much noise while I was trying to read. No one had any idea I was about to defend Mildred's sex appeal. I had never told anyone how I felt about her. I had taken it for granted that everyone felt the same way I did about Mildred and her legs. After that I kept my feelings a secret. My first novel was an idealized fantasy of what might have happened if I told everybody how I felt and Mildred walked in and heard me. She could have wrapped me around her little finger and had me 'servicing' her in our spare time. That would give new meaning to the phrase 'Down-Time'. That temp assignment provided plenty of material for stories dealing with all manner of sex. That's why I say the Sex Monster devoured my Great White Whale. One sex story led to another while my Epic Novel simmered on the back burner and I never really got back to it. An audience existed for this type of 'Office FemDom' before I even knew what to call it. Readers are the ones that 'TAGGED' it for me. Hundreds of readers paid good money for it online right from the start but things really exploded with Amazon Kindle. If I had never read those particular How-To books that mentioned porn novels I would probably never have tried it. If I hadn't worked at that particular temp assignment I would probably not written any sort of FemDom. That particular office was female-dominated. Women were the bosses and overwhelming outnumbered men. And because the atmosphere was so relaxed sex topics were bandied about like we were at a bar or something. Usually from a woman's point of view reducing men to sex objects and holding them up for ridicule. That's why my stories came out with a FemDom theme. The way it played out I simply had to imagine things if normal sexual inhibitions disappeared and write out what would happen if the women were free to live their fantasies and men had to give them their way. The rest is history...
	My Dearest Isabella	by Antonio Angelo July 12, 2011	2587 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: More thought should go into this, than I'm giving it. But I am just a guy that loves women is that so wrong? I stumbled into the erotica genre, playing around with my friends online. My stories are personal even when they are wrapped in deep fantasy. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my stories and bio. I love to hear from my readers and will respond to any questions or suggestions for the books. I edit them myself and am not exactly known for my grammar skills so if you see something that should be corrected please let me know. antonioangelo21@yahoo.com
	The Condition	by Lord Koga July 04, 2011	4292 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Lord Koga is the pen name for a local Grand Rapids, Michigan Author, whom for the last 4 years has been writing in the specific genres of Erotic Fiction, Women’s Fiction, Lesbian Fiction, Romantic Fiction, Horror/sci-fi/fantasy erotica, as well as capture, S & M, BDSM fiction. The pen name “Lord Koga,” has been shortened over the years from its original name Lord Kogarasumaru. The origins of the name Kogarasumaru “Little Crow” is derive from a unique Japanese tachi sword rumored to have been created by legendary Japanese smith Amakuni during 8th century CE. The “little Crow” is considered to be unique as it is a bridge between the old double edge blades of Japan and the more modern version which eventually became known as Katana. Thus, the author that writes under this shortened pen name, desired to use it as a way to describe his writing style as a bit of old school mixed with new techniques. In some ways, considering the Genre in which he writes, it makes some since in the oddity of things, but as this is Veenstra Publishing, we love the oddity of authors, too out there for mainstream publishing to comprehend. Currently Lord Koga has over 68 titles out in e-book format and 4 titles in both print and ebook format. Lord Koga’s printed works include: Knights of Came-a-lot: The Fall of Acheron; Beyond their Control: Erotic Tales of Cheating Wives & the Man the Desired Them All; The Virgin Chronicles: A Beyond their Control Erotic Series; Dare to be Ravished: Beyond Her Control Erotic Series Currently Lord Koga has 15 titles listed on the best sellers list/top rated list in both action/adventure, Teen, and Lesbian subcategories on the All Romance E-book website.
	Small Packages	by Elise Logan June 30, 2011	785 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Elise Logan writes completely hot stories that cross genres and boundaries. Born in Texas, she currently lives in Virginia with her husband, daughter, and four cats. She has a massive aversion to the cold and a virulent dislike of non-competition compliant chili.
	A Woman's Lust 2: Changing Rooms	by CS Morgan June 27, 2011	5590 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: 'A Woman's Lust' is a series of erotic tales following the fictional British couple Rachel and John. These stories have ranked in the top 50 in both the Amazon and the iTunes Erotica categories. Eroticism is in the mind, and as you get to know Rachel, I hope I can get inside yours, arousing and exciting you. I hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as I did writing them! Love CS Morgan x
	Spanking Clarice	by Alice Dark June 26, 2011	4241 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Though my name is Alice Dark, most people know me as Dark Alice, Bent Alice. A lot of what I write in the BDSM world is from my own experience. I love Dominas and submissives, and I am working to be a Dominant Female in my own right! So, follow me to the other side of Wonderland as I explore the naughty things that I've done, as well as erotic world around us. I've chosen Evil Ink as my publisher. Be sure to check out the other fine works we publish.
	Summer Heat	by Sable Jordan June 14, 2011	33179 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Writer of multi-cultural erotica and seductive romances, and whatever else comes to mind. Tattooed vixen. Wicked humorist. Incurable humanist. Proud geek! Lover of pit bulls, fast cars, all music, and candy. Alter ego of adventure/thriller novelist Isadora Monday. That's the short version. I'm a tough tomboy type with a hidden romantic streak, and I have a penchant for finding the funny in things. When not writing, I can be found reading everything from Steve Berry to Zecharia Sitchin, Walter Mosley to Iris Johansen. Words are wonderful things. Other tidbits about me: I've got a degree in biology from UC Berkeley (Go Bears!), I'm a certified massage therapist, and a licensed bartender. I'm mother to two wonderful pit bulls, and I'm currently working on the design for my next tattoo.
	The Tantric Massage	by Rushmore Judd June 08, 2011	3634 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Rushmore Judd began writing erotic stories in the early 1990's. When the internet arrived, he finally found an outlet for his stories and what was a hobby became an avocation. Publishing on a few websites he developed a loyal following that encouraged him. His writing is straight forward in its descriptions without a heavy reliance on euphemisms. Frequently someone in the story is pushing a boundary, exploring new experiences or crossing a forbidden line. It is the struggle between conscience and lust that characterizes many of his stories. Others have accused him of being a woman who only pretends to be a man because of his intimate understanding of the way a woman reacts and thinks. He prefers to think of himself as a lesbian trapped in a man’s body. Some have suggested that his readings become required reading for young men and teens. His stories project a positive view of sex and seduction. In 2010 he started his own website (www.rushmorejudd.com) and in April of 2011 he published his first story on Smashwords.com. Rushmore has had a successful career as a business consultant and in that capacity he has traveled the world, living in Europe for a time. Currently he lives in the beautiful Berkshire region of New England with his wife. If you are dissatisfied with any story you purchased from me, please contact me at rushmore.judd at gmail.com. Comments and ratings are very much appreciated.
