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.

	A Night On The Town	by Jason Jaxx Feb. 04, 2012	13916 words	Read a sample
	Jason and Nicky are hitting the town. Join them on an erotic journey that leads them to a debauched party where no desire goes unexplored.
	Author bio: Just starting out on my journey as a writer. Focusing on Erotica at present. Hope you enjoy it. Please follow me on Twitter if you like what you read here.....
	Hope and Dreams 1- My Deliverer	by John Smith Feb. 02, 2012	9748 words	Read a sample
	Hope Thompson runs from an abusive boyfriend into a world that does not want her. Without famuly or friends to fall back on she turns to a kind stranger for help. She discovers what it is like to treated with respect and kindness, something she has never known, and it opens a whole new world to her.
	Author bio: Writing is therapy for me, helping me to clear my mind of these thoughts that overpower me. I do not write for money but for enjoyment. I am not trained nor do I intend to become trained but I have has some positive reviews so I thought I would give this a try.- If you would like to send me a message email me at katt696969@yahoo.com
	Call to Duty- Raven	by John Smith Feb. 02, 2012	6268 words	Read a sample
	A strange call out of the blue brings an old buddies daughter to John's doorstep. A promise to help brings into john's life someone he never thought he would meet and into a life he never dreamed he would have.
	Author bio: Writing is therapy for me, helping me to clear my mind of these thoughts that overpower me. I do not write for money but for enjoyment. I am not trained nor do I intend to become trained but I have has some positive reviews so I thought I would give this a try.- If you would like to send me a message email me at katt696969@yahoo.com
	New Neighbors- Substitute Dad	by John Smith Feb. 02, 2012	8584 words	Read a sample
	A new family moves into the empty house next door. A mom and her college aged daughter quietly settle into the house. The young Erica and older neighbor John share their thoughts from their journals as they get to know each other.
	Author bio: Writing is therapy for me, helping me to clear my mind of these thoughts that overpower me. I do not write for money but for enjoyment. I am not trained nor do I intend to become trained but I have has some positive reviews so I thought I would give this a try.- If you would like to send me a message email me at katt696969@yahoo.com
	Imposter	by Jean-Luc Cheri Feb. 01, 2012	16161 words	Read a sample
	An erotic short. Mandy’s stepbrother Brandon discovers her having cybersex with her online friend. Soon after, she meets a new guy online, but when she realizes it’s her brother, she decides to put him to the test to see how far he’s willing to go. How close will these step-siblings become, and will their online lust lead to real life passion? Adults only: graphic sexual content & violence.
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	The Apartment Complex- Rebecca	by John Smith Jan. 19, 2012	4253 words	Read a sample
	What can happen when an older divorced man is kind to a younger women who is just moving into a new apartment complex? Kindness can pay off with kindness.
	Author bio: Writing is therapy for me, helping me to clear my mind of these thoughts that overpower me. I do not write for money but for enjoyment. I am not trained nor do I intend to become trained but I have has some positive reviews so I thought I would give this a try.- If you would like to send me a message email me at katt696969@yahoo.com
	Be Mine, Daddy (Valentine's Day Erotica)	by Violet Williams Jan. 17, 2012	3965 words	Read a sample
	Callista Brooks was stoked about Valentine’s Day until her boyfriend leaves her high and dry. But she’s always had a crush on her daddy and this Valentine’s Day, she won’t give up until he plugs her pussy and makes her forget all about her ex. Be Mine Daddy contains taboo content including pseudo incest. All characters engaging in sex are 18+ and this title is intended for adult audiences only.
	Author bio: You call me a slut like it's a bad thing. I'm an erotica writer living in the Greater Sac area, saving the world via taboo tales, one e-reader at a time.
	Rest Stop Surprise	by Jean-Luc Cheri Dec. 31, 2011	8232 words	Read a sample
	An erotic short. Jamie and Chloe are new acquaintances, getting to know each other as they share a ride home from college. They discover they share a mutual attraction, and take a break at a rest stop to see where it leads. As passions arise, lustful fires are quenched, but neither is aware of the surprise that will transform their desire into forbidden lust. Adults only - graphic sexual content.
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	Deflowering Debbie	by Gia Blue Dec. 17, 2011	4587 words	Read a sample
	Debbie is heading to F.U.C. in two days and she doesn't want to go off to college as a virgin. Seriously. Enter Mr. Walker, the town's resident deflower-er. So, yeah, Debbie has a cherry and Mr. Walker's getting ready to pop it.