	A Night to Remember	by Olivia June 02, 2011	6078 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Olivia is the author of several erotic novels. She began writing about ten years ago after freelancing on forums and blogs. The readers really enjoyed her stories and encouraged her to write on a professional level. Her erotic novels are sizzling and intense and will always leave the reader wanting more. She has written over 12 novels most of which are available at all major e stores in most digital formats They are Hardcore Loving; The Stud; Milk in his coffee; All Night Long; The Very Naughty schoolgirl; Her Big Reward; Telephone Loving; Scandalous; The Dungeon of Pleasure; Spying on Linda I & II A Holiday Affair Punishing Summer You can look out for more exciting novels in the near future 10% discount on most books until July 14th
	A Woman's Lust 1: The Harbour	by CS Morgan May 29, 2011	2476 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: 'A Woman's Lust' is a series of erotic tales following the fictional British couple Rachel and John. These stories have ranked in the top 50 in both the Amazon and the iTunes Erotica categories. Eroticism is in the mind, and as you get to know Rachel, I hope I can get inside yours, arousing and exciting you. I hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as I did writing them! Love CS Morgan x
	Victoria's Secret Slut - An Office FemDom Story	by Joe Brewster April 07, 2011	1647 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Ever since Moby Dick became The Great American Novel writers have dreamed of putting together their own version of epic greatness: I had the same ambition and my quest failed as badly as Ahab's quest for the great white whale. The Sex Monster gobbled it up. I prepared for my quest by devouring every book I could find on how to write novels. These books were written by successful novelists. Several of the authors revealed a curious fact: they had sharpened their writing skills churning out sex novels-- so-called porn--before they ever placed a manuscript with a 'legit' publisher. This struck me as odd but I paid it no mind. I took it merely as trivia. I plowed ahead with my plan to apply all my attention to my Great American Novel; any 'practice novels', porn or otherwise, seemed like a waste of resources and precious writer 'mojo'. I gathered all my notes and character outlines and got down to business. I put fresh lines on paper but I soon lost the thread and the story slipped away. So I took it apart and began sorting it out and tightening it up. But after my third or fourth re-write I had 100 stale pages that sagged under the weight of empty prose before the whole thing gave way and came apart at the seams. I needed to practice writing stories that had 'a beginning', 'a middle', and 'an end', to get a feel for how a story should develop. The way I went at it I was going nowhere not-so-fast. That's when my mind drifted to thoughts of smut: I decided to write my own 'porn' novel. When I first read about the authors 'honing their chops' writing porn I just thought it was odd. But it actually made sense. Sex had built-in conflict-- the basis for every good story-- and, where sex is concerned, who doesn't let their emotions overrule common sense? That is the basis for all irony (I loved irony) so I gave it a try. The great thing about that was I no longer felt any pressure to write perfect prose. It was strictly practice and so words flowed and great characters popped up out of nowhere. I had nothing to lose but my novel-writing virginity. I went for it. My novel experiment was set in a telemarketing office and like most first novels it was based on true events. So I wrote what I knew. According to the experts that is practically Novel Writing 101. I worked answering phones for an inbound telemarketing company. Afternoons were slow. Hours passed with no calls coming in. Reps were free to use the down-time as we pleased. Most reps sat and gossiped. I read books. To my way of thinking I got paid to read books. I learned things. I had my own on-the-job scholarship. That's actually where I read most of my how-to-write-a-novel books. One night my gossiping coworkers played a 'Name Game' where they took turns naming a person and the rest of them had to say if they found the nominee sex-worthy. I kept my nose in my book but I couldn't help overhearing. They started off with movie stars and celebrities and famous politicians and such. No one agreed on anything. One person's fantasy was another person's nightmare. Then talk turned to our absent coworkers and whether or not they were bedroom material. Again, no one agreed -- until Mildred's name came up. Mildred was our section leader. She sat at the head of the room and, in contrast to the rest of us, always seemed busy doing some work-related chore. She was taking a rare smoking break when the crew started talking about her. Mildred had the most perfect set of legs I have ever seen on a living person. They were dazzling. They were sexy. They were mind-boggling actually. I would look at them and try to figure out what it was that made them so perfect. I couldn't. A thousand other women must have had legs that were almost identical to hers-- but not quite. That slight difference made all the difference in the world. Mildred's legs blew my mind. There were times when I'd thank God for the simple pleasure of having Mildred's legs to look at on long boring nights. The first time I saw Mildred I walked up to her from behind; checking out her short skirt and her legs and heels in the process. Her auburn hair swung about her shoulders as she turned to face me. I'd have guessed her age to be anywhere from 18 to 29--- until she faced me. She was every bit of 60. I nearly gasped with surprise. Mildred's age startled me but it did nothing to dampen my admiration--and lust--for her legs. They were still absolutely flawless; smooth and shapely; without a trace of 'spider' veins that woman much younger than her are often prone to. She was a genetic marvel. I know I'm going on and on about her legs so I'll stop--but one last thing: her whole body looked hot; at least from what I could see of it with her clothes on. She stood 5' 6" barefoot. Weighed 105lbs. Measured about 34-24-34. Slim and well proportioned. So imagine my astonishment when her name was offered up for sexual review and the response was immediate, unanimous, and utterly negative. The gossip crew freaked-out at the thought of any sexual contact with Mildred. They wouldn't touch that lady if their life depended on it. Their attitude ticked me off! I slammed my book down and was all set to tear into them. I was just about to shout that they were all crazy--- out of their freaking minds--- and announce that I'd go down on that woman in a heartbeat if I had the chance--when Mildred walked in. Luckily, I saw her just before I let loose and held my tongue. There was an awkward silence but it passed. Mildred never heard anything. As far as my aborted outburst was concerned: the crew all thought I was angry because they were making so much noise while I was trying to read. No one had any idea I was about to defend Mildred's sex appeal. I had never told anyone how I felt about her. I had taken it for granted that everyone felt the same way I did about Mildred and her legs. After that I kept my feelings a secret. My first novel was an idealized fantasy of what might have happened if I told everybody how I felt and Mildred walked in and heard me. She could have wrapped me around her little finger and had me 'servicing' her in our spare time. That would give new meaning to the phrase 'Down-Time'. That temp assignment provided plenty of material for stories dealing with all manner of sex. That's why I say the Sex Monster devoured my Great White Whale. One sex story led to another while my Epic Novel simmered on the back burner and I never really got back to it. An audience existed for this type of 'Office FemDom' before I even knew what to call it. Readers are the ones that 'TAGGED' it for me. Hundreds of readers paid good money for it online right from the start but things really exploded with Amazon Kindle. If I had never read those particular How-To books that mentioned porn novels I would probably never have tried it. If I hadn't worked at that particular temp assignment I would probably not written any sort of FemDom. That particular office was female-dominated. Women were the bosses and overwhelming outnumbered men. And because the atmosphere was so relaxed sex topics were bandied about like we were at a bar or something. Usually from a woman's point of view reducing men to sex objects and holding them up for ridicule. That's why my stories came out with a FemDom theme. The way it played out I simply had to imagine things if normal sexual inhibitions disappeared and write out what would happen if the women were free to live their fantasies and men had to give them their way. The rest is history...
	Her Massage	by Rushmore Judd April 01, 2011	2354 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Rushmore Judd began writing erotic stories in the early 1990's. When the internet arrived, he finally found an outlet for his stories and what was a hobby became an avocation. Publishing on a few websites he developed a loyal following that encouraged him. His writing is straight forward in its descriptions without a heavy reliance on euphemisms. Frequently someone in the story is pushing a boundary, exploring new experiences or crossing a forbidden line. It is the struggle between conscience and lust that characterizes many of his stories. Others have accused him of being a woman who only pretends to be a man because of his intimate understanding of the way a woman reacts and thinks. He prefers to think of himself as a lesbian trapped in a man’s body. Some have suggested that his readings become required reading for young men and teens. His stories project a positive view of sex and seduction. In 2010 he started his own website (www.rushmorejudd.com) and in April of 2011 he published his first story on Smashwords.com. Rushmore has had a successful career as a business consultant and in that capacity he has traveled the world, living in Europe for a time. Currently he lives in the beautiful Berkshire region of New England with his wife. If you are dissatisfied with any story you purchased from me, please contact me at rushmore.judd at gmail.com. Comments and ratings are very much appreciated.
	King Shit and the Fat Ass	by Joe Brewster March 20, 2011	2315 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Ever since Moby Dick became The Great American Novel writers have dreamed of putting together their own version of epic greatness: I had the same ambition and my quest failed as badly as Ahab's quest for the great white whale. The Sex Monster gobbled it up. I prepared for my quest by devouring every book I could find on how to write novels. These books were written by successful novelists. Several of the authors revealed a curious fact: they had sharpened their writing skills churning out sex novels-- so-called porn--before they ever placed a manuscript with a 'legit' publisher. This struck me as odd but I paid it no mind. I took it merely as trivia. I plowed ahead with my plan to apply all my attention to my Great American Novel; any 'practice novels', porn or otherwise, seemed like a waste of resources and precious writer 'mojo'. I gathered all my notes and character outlines and got down to business. I put fresh lines on paper but I soon lost the thread and the story slipped away. So I took it apart and began sorting it out and tightening it up. But after my third or fourth re-write I had 100 stale pages that sagged under the weight of empty prose before the whole thing gave way and came apart at the seams. I needed to practice writing stories that had 'a beginning', 'a middle', and 'an end', to get a feel for how a story should develop. The way I went at it I was going nowhere not-so-fast. That's when my mind drifted to thoughts of smut: I decided to write my own 'porn' novel. When I first read about the authors 'honing their chops' writing porn I just thought it was odd. But it actually made sense. Sex had built-in conflict-- the basis for every good story-- and, where sex is concerned, who doesn't let their emotions overrule common sense? That is the basis for all irony (I loved irony) so I gave it a try. The great thing about that was I no longer felt any pressure to write perfect prose. It was strictly practice and so words flowed and great characters popped up out of nowhere. I had nothing to lose but my novel-writing virginity. I went for it. My novel experiment was set in a telemarketing office and like most first novels it was based on true events. So I wrote what I knew. According to the experts that is practically Novel Writing 101. I worked answering phones for an inbound telemarketing company. Afternoons were slow. Hours passed with no calls coming in. Reps were free to use the down-time as we pleased. Most reps sat and gossiped. I read books. To my way of thinking I got paid to read books. I learned things. I had my own on-the-job scholarship. That's actually where I read most of my how-to-write-a-novel books. One night my gossiping coworkers played a 'Name Game' where they took turns naming a person and the rest of them had to say if they found the nominee sex-worthy. I kept my nose in my book but I couldn't help overhearing. They started off with movie stars and celebrities and famous politicians and such. No one agreed on anything. One person's fantasy was another person's nightmare. Then talk turned to our absent coworkers and whether or not they were bedroom material. Again, no one agreed -- until Mildred's name came up. Mildred was our section leader. She sat at the head of the room and, in contrast to the rest of us, always seemed busy doing some work-related chore. She was taking a rare smoking break when the crew started talking about her. Mildred had the most perfect set of legs I have ever seen on a living person. They were dazzling. They were sexy. They were mind-boggling actually. I would look at them and try to figure out what it was that made them so perfect. I couldn't. A thousand other women must have had legs that were almost identical to hers-- but not quite. That slight difference made all the difference in the world. Mildred's legs blew my mind. There were times when I'd thank God for the simple pleasure of having Mildred's legs to look at on long boring nights. The first time I saw Mildred I walked up to her from behind; checking out her short skirt and her legs and heels in the process. Her auburn hair swung about her shoulders as she turned to face me. I'd have guessed her age to be anywhere from 18 to 29--- until she faced me. She was every bit of 60. I nearly gasped with surprise. Mildred's age startled me but it did nothing to dampen my admiration--and lust--for her legs. They were still absolutely flawless; smooth and shapely; without a trace of 'spider' veins that woman much younger than her are often prone to. She was a genetic marvel. I know I'm going on and on about her legs so I'll stop--but one last thing: her whole body looked hot; at least from what I could see of it with her clothes on. She stood 5' 6" barefoot. Weighed 105lbs. Measured about 34-24-34. Slim and well proportioned. So imagine my astonishment when her name was offered up for sexual review and the response was immediate, unanimous, and utterly negative. The gossip crew freaked-out at the thought of any sexual contact with Mildred. They wouldn't touch that lady if their life depended on it. Their attitude ticked me off! I slammed my book down and was all set to tear into them. I was just about to shout that they were all crazy--- out of their freaking minds--- and announce that I'd go down on that woman in a heartbeat if I had the chance--when Mildred walked in. Luckily, I saw her just before I let loose and held my tongue. There was an awkward silence but it passed. Mildred never heard anything. As far as my aborted outburst was concerned: the crew all thought I was angry because they were making so much noise while I was trying to read. No one had any idea I was about to defend Mildred's sex appeal. I had never told anyone how I felt about her. I had taken it for granted that everyone felt the same way I did about Mildred and her legs. After that I kept my feelings a secret. My first novel was an idealized fantasy of what might have happened if I told everybody how I felt and Mildred walked in and heard me. She could have wrapped me around her little finger and had me 'servicing' her in our spare time. That would give new meaning to the phrase 'Down-Time'. That temp assignment provided plenty of material for stories dealing with all manner of sex. That's why I say the Sex Monster devoured my Great White Whale. One sex story led to another while my Epic Novel simmered on the back burner and I never really got back to it. An audience existed for this type of 'Office FemDom' before I even knew what to call it. Readers are the ones that 'TAGGED' it for me. Hundreds of readers paid good money for it online right from the start but things really exploded with Amazon Kindle. If I had never read those particular How-To books that mentioned porn novels I would probably never have tried it. If I hadn't worked at that particular temp assignment I would probably not written any sort of FemDom. That particular office was female-dominated. Women were the bosses and overwhelming outnumbered men. And because the atmosphere was so relaxed sex topics were bandied about like we were at a bar or something. Usually from a woman's point of view reducing men to sex objects and holding them up for ridicule. That's why my stories came out with a FemDom theme. The way it played out I simply had to imagine things if normal sexual inhibitions disappeared and write out what would happen if the women were free to live their fantasies and men had to give them their way. The rest is history...