	Author bio: Gia Blue writes smut because she's been cursed with an unbelievably dirty mind. Every erotic thought has her putting pen to paper and then releasing the stories to all of the naughty people in the world. A self-proclaimed whore, nympho and ex-stripper now that she's traded her pole for a Mac. She's embarked on an important mission to convert everyone who reads her books into jolly, one-handed readers. She'd shake your hand, but it looks like you're busy.
	Big Book of Smut	by Gia Blue Dec. 17, 2011	114800 words	Read a sample
	Welcome to the first annual, Big Book of Smut. Some of today’s top erotica authors have written lovely, dirty stories for your reading pleasure. So, sit back, relax and enjoy our naughty, naughty words.
	Author bio: Gia Blue writes smut because she's been cursed with an unbelievably dirty mind. Every erotic thought has her putting pen to paper and then releasing the stories to all of the naughty people in the world. A self-proclaimed whore, nympho and ex-stripper now that she's traded her pole for a Mac. She's embarked on an important mission to convert everyone who reads her books into jolly, one-handed readers. She'd shake your hand, but it looks like you're busy.
	Glory Holes (Gay Stables #1)	by D. Powers Dec. 14, 2011	3478 words	Read a sample
	Tom Stables aims for top whore in a competition to see who has the best sucking, fucking and ass humping skills in LA. The competition is fierce and with raw, hot ass everywhere he looks, does he really have the skills to be the top ass whore of them all?
	Author bio: Dick Powers is the author of a variety of gay erotica novels, novellas and short stories. He is a part of the Lunatic Ink Publishing family of authors.
	Daddy's Naughty Girl	by Audri London Dec. 12, 2011	1406 words	Read a sample
	Marie Jones just got her report card and her daddy isn’t happy. When he threatens to take away her keys, Marie decides that a blowjob just might show her daddy how sorry she is…
	Author bio: Audri likes lollipops, sex, and older men. Freud would probably say she has a daddy complex, but whatevs. When she’s not cramming for a test (or cramming something in her mouth), Audri is typing up flights of taboo fancy.
	The 211 Ride	by Rick Barry Dec. 12, 2011	4494 words	Read a sample
	A pair of friends take a ride into a world unknown to the virgin of the pair.
	Author bio: Rick Barry is a self-taught writer. Living in the southern United States, he has been writing for just under five years.
	Taken by Cody in an Alley (Dirtyhunk Gay Erotica: Gay Sex Stories)	by Brian West Dec. 08, 2011	3852 words	Read a sample
	Jake hits the club with his buddies one night and he runs into a sexy, mysterious guy named Cody. The next thing he knows, Cody has him all spread apart in the back alley and he's getting his butt nailed. Jake's never had it this good!
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	Pardon My Frottage	by Meghan Boehners Dec. 04, 2011	3181 words	Read a sample
	Pat has an insatiable, uncontrollable desire to rub against alluring young women on the train despite having all his needs (and more) met at home by his lover, Claire. Julia is deep in thought on the long commute home when an unexpected -- but surprisingly arousing -- encounter with a stranger at close quarters gives her a hot ride home.
	Author bio: Meghan Boehners has been writing erotic fiction for nearly two decades. She started young ;). With stories published in Hustler, Penthouse Forum, and for private clients who want some more, ah...personalized erotica, Meghan's vast experience gives her plenty of material to draw from...with more coming.
	Daddy's Little Succubus Vol. 2	by V. Allen Dec. 01, 2011	5058 words	Read a sample
	Erin awakens the night after being ravished by the ghost of her dead Grandmother, and a lifelike simulacrum of her living Father. She pays a visit to her best friend Cory to test out her new powers and discover a side of herself she never even knew existed.
	Author bio: Budding erotica author, prolific reader, and coffee enthusiast. I'm finally putting pen to page and indulging in the description of taboo, weird, and paranormal sexual fantasies that, despite my best efforts, won't leave me alone. ^_^
	Polygraph: Desire Revealed	by Sidonie Spice Nov. 25, 2011	3306 words	Read a sample
	When a police detective walks in on a sexy polygraph tech looking to tune up her equipment, he puts her in the hot seat… As Kurt asks Diana more and more personal questions, the sexual tension in the conference room gets more tangible by the second. She can’t lie successfully, and when the truth about her feelings for him comes out, Kurt gets everything he's been fantasising over - and more!