	The Massage	by Suze Smith March 19, 2011	2010 words	Sample 30%
	Author bio: 30 year old woman. Confused about life but sure about smut.
	Ashley's New Attitude	by Samantha Whitney March 08, 2011	3504 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Samantha Whitney is the alter ego of erotica writer Shaina Richmond. http://www.shainarichmond.com
	Slow Hand	by Lacey Diamond March 03, 2011	2967 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Lacey's a grandmother.But that doesn't mean she's a dried up old prune.Her husband of thirty-five years can attest to that.Lacey believes reading a steamy love story or writing one can give most any relationship a pleasurable boost.
	Thirty Minutes Till	by Evangeline Love Jan. 27, 2011	3436 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: After attempting but failing miserably at college and snoozing through her ten hour work days Eve knew she needed to do something more exciting with her life. What started out as a hobby, quickly turned into several stories, some short, some long, some dead ends and some just no good at all. Evangeline is a sucker for a happy ending, a chocoholic and the rare person who loathes coffee. She loves being able to create worlds in which your everyday person can find true love and happiness... And maybe a little something to singe the sheets.
	Where Do We Go From Here?	by Jessica Morse Jan. 19, 2011	2543 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Jessica Morse has been writing since she was a child. Her first work was a one act play about the dangers of letting dogs off their leashes, written when she was seven. Since then she’s worked as a waitress, fundraiser, and freelance writer. Jessica wrote her first piece of erotic romance in 2008, and never looked back. Jessica has lived in Philadelphia, PA for her entire life, but travels as often as she can (her current tally is three continents and twelve countries). When she’s not writing or reading one of the eight hundred books in her home, she spends time with her husband and their fifteen pound cat.
	Steamy Shoppers	by Michael Constantine Jan. 09, 2011	2185 words	Read a sample
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	Perfect Plan	by Leslie Lee Sanders Dec. 15, 2010	5304 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: The author of several books of fiction and fiction with spice, Leslie Lee Sanders spends most of her time writing erotic romances mostly in the gay and ménage categories. She currently has two books available for the late teen audiences and several erotic romances published as e-books and in print.
	No Kissing, No Touching	by Asher MacDonald Dec. 06, 2010	3188 words	Read a sample
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	Carnal Entertainment	by Sonja Flowers Nov. 23, 2010	7477 words	Read a sample
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	Ellen's Big Day	by Joe Brewster Nov. 01, 2010	2976 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Ever since Moby Dick became The Great American Novel writers have dreamed of putting together their own version of epic greatness: I had the same ambition and my quest failed as badly as Ahab's quest for the great white whale. The Sex Monster gobbled it up. I prepared for my quest by devouring every book I could find on how to write novels. These books were written by successful novelists. Several of the authors revealed a curious fact: they had sharpened their writing skills churning out sex novels-- so-called porn--before they ever placed a manuscript with a 'legit' publisher. This struck me as odd but I paid it no mind. I took it merely as trivia. I plowed ahead with my plan to apply all my attention to my Great American Novel; any 'practice novels', porn or otherwise, seemed like a waste of resources and precious writer 'mojo'. I gathered all my notes and character outlines and got down to business. I put fresh lines on paper but I soon lost the thread and the story slipped away. So I took it apart and began sorting it out and tightening it up. But after my third or fourth re-write I had 100 stale pages that sagged under the weight of empty prose before the whole thing gave way and came apart at the seams. I needed to practice writing stories that had 'a beginning', 'a middle', and 'an end', to get a feel for how a story should develop. The way I went at it I was going nowhere not-so-fast. That's when my mind drifted to thoughts of smut: I decided to write my own 'porn' novel. When I first read about the authors 'honing their chops' writing porn I just thought it was odd. But it actually made sense. Sex had built-in conflict-- the basis for every good story-- and, where sex is concerned, who doesn't let their emotions overrule common sense? That is the basis for all irony (I loved irony) so I gave it a try. The great thing about that was I no longer felt any pressure to write perfect prose. It was strictly practice and so words flowed and great characters popped up out of nowhere. I had nothing to lose but my novel-writing virginity. I went for it. My novel experiment was set in a telemarketing office and like most first novels it was based on true events. So I wrote what I knew. According to the experts that is practically Novel Writing 101. I worked answering phones for an inbound telemarketing company. Afternoons were slow. Hours passed with no calls coming in. Reps were free to use the down-time as we pleased. Most reps sat and gossiped. I read books. To my way of thinking I got paid to read books. I learned things. I had my own on-the-job scholarship. That's actually where I read most of my how-to-write-a-novel books. One night my gossiping coworkers played a 'Name Game' where they took turns naming a person and the rest of them had to say if they found the nominee sex-worthy. I kept my nose in my book but I couldn't help overhearing. They started off with movie stars and celebrities and famous politicians and such. No one agreed on anything. One person's fantasy was another person's nightmare. Then talk turned to our absent coworkers and whether or not they were bedroom material. Again, no one agreed -- until Mildred's name came up. Mildred was our section leader. She sat at the head of the room and, in contrast to the rest of us, always seemed busy doing some work-related chore. She was taking a rare smoking break when the crew started talking about her. Mildred had the most perfect set of legs I have ever seen on a living person. They were dazzling. They were sexy. They were mind-boggling actually. I would look at them and try to figure out what it was that made them so perfect. I couldn't. A thousand other women must have had legs that were almost identical to hers-- but not quite. That slight difference made all the difference in the world. Mildred's legs blew my mind. There were times when I'd thank God for the simple pleasure of having Mildred's legs to look at on long boring nights. The first time I saw Mildred I walked up to her from behind; checking out her short skirt and her legs and heels in the process. Her auburn hair swung about her shoulders as she turned to face me. I'd have guessed her age to be anywhere from 18 to 29--- until she faced me. She was every bit of 60. I nearly gasped with surprise. Mildred's age startled me but it did nothing to dampen my admiration--and lust--for her legs. They were still absolutely flawless; smooth and shapely; without a trace of 'spider' veins that woman much younger than her are often prone to. She was a genetic marvel. I know I'm going on and on about her legs so I'll stop--but one last thing: her whole body looked hot; at least from what I could see of it with her clothes on. She stood 5' 6" barefoot. Weighed 105lbs. Measured about 34-24-34. Slim and well proportioned. So imagine my astonishment when her name was offered up for sexual review and the response was immediate, unanimous, and utterly negative. The gossip crew freaked-out at the thought of any sexual contact with Mildred. They wouldn't touch that lady if their life depended on it. Their attitude ticked me off! I slammed my book down and was all set to tear into them. I was just about to shout that they were all crazy--- out of their freaking minds--- and announce that I'd go down on that woman in a heartbeat if I had the chance--when Mildred walked in. Luckily, I saw her just before I let loose and held my tongue. There was an awkward silence but it passed. Mildred never heard anything. As far as my aborted outburst was concerned: the crew all thought I was angry because they were making so much noise while I was trying to read. No one had any idea I was about to defend Mildred's sex appeal. I had never told anyone how I felt about her. I had taken it for granted that everyone felt the same way I did about Mildred and her legs. After that I kept my feelings a secret. My first novel was an idealized fantasy of what might have happened if I told everybody how I felt and Mildred walked in and heard me. She could have wrapped me around her little finger and had me 'servicing' her in our spare time. That would give new meaning to the phrase 'Down-Time'. That temp assignment provided plenty of material for stories dealing with all manner of sex. That's why I say the Sex Monster devoured my Great White Whale. One sex story led to another while my Epic Novel simmered on the back burner and I never really got back to it. An audience existed for this type of 'Office FemDom' before I even knew what to call it. Readers are the ones that 'TAGGED' it for me. Hundreds of readers paid good money for it online right from the start but things really exploded with Amazon Kindle. If I had never read those particular How-To books that mentioned porn novels I would probably never have tried it. If I hadn't worked at that particular temp assignment I would probably not written any sort of FemDom. That particular office was female-dominated. Women were the bosses and overwhelming outnumbered men. And because the atmosphere was so relaxed sex topics were bandied about like we were at a bar or something. Usually from a woman's point of view reducing men to sex objects and holding them up for ridicule. That's why my stories came out with a FemDom theme. The way it played out I simply had to imagine things if normal sexual inhibitions disappeared and write out what would happen if the women were free to live their fantasies and men had to give them their way. The rest is history...
	Sensuality Singles: Seduction's Sun	by Laura D Lewis Oct. 29, 2010	5376 words	Read a sample
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	The Garbage Collector	by Alm Hlgh Oct. 26, 2010	31908 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: If you've found yourself bored with the conventional romance stories that are predicable and lacking in sensuality between men and women; then these eBooks have been specially written for you. Join a host of interesting and lovable characters in their quest for discovering and experiencing true love. You will believe in love again. Alm earned her Bachelor's Degree from University of IL where she excelled in her chosen major of Communications. She won several coveted prestigious scholarships and writing awards for her writings; most notably the highly coveted Bernard Shaw Scholarship and Prize for writing. She enjoys writing about unusual love relationships between men and women. She has been writing for over 20 years with several of her stories winning writing competitions and placement. She writes a prose column in a local Chicago area newspaper for many years. Her eBooks are all based on her screenplays.
	She: A Flash Fiction BDSM Tribute	by Joe Brewster Oct. 10, 2010	730 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Ever since Moby Dick became The Great American Novel writers have dreamed of putting together their own version of epic greatness: I had the same ambition and my quest failed as badly as Ahab's quest for the great white whale. The Sex Monster gobbled it up. I prepared for my quest by devouring every book I could find on how to write novels. These books were written by successful novelists. Several of the authors revealed a curious fact: they had sharpened their writing skills churning out sex novels-- so-called porn--before they ever placed a manuscript with a 'legit' publisher. This struck me as odd but I paid it no mind. I took it merely as trivia. I plowed ahead with my plan to apply all my attention to my Great American Novel; any 'practice novels', porn or otherwise, seemed like a waste of resources and precious writer 'mojo'. I gathered all my notes and character outlines and got down to business. I put fresh lines on paper but I soon lost the thread and the story slipped away. So I took it apart and began sorting it out and tightening it up. But after my third or fourth re-write I had 100 stale pages that sagged under the weight of empty prose before the whole thing gave way and came apart at the seams. I needed to practice writing stories that had 'a beginning', 'a middle', and 'an end', to get a feel for how a story should develop. The way I went at it I was going nowhere not-so-fast. That's when my mind drifted to thoughts of smut: I decided to write my own 'porn' novel. When I first read about the authors 'honing their chops' writing porn I just thought it was odd. But it actually made sense. Sex had built-in conflict-- the basis for every good story-- and, where sex is concerned, who doesn't let their emotions overrule common sense? That is the basis for all irony (I loved irony) so I gave it a try. The great thing about that was I no longer felt any pressure to write perfect prose. It was strictly practice and so words flowed and great characters popped up out of nowhere. I had nothing to lose but my novel-writing virginity. I went for it. My novel experiment was set in a telemarketing office and like most first novels it was based on true events. So I wrote what I knew. According to the experts that is practically Novel Writing 101. I worked answering phones for an inbound telemarketing company. Afternoons were slow. Hours passed with no calls coming in. Reps were free to use the down-time as we pleased. Most reps sat and gossiped. I read books. To my way of thinking I got paid to read books. I learned things. I had my own on-the-job scholarship. That's actually where I read most of my how-to-write-a-novel books. One night my gossiping coworkers played a 'Name Game' where they took turns naming a person and the rest of them had to say if they found the nominee sex-worthy. I kept my nose in my book but I couldn't help overhearing. They started off with movie stars and celebrities and famous politicians and such. No one agreed on anything. One person's fantasy was another person's nightmare. Then talk turned to our absent coworkers and whether or not they were bedroom material. Again, no one agreed -- until Mildred's name came up. Mildred was our section leader. She sat at the head of the room and, in contrast to the rest of us, always seemed busy doing some work-related chore. She was taking a rare smoking break when the crew started talking about her. Mildred had the most perfect set of legs I have ever seen on a living person. They were