	Author bio: Sidonie Spice is sex obsessed, and not afraid to admit it. Kinky, sizzling smut is her forte, and she hopes to make her readers writhe with desire. She’s British, but it’s not stiff upper *lips* she’s interested in… if you get her drift. ;) Her mind is a never-ending source of sexy goodness, but until she opens her mouth (or her laptop) she’s heard it said that she looks like the sweetest, most innocent girl in the world. Needless to say, she takes every opportunity to revise people’s first impressions of her. Has she convinced *you* yet?
	Bethany's Troll	by XerXes Xu Nov. 14, 2011	11348 words	Read a sample
	This short story follows the conflict and resolution between the "new brain" and "old brain" of Bethany, the new teaching assistant, as she forms a schoolgirl crush on the mysterious Mr Hunter, whom both pupils and staff suspect of exotic sexual preferences.
	Author bio: As a reformed athlete and philosopher manqe I've found my writing largely influenced by Red Horse and San Miguel Light. Like many young men of my generation, my introduction to erotic fiction came from reading graffiti in public lavatories. I suppose kids today, straying by accident onto Pornhub, find themselves still asking the same questions. Why are they doing that? Is that anatomically possible? Do girls (or boys) really do that? After an investigation lasting at least 55 years I can answer the last 2 questions. It is anatomically possible, if a little uncomfortable, and girls really do do that, and a lot stranger things beside. More important questions are: Why don't they want to do it with me? Once you've cracked that, you have to deal with, Why don't they want to do it at the same time as me? But, the most important question, Why are they doing that? - remains an unanswered mystery. If I could live my life again I would try and hold out until I got home, or soil my pants, rather than use a public toilet - and find myself drawn into these perplexing questions. They distract from the important things in life, and when you find the answer it's never worth the effort spent looking for it. Out of concern for others, and as cautionary tale I've set out the some musings which have resulted from my quest.
	Daddy's Backdoor Girl	by Sara Pierce Nov. 05, 2011	6221 words	Read a sample
	Still technically a virgin, 18-year old Chloe is saving herself for marriage but the teen has a dirty secret: she loves anal sex. When her stepfather sends her latest teenage boytoy packing and shows his young charge how a REAL man looks below the belt, she knows she has to have the older man buried deep inside her ass.
	Author bio: Sara Pierce was a writer from a very early age; her mother still has her first book, "written" when she was still in pre-school. Born in Germany and raised between there and California, she had the travelling bug instilled in her at a young age. A proud participant for LGBT activities in her home community, Sara resides in central California with her partner and menagerie of pets.
	A New-Age Sex Toy For Vanya	by Joe Brewster Oct. 16, 2011	3924 words	Read a sample
	Vanya is a former alternative health care therapist who now works in an office as a design consultant. Vanya relies on New Age techniques she acquired from her past to tap into the creative resources in her environment to come up with new ideas for her work. She uses her male coworker in ways that negatively affect his sex-life. In the end, Vanya does the right thing & rejuvenates his manhood.
	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 Babysitter's Seduction	by Kelli Wolfe Oct. 15, 2011	6711 words	Read a sample
	Nineteen-year-old Jenna babysits because the money is great and the hours don't interfere with her classes. When her latest client starts putting in lots of late nights and weekends because of a promotion, Jenna decides that she's the perfect way for him to unwind after a long, hard hard day at the office. To do that she's willing to put in some steamy overtime that she won't be charging him for.
	Author bio: I'm a nurse by day, and a smut writer by night. It's my secret identity, like I'm Supergirl or something. Only my super power is making people read one-handed. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to let me know how they like my stories. *kisses* Kelli
	Confessions of a Sex Addict: 12 Steps Back	by Rachel Boleyn Oct. 05, 2011	12078 words	Read a sample
	Lila can't help herself -- she's addicted to sex. Most men fantasize about having a sex addict for a wife, but instead of taking advantage of his amazing situation, Lila's husband sends her to therapy so she can get some help. Except poor Lila just sits in group and can't think about anything but the fact that she hasn't been laid in six weeks. Her desire is raging--a hungry, wanton beast.
	Author bio: Rachel Boleyn is a hardcore erotica author with a lusty, rock and roll appetite and a shoe fetish that takes up two closets in her apartment. When she’s not jet-setting all around the world for her day job and conducting secret Mile High Club meetings, she can be found curled up on the sofa with her MacBook clacking away at her next naughty story just for you!