dazzling. They were sexy. They were mind-boggling actually. I would look at them and try to figure out what it was that made them so perfect. I couldn't. A thousand other women must have had legs that were almost identical to hers-- but not quite. That slight difference made all the difference in the world. Mildred's legs blew my mind. There were times when I'd thank God for the simple pleasure of having Mildred's legs to look at on long boring nights. The first time I saw Mildred I walked up to her from behind; checking out her short skirt and her legs and heels in the process. Her auburn hair swung about her shoulders as she turned to face me. I'd have guessed her age to be anywhere from 18 to 29--- until she faced me. She was every bit of 60. I nearly gasped with surprise. Mildred's age startled me but it did nothing to dampen my admiration--and lust--for her legs. They were still absolutely flawless; smooth and shapely; without a trace of 'spider' veins that woman much younger than her are often prone to. She was a genetic marvel. I know I'm going on and on about her legs so I'll stop--but one last thing: her whole body looked hot; at least from what I could see of it with her clothes on. She stood 5' 6" barefoot. Weighed 105lbs. Measured about 34-24-34. Slim and well proportioned. So imagine my astonishment when her name was offered up for sexual review and the response was immediate, unanimous, and utterly negative. The gossip crew freaked-out at the thought of any sexual contact with Mildred. They wouldn't touch that lady if their life depended on it. Their attitude ticked me off! I slammed my book down and was all set to tear into them. I was just about to shout that they were all crazy--- out of their freaking minds--- and announce that I'd go down on that woman in a heartbeat if I had the chance--when Mildred walked in. Luckily, I saw her just before I let loose and held my tongue. There was an awkward silence but it passed. Mildred never heard anything. As far as my aborted outburst was concerned: the crew all thought I was angry because they were making so much noise while I was trying to read. No one had any idea I was about to defend Mildred's sex appeal. I had never told anyone how I felt about her. I had taken it for granted that everyone felt the same way I did about Mildred and her legs. After that I kept my feelings a secret. My first novel was an idealized fantasy of what might have happened if I told everybody how I felt and Mildred walked in and heard me. She could have wrapped me around her little finger and had me 'servicing' her in our spare time. That would give new meaning to the phrase 'Down-Time'. That temp assignment provided plenty of material for stories dealing with all manner of sex. That's why I say the Sex Monster devoured my Great White Whale. One sex story led to another while my Epic Novel simmered on the back burner and I never really got back to it. An audience existed for this type of 'Office FemDom' before I even knew what to call it. Readers are the ones that 'TAGGED' it for me. Hundreds of readers paid good money for it online right from the start but things really exploded with Amazon Kindle. If I had never read those particular How-To books that mentioned porn novels I would probably never have tried it. If I hadn't worked at that particular temp assignment I would probably not written any sort of FemDom. That particular office was female-dominated. Women were the bosses and overwhelming outnumbered men. And because the atmosphere was so relaxed sex topics were bandied about like we were at a bar or something. Usually from a woman's point of view reducing men to sex objects and holding them up for ridicule. That's why my stories came out with a FemDom theme. The way it played out I simply had to imagine things if normal sexual inhibitions disappeared and write out what would happen if the women were free to live their fantasies and men had to give them their way. The rest is history...
	Catering	by Jessica Freely April 20, 2010	2475 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: I've been writing and publishing genre fiction under a variety of names for over fifteen years, but it wasn’t until I stumbled upon a stash of Jay and Silent Bob fanfiction that I found my true calling: male/male romance. I haven’t looked back since.
	Gun Moll A Short Sex Adventure Erotica!	by Joe Brewster March 28, 2010	4789 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Ever since Moby Dick became The Great American Novel writers have dreamed of putting together their own version of epic greatness: I had the same ambition and my quest failed as badly as Ahab's quest for the great white whale. The Sex Monster gobbled it up. I prepared for my quest by devouring every book I could find on how to write novels. These books were written by successful novelists. Several of the authors revealed a curious fact: they had sharpened their writing skills churning out sex novels-- so-called porn--before they ever placed a manuscript with a 'legit' publisher. This struck me as odd but I paid it no mind. I took it merely as trivia. I plowed ahead with my plan to apply all my attention to my Great American Novel; any 'practice novels', porn or otherwise, seemed like a waste of resources and precious writer 'mojo'. I gathered all my notes and character outlines and got down to business. I put fresh lines on paper but I soon lost the thread and the story slipped away. So I took it apart and began sorting it out and tightening it up. But after my third or fourth re-write I had 100 stale pages that sagged under the weight of empty prose before the whole thing gave way and came apart at the seams. I needed to practice writing stories that had 'a beginning', 'a middle', and 'an end', to get a feel for how a story should develop. The way I went at it I was going nowhere not-so-fast. That's when my mind drifted to thoughts of smut: I decided to write my own 'porn' novel. When I first read about the authors 'honing their chops' writing porn I just thought it was odd. But it actually made sense. Sex had built-in conflict-- the basis for every good story-- and, where sex is concerned, who doesn't let their emotions overrule common sense? That is the basis for all irony (I loved irony) so I gave it a try. The great thing about that was I no longer felt any pressure to write perfect prose. It was strictly practice and so words flowed and great characters popped up out of nowhere. I had nothing to lose but my novel-writing virginity. I went for it. My novel experiment was set in a telemarketing office and like most first novels it was based on true events. So I wrote what I knew. According to the experts that is practically Novel Writing 101. I worked answering phones for an inbound telemarketing company. Afternoons were slow. Hours passed with no calls coming in. Reps were free to use the down-time as we pleased. Most reps sat and gossiped. I read books. To my way of thinking I got paid to read books. I learned things. I had my own on-the-job scholarship. That's actually where I read most of my how-to-write-a-novel books. One night my gossiping coworkers played a 'Name Game' where they took turns naming a person and the rest of them had to say if they found the nominee sex-worthy. I kept my nose in my book but I couldn't help overhearing. They started off with movie stars and celebrities and famous politicians and such. No one agreed on anything. One person's fantasy was another person's nightmare. Then talk turned to our absent coworkers and whether or not they were bedroom material. Again, no one agreed -- until