	Step Dad Likes to Watch	by Belle Hart Sep. 18, 2011	3329 words	Read a sample
	18-year-old Erica and her boyfriend Blake have been doing it like rabbits while her stepdad Bill is at work. Little did Erica know, her stepdad was secretly filming them. When she catches him with a video tape, she's surprised by how turned on she is and how much she wants to have sex with Bill too. Length: Short Story, 3100 words.
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	For Daddy's Love (Punished Daughters Series)	by Bree Jandora Sep. 13, 2011	8648 words	Read a sample
	Adults only - sex, spanking, pseudo-incest. Jessica comes home from her date early to comfort Eddie, her step-father, who's grieving his wife's sudden abandonment. She has no idea she'll end up punished as he gives her some comfort of his own. All characters in this book are 18 years of age or older.
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	Sophie's Friend	by Andrew Miles Aug. 28, 2011	2544 words	Read a sample
	Sophie's evening is interrupted by a call from a distressed friend. She comes to her aid, in more ways than one.
	Author bio: Writes short, erotic fiction. Please comment if you read and enjoy it.
	Sophie To Herself	by Andrew Miles Aug. 28, 2011	1714 words	Read a sample
	Sophie has an evening to herself. What's the best way to relax after a hard day at work?
	Author bio: Writes short, erotic fiction. Please comment if you read and enjoy it.
	Sweet Emily Brown: Goddess Brown to You!	by Stella Graffen Aug. 25, 2011	4490 words	Read a sample
	This is the story of how my friend Joe fell for his first Big Beautiful Woman who also happens to be the first Black Woman he ever hooked-up with. Emily Brown is Joe's new supervisor. She is smart,classy and sexy as hell. It is her job to train Joe and she takes her job seriously. She trains Joe to worship her Big Black hotness and Joe gets a Gold Star for his efforts. Interracial sex, FemDom
	Author bio: Stella Graffen has lived and worked and loved and played all over this great land. The publisher has heard so many of her great stories that he has been after her for years to write them down. Now she has. We hope you enjoy them.
	The end	by Juan m July 28, 2011	17 words	Read a sample
	Nice ride.
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	On Bended Knees - Vol. 2	by Lisa Monah July 21, 2011	1100 words	Read a sample
	As part of Ginger’s ‘Birthday Surprise’, she extends, among other things, her generosity towards Eric’s two unexpected guests and takes things as they come.
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	On Bended Knees	by Lisa Monah July 05, 2011	1094 words	Read a sample
	A bored private stripper decides to offer a client a Birthday Special - she’ll include his friend if they’re up to it. Can the men rise to the occasion and light her candle at both ends?
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	My Little Plaything - Confessions of an Escort Addict: Volume Two	by J.T. Holland July 05, 2011	3860 words	Read a sample
	I love escorts. You get exactly what you want, every time. And tonight I want a hot little spinner who's willing to take whatever I can dish out. Which is alot. WARNING: Contains explicit, graphic sex scenes and is definitely not intended for minors or the weak of heart. My style is not for all tastes. You can sample 50% Volume One: The Girl is in Charge to see if my style fits yours.
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	The Tantric Massage	by Rushmore Judd June 08, 2011	3634 words	Read a sample
	A short story intended to provide the reader with a sense of the erotic style of Rushmore Judd. Rush receives a massage from a masseuse who specializes in Tantric erotic massages. This is a companion piece to Her Massage. This story contains explicit language and adult material and is intended for mature audiences.
	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.
	Lost Cherry: Missionary Position Part One	by Melissa Constantine May 01, 2011	6316 words	Read a sample
	In a distant future, sex has been outlawed and almost forgotten. For the students of Carnal Academy, however, sex is the secret they've sworn to protect. But before Milani can begin her life as a sexual missionary, she has to lose her cherry! This short story is the first of four parts that together make up the novella "Missionary Position".
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	I Can't Help That I'm A Slut (Part 2)	by Logan Lee March 26, 2011	8275 words	Read a sample
	Kyra's encounter with her step dad's friend turns into a threesome, and then Kyra and her friend Beth, a cute little blonde weighing in at a hundred pounds get invited to a party by some college guys. It's an eye opening experience for both of them.