Mildred's name came up. Mildred was our section leader. She sat at the head of the room and, in contrast to the rest of us, always seemed busy doing some work-related chore. She was taking a rare smoking break when the crew started talking about her. Mildred had the most perfect set of legs I have ever seen on a living person. They were dazzling. They were sexy. They were mind-boggling actually. I would look at them and try to figure out what it was that made them so perfect. I couldn't. A thousand other women must have had legs that were almost identical to hers-- but not quite. That slight difference made all the difference in the world. Mildred's legs blew my mind. There were times when I'd thank God for the simple pleasure of having Mildred's legs to look at on long boring nights. The first time I saw Mildred I walked up to her from behind; checking out her short skirt and her legs and heels in the process. Her auburn hair swung about her shoulders as she turned to face me. I'd have guessed her age to be anywhere from 18 to 29--- until she faced me. She was every bit of 60. I nearly gasped with surprise. Mildred's age startled me but it did nothing to dampen my admiration--and lust--for her legs. They were still absolutely flawless; smooth and shapely; without a trace of 'spider' veins that woman much younger than her are often prone to. She was a genetic marvel. I know I'm going on and on about her legs so I'll stop--but one last thing: her whole body looked hot; at least from what I could see of it with her clothes on. She stood 5' 6" barefoot. Weighed 105lbs. Measured about 34-24-34. Slim and well proportioned. So imagine my astonishment when her name was offered up for sexual review and the response was immediate, unanimous, and utterly negative. The gossip crew freaked-out at the thought of any sexual contact with Mildred. They wouldn't touch that lady if their life depended on it. Their attitude ticked me off! I slammed my book down and was all set to tear into them. I was just about to shout that they were all crazy--- out of their freaking minds--- and announce that I'd go down on that woman in a heartbeat if I had the chance--when Mildred walked in. Luckily, I saw her just before I let loose and held my tongue. There was an awkward silence but it passed. Mildred never heard anything. As far as my aborted outburst was concerned: the crew all thought I was angry because they were making so much noise while I was trying to read. No one had any idea I was about to defend Mildred's sex appeal. I had never told anyone how I felt about her. I had taken it for granted that everyone felt the same way I did about Mildred and her legs. After that I kept my feelings a secret. My first novel was an idealized fantasy of what might have happened if I told everybody how I felt and Mildred walked in and heard me. She could have wrapped me around her little finger and had me 'servicing' her in our spare time. That would give new meaning to the phrase 'Down-Time'. That temp assignment provided plenty of material for stories dealing with all manner of sex. That's why I say the Sex Monster devoured my Great White Whale. One sex story led to another while my Epic Novel simmered on the back burner and I never really got back to it. An audience existed for this type of 'Office FemDom' before I even knew what to call it. Readers are the ones that 'TAGGED' it for me. Hundreds of readers paid good money for it online right from the start but things really exploded with Amazon Kindle. If I had never read those particular How-To books that mentioned porn novels I would probably never have tried it. If I hadn't worked at that particular temp assignment I would probably not written any sort of FemDom. That particular office was female-dominated. Women were the bosses and overwhelming outnumbered men. And because the atmosphere was so relaxed sex topics were bandied about like we were at a bar or something. Usually from a woman's point of view reducing men to sex objects and holding them up for ridicule. That's why my stories came out with a FemDom theme. The way it played out I simply had to imagine things if normal sexual inhibitions disappeared and write out what would happen if the women were free to live their fantasies and men had to give them their way. The rest is history...
	Mina Goes American: Office Femdom Short Sex Fiction Erotica	by Joe Brewster Oct. 24, 2009	3012 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Ever since Moby Dick became The Great American Novel writers have dreamed of putting together their own version of epic greatness: I had the same ambition and my quest failed as badly as Ahab's quest for the great white whale. The Sex Monster gobbled it up. I prepared for my quest by devouring every book I could find on how to write novels. These books were written by successful novelists. Several of the authors revealed a curious fact: they had sharpened their writing skills churning out sex novels-- so-called porn--before they ever placed a manuscript with a 'legit' publisher. This struck me as odd but I paid it no mind. I took it merely as trivia. I plowed ahead with my plan to apply all my attention to my Great American Novel; any 'practice novels', porn or otherwise, seemed like a waste of resources and precious writer 'mojo'. I gathered all my notes and character outlines and got down to business. I put fresh lines on paper but I soon lost the thread and the story slipped away. So I took it apart and began sorting it out and tightening it up. But after my third or fourth re-write I had 100 stale pages that sagged under the weight of empty prose before the whole thing gave way and came apart at the seams. I needed to practice writing stories that had 'a beginning', 'a middle', and 'an end', to get a feel for how a story should develop. The way I went at it I was going nowhere not-so-fast. That's when my mind drifted to thoughts of smut: I decided to write my own 'porn' novel. When I first read about the authors 'honing their chops' writing porn I just thought it was odd. But it actually made sense. Sex had built-in conflict-- the basis for every good story-- and, where sex is concerned, who doesn't let their emotions overrule common sense? That is the basis for all irony (I loved irony) so I gave it a try. The great thing about that was I no longer felt any pressure to write perfect prose. It was strictly practice and so words flowed and great characters popped up out of nowhere. I had nothing to lose but my novel-writing virginity. I went for it. My novel experiment was set in a telemarketing office and like most first novels it was based on true events. So I wrote what I knew. According to the experts that is practically Novel Writing 101. I worked answering phones for an inbound telemarketing company. Afternoons were slow. Hours passed with no calls coming in. Reps were free to use the down-time as we pleased. Most reps sat and gossiped. I read books. To my way of thinking I got paid to read books. I learned things. I had my own on-the-job scholarship. That's actually where I read most of my how-to-write-a-novel books. One night my gossiping coworkers played a 'Name Game' where they took turns naming a person and the rest of them had to say if they found the nominee sex-worthy. I kept my nose in my book but I couldn't help overhearing. They started off with movie stars and celebrities and famous politicians and such. No one agreed on anything. One person's fantasy was another person's nightmare. Then talk turned to our absent coworkers and whether or not they were bedroom material. Again, no one agreed -- until Mildred's name came up. Mildred was our section leader. She sat at the head of the room and, in contrast to the rest of us, always seemed busy doing some work-related chore. She was taking a rare smoking break when the crew started talking about her. Mildred had the most perfect set of legs I have ever seen on a living person. They were dazzling. They were sexy. They were mind-boggling actually. I would look at them and try to figure out what it was that made them so perfect. I couldn't. A thousand other women must have had legs that were almost identical to hers-- but not quite. That slight difference made all the difference in the world. Mildred's legs blew my mind. There were times when I'd thank God for the simple pleasure of having Mildred's legs to look at on long boring nights. The first time I saw Mildred I walked up to her from behind; checking out her short skirt and her legs and heels in the process. Her auburn hair swung about her shoulders as she turned to face me. I'd have guessed her age to be anywhere from 18 to 29--- until she faced me. She was every bit of 60. I nearly gasped with surprise. Mildred's age startled me but it did nothing to dampen my admiration--and lust--for her legs. They were still absolutely flawless; smooth and shapely; without a trace of 'spider' veins that woman much younger than her are often prone to. She was a genetic marvel. I know I'm going on and on about her legs so I'll stop--but one last thing: her whole body looked hot; at least from what I could see of it with her clothes on. She stood 5' 6" barefoot. Weighed 105lbs. Measured about 34-24-34. Slim and well proportioned. So imagine my astonishment when her name was offered up for sexual review and the response was immediate, unanimous, and utterly negative. The gossip crew freaked-out at the thought of any sexual contact with Mildred. They wouldn't touch that lady if their life depended on it. Their attitude ticked me off! I slammed my book down and was all set to tear into them. I was just about to shout that they were all crazy--- out of their freaking minds--- and announce that I'd go down on that woman in a heartbeat if I had the chance--when Mildred walked in. Luckily, I saw her just before I let loose and held my tongue. There was an awkward silence but it passed. Mildred never heard anything. As far as my aborted outburst was concerned: the crew all thought I was angry because they were making so much noise while I was trying to read. No one had any idea I was about to defend Mildred's sex appeal. I had never told anyone how I felt about her. I had taken it for granted that everyone felt the same way I did about Mildred and her legs. After that I kept my feelings a secret. My first novel was an idealized fantasy of what might have happened if I told everybody how I felt and Mildred walked in and heard me. She could have wrapped me around her little finger and had me 'servicing' her in our spare time. That would give new meaning to the phrase 'Down-Time'. That temp assignment provided plenty of material for stories dealing with all manner of sex. That's why I say the Sex Monster devoured my Great White Whale. One sex story led to another while my Epic Novel simmered on the back burner and I never really got back to it. An audience existed for this type of 'Office FemDom' before I even knew what to call it. Readers are the ones that 'TAGGED' it for me. Hundreds of readers paid good money for it online right from the start but things really exploded with Amazon Kindle. If I had never read those particular How-To books that mentioned porn novels I would probably never have tried it. If I hadn't worked at that particular temp assignment I would probably not written any sort of FemDom. That particular office was female-dominated. Women were the bosses and overwhelming outnumbered men. And because the atmosphere was so relaxed sex topics were bandied about like we were at a bar or something. Usually from a woman's point of view reducing men to sex objects and holding them up for ridicule. That's why my stories came out with a FemDom theme. The way it played out I simply had to imagine things if normal sexual inhibitions disappeared and write out what would happen if the women were free to live their fantasies and men had to give them their way. The rest is history...
	Hallowing Eve	by Alessia Brio Oct. 09, 2009	3071 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Take one part Appalachian redneck, one part aging wet dream, and one part filthy-minded wordsmith. Mix well and serve with chocolate-covered cherries. There you have the one and only Alessia Brio. Alessia writes all colors and flavors of erotica, from heterosexual to menage to same sex, and from twisted to humorous to deeply touching. (Sometimes, usually by accident, it even qualifies as romance.) Her work has earned her critical acclaim in the form of a few EPIC eBook Awards for Best Erotica, a couple Next Generation Indie Book Awards, and a Romantic Times Top Pick in addition to a plethora of glowing online reviews. Not all of Alessia's publications are allowed here on Smashwords due to censorship. Readers interested in the full catalog are encouraged to visit her label's website at www.PurpleProsaic.com
	The Seduction of Gabriel Stewart	by Eva Gale Jan. 28, 2009	8508 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Eva Gale loves white cupcakes with bitter chocolate frosting, lots of dark roast coffee and six-foot piles of books. She would prefer them all at once, but she takes what she can get. She lives in the farmlands of NJ, with her husband and seven children whom they homeschool. They have one doofus Doberman, a Yellow Naped Amazon named Gizmo, two cats and two Blackberry Hamsters named Mac and PC but are looking to add chickens, guinea hens, bees and Lancashire Heelers to their collection. When she’s not guiding school, she’s writing, weeding the garden or doing endless loads of dishes and laundry.
	101 Degrees Fahrenheit	by Eva Gale Jan. 27, 2009	5945 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Eva Gale loves white cupcakes with bitter chocolate frosting, lots of dark roast coffee and six-foot piles of books. She would prefer them all at once, but she takes what she can get. She lives in the farmlands of NJ, with her husband and seven children whom they homeschool. They have one doofus Doberman, a Yellow Naped Amazon named Gizmo, two cats and two Blackberry Hamsters named Mac and PC but are looking to add chickens, guinea hens, bees and Lancashire Heelers to their collection. When she’s not guiding school, she’s writing, weeding the garden or doing endless loads of dishes and laundry.
	Hysteria	by Eva Gale Jan. 27, 2009	9098 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Eva Gale loves white cupcakes with bitter chocolate frosting, lots of dark roast coffee and six-foot piles of books. She would prefer them all at once, but she takes what she can get. She lives in the farmlands of NJ, with her husband and seven children whom they homeschool. They have one doofus Doberman, a Yellow Naped Amazon named Gizmo, two cats and two Blackberry Hamsters named Mac and PC but are looking to add chickens, guinea hens, bees and Lancashire Heelers to their collection. When she’s not guiding school, she’s writing, weeding the garden or doing endless loads of dishes and laundry.
	Heart Spell	by Cora Zane Dec. 12, 2008	6090 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Hi everyone! I'm an erotica and erotic paranormal romance author with Cobblestone Press and Ellora's Cave. I hope you'll check out my free reads here on Smashwords!