	Author bio: Logan is a pseudonym. He prefers to remain an unknown due to his full time occupation in the public eye. However, he is a Military History major, and a Law and Justice minor. He is a veteran of OIF I & II. He enjoys reading, writing (obviously), chess, camping, kayaking, long walks on the beach yadda yadda. Logan currently resides in the South Sound area of Washington State with two dogs, two cats, a beautiful daughter and the love of his life, the Guenevere to his Lancelot. PLEASE PLEASE give me feedback. I want the criticism as well as the compliments. I will take all comments and criticism seriously. I only ask that if you say something similar to "Your story sucked" then go on to explain why. If you don't how will I know what sucked in order to make the next story better? Email me at logan.lee2011@gmail.com
	My Trailer Trash Girlfriend and her Family (Part 3)	by Logan Lee March 07, 2011	4362 words	Read a sample
	I fell for Anne because she was a slut and I was damn near a virgin when we met. I had no idea that she was only taking after her Mother, or that her older sister, Sandra, was made of the same mold.
	Author bio: Logan is a pseudonym. He prefers to remain an unknown due to his full time occupation in the public eye. However, he is a Military History major, and a Law and Justice minor. He is a veteran of OIF I & II. He enjoys reading, writing (obviously), chess, camping, kayaking, long walks on the beach yadda yadda. Logan currently resides in the South Sound area of Washington State with two dogs, two cats, a beautiful daughter and the love of his life, the Guenevere to his Lancelot. PLEASE PLEASE give me feedback. I want the criticism as well as the compliments. I will take all comments and criticism seriously. I only ask that if you say something similar to "Your story sucked" then go on to explain why. If you don't how will I know what sucked in order to make the next story better? Email me at logan.lee2011@gmail.com
	The Mailman's Tale	by Carl East Feb. 04, 2011	2782 words	Sample 20%
	Mailmen have always got a story or two to tell, however not too many are quite like this one. ***This tale is graphic in nature and is meant for adults only*** All Characters depicted within this tale are over the age of consent. Enjoy
	Author bio: I was born In Hull, Yorkshire, England in 1956. I started to write at the age of 44 in the year 2000 and I wasn't very good. I slowly learned over the years that followed, mainly from people online who gave up their time to help me. I chose to write imaginative things and sometimes allowed my own imagination to get away from me. I started with erotic tales before going onto more serious stuff, although having said that my erotic stories have been popular. The first book I published was "The Second Apprentice" followed closely by "The Talking Sword" both of which are sword and sorcerer type tales. My favorite release though was "Hell's Gate" and that one's doing very well now. Because my erotic stories are so popular, I will keep writing them. I'm well known for setting fair prices for my stories. One of them for instance is called "The Ultimate Collection of short erotic tales 1 & 2" and is priced at $2.99. If you were to buy each story separately, that book would cost you over $30. I now live in America and have done for the past 5 years. I'm very happily married and intend to stay that way. Carl
	The Erotic Writer	by Carl East Jan. 25, 2011	5748 words	Sample 20%
	After his wife dies our hero finds it difficult to write anything remotely erotic and decides to leave his home. With too many memories good and bad coming from his house, he decides to move to California. Once there an erotic adventure begins to unfold, only this one's any thing but fictional. ***This story is graphic in nature and is meant for adults only*** Enjoy
	Author bio: I was born In Hull, Yorkshire, England in 1956. I started to write at the age of 44 in the year 2000 and I wasn't very good. I slowly learned over the years that followed, mainly from people online who gave up their time to help me. I chose to write imaginative things and sometimes allowed my own imagination to get away from me. I started with erotic tales before going onto more serious stuff, although having said that my erotic stories have been popular. The first book I published was "The Second Apprentice" followed closely by "The Talking Sword" both of which are sword and sorcerer type tales. My favorite release though was "Hell's Gate" and that one's doing very well now. Because my erotic stories are so popular, I will keep writing them. I'm well known for setting fair prices for my stories. One of them for instance is called "The Ultimate Collection of short erotic tales 1 & 2" and is priced at $2.99. If you were to buy each story separately, that book would cost you over $30. I now live in America and have done for the past 5 years. I'm very happily married and intend to stay that way. Carl
	The Crush	by Carl East June 14, 2010	2418 words	Read a sample
	A short story of a crush between an eighteen year old male and a thirty year old female neighbor. When Richard gets the chance to go with his neighbor, he doesn't think twice and the most erotic thoughts he ever had of this beauty start to come true. ***this tale is of a graphic nature and is meant for adults only*** Enjoy
	Author bio: I was born In Hull, Yorkshire, England in 1956. I started to write at the age of 44 in the year 2000 and I wasn't very good. I slowly learned over the years that followed, mainly from people online who gave up their time to help me. I chose to write imaginative things and sometimes allowed my own imagination to get away from me. I started with erotic tales before going onto more serious stuff, although having said that my erotic stories have been popular. The first book I published was "The Second Apprentice" followed closely by "The Talking Sword" both of which are sword and sorcerer type tales. My favorite release though was "Hell's Gate" and that one's doing very well now. Because my erotic stories are so popular, I will keep writing them. I'm well known for setting fair prices for my stories. One of them for instance is called "The Ultimate Collection of short erotic tales 1 & 2" and is priced at $2.99. If you were to buy each story separately, that book would cost you over $30. I now live in America and have done for the past 5 years. I'm very happily married and intend to stay that way. Carl
	Mothers Affliction	by Carl East May 14, 2010	2776 words	Read a sample
	Narcolepsy is a disorder that causes the victim to fall asleep in an instant and without warning. A mother has just been diagnosed with the disorder and her son intends to take full advantage of it. This story is of a graphic nature and is intended for adults only. It comes from the short stories book "Forbidden Love." enjoy
	Author bio: I was born In Hull, Yorkshire, England in 1956. I started to write at the age of 44 in the year 2000 and I wasn't very good. I slowly learned over the years that followed, mainly from people online who gave up their time to help me. I chose to write imaginative things and sometimes allowed my own imagination to get away from me. I started with erotic tales before going onto more serious stuff, although having said that my erotic stories have been popular. The first book I published was "The Second Apprentice" followed closely by "The Talking Sword" both of which are sword and sorcerer type tales. My favorite release though was "Hell's Gate" and that one's doing very well now. Because my erotic stories are so popular, I will keep writing them. I'm well known for setting fair prices for my stories. One of them for instance is called "The Ultimate Collection of short erotic tales 1 & 2" and is priced at $2.99. If you were to buy each story separately, that book would cost you over $30. I now live in America and have done for the past 5 years. I'm very happily married and intend to stay that way. Carl
	Thai Beauties	by Carl East May 11, 2010	2144 words	Read a sample
	After being told incredible stories about Bangkok our hero wants to experience the night life for himself, and if only half of what he's been told is true he can't wait to get there. This is intended for adults only. Enjoy
	Author bio: I was born In Hull, Yorkshire, England in 1956. I started to write at the age of 44 in the year 2000 and I wasn't very good. I slowly learned over the years that followed, mainly from people online who gave up their time to help me. I chose to write imaginative things and sometimes allowed my own imagination to get away from me. I started with erotic tales before going onto more serious stuff, although having said that my erotic stories have been popular. The first book I published was "The Second Apprentice" followed closely by "The Talking Sword" both of which are sword and sorcerer type tales. My favorite release though was "Hell's Gate" and that one's doing very well now. Because my erotic stories are so popular, I will keep writing them. I'm well known for setting fair prices for my stories. One of them for instance is called "The Ultimate Collection of short erotic tales 1 & 2" and is priced at $2.99. If you were to buy each story separately, that book would cost you over $30. I now live in America and have done for the past 5 years. I'm very happily married and intend to stay that way. Carl
	Gun Moll A Short Sex Adventure Erotica!	by Joe Brewster March 28, 2010	4789 words	Read a sample
	Tech Nerd meets his Film Noir fantasy girl in a dive bar & takes a break from daydreaming about the tough & sexy young lady long enough to buy her a drink. He gets rejected but he is thrilled with himself for at least approaching her and taking a chance. The Moll later needs a place to hide from thugs & goes home with the Nerd to hideout. She gives him plenty of sexual reward for his hospitality
	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...
	Embarrassed Much?: A Sick Office Femdom Flash Fiction Erotica Sex Story	by JD Kindle Jan. 22, 2010	3094 words	Read a sample
	Joe walks in on Krista, whom he considers a friend and Meara, not so much, having a philosophical discussion about situational dialectics and becomes the unwitting participant in a microcosmic social experiment. Namely: The Dude gets owned. A truly raunchy piece of female domination in an office setting.
	Author bio: J D Kindle writes Femdom erotica with a hard sexual edge that cuts into truly raunchy territory at times.
	Mina Goes American: Office Femdom Short Sex Fiction Erotica	by Joe Brewster Oct. 24, 2009	3012 words	Read a sample
	Mina is a gorgeous Swede who is new to America and having trouble with the sexual politics of the American workplace. When Mina unknowingly turns a guy into her personal Office Bitch a few of her female coworkers explain to her over lunch the ins and outs of American Office FemDom behavior. Humorous short fiction
	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...