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	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...
	Embarrassed Much?: A Sick Office Femdom Flash Fiction Erotica Sex Story	by JD Kindle Jan. 22, 2010	3094 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: J D Kindle writes Femdom erotica with a hard sexual edge that cuts into truly raunchy territory at times.
	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...
	Thai Beauties	by Carl East May 11, 2010	2144 words	Read a sample
	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
	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
	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%
	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 Mailman's Tale	by Carl East Feb. 04, 2011	2782 words	Sample 20%
	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
	My Trailer Trash Girlfriend and her Family (Part 3)	by Logan Lee March 07, 2011	4362 words	Read a sample
	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
	I Can't Help That I'm A Slut (Part 2)	by Logan Lee March 26, 2011	8275 words	Read a sample
	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
	Lost Cherry: Missionary Position Part One	by Melissa Constantine May 01, 2011	6316 words	Read a sample
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	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.
	My Little Plaything - Confessions of an Escort Addict: Volume Two	by J.T. Holland July 05, 2011	3860 words	Read a sample
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	On Bended Knees	by Lisa Monah July 05, 2011	1094 words	Read a sample
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	On Bended Knees - Vol. 2	by Lisa Monah July 21, 2011	1100 words	Read a sample
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	The end	by Juan m July 28, 2011	17 words	Read a sample
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	Sweet Emily Brown: Goddess Brown to You!	by Stella Graffen Aug. 25, 2011	4490 words	Read a sample
	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.
	Sophie To Herself	by Andrew Miles Aug. 28, 2011	1714 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Writes short, erotic fiction. Please comment if you read and enjoy it.
	Sophie's Friend	by Andrew Miles Aug. 28, 2011	2544 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Writes short, erotic fiction. Please comment if you read and enjoy it.
	For Daddy's Love (Punished Daughters Series)	by Bree Jandora Sep. 13, 2011	8648 words	Read a sample
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	Step Dad Likes to Watch	by Belle Hart Sep. 18, 2011	3329 words	Read a sample
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	Confessions of a Sex Addict: 12 Steps Back	by Rachel Boleyn Oct. 05, 2011	12078 words	Read a sample
	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!
	The Babysitter's Seduction	by Kelli Wolfe Oct. 15, 2011	6711 words	Read a sample
	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
	A New-Age Sex Toy For Vanya	by Joe Brewster Oct. 16, 2011	3924 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...
	Daddy's Backdoor Girl	by Sara Pierce Nov. 05, 2011	6221 words	Read a sample
	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.
	Bethany's Troll	by XerXes Xu Nov. 14, 2011	11348 words	Read a sample
	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.
	Polygraph: Desire Revealed	by Sidonie Spice Nov. 25, 2011	3306 words	Read a sample
	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?
	Daddy's Little Succubus Vol. 2	by V. Allen Dec. 01, 2011	5058 words	Read a sample
	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. ^_^
	Pardon My Frottage	by Meghan Boehners Dec. 04, 2011	3181 words	Read a sample
	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.
	Taken by Cody in an Alley (Dirtyhunk Gay Erotica: Gay Sex Stories)	by Brian West Dec. 08, 2011	3852 words	Read a sample
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	The 211 Ride	by Rick Barry Dec. 12, 2011	4494 words	Read a sample
	Author bio: Rick Barry is a self-taught writer. Living in the southern United States, he has been writing for just under five years.
	Daddy's Naughty Girl	by Audri London Dec. 12, 2011	1406 words	Read a sample
	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.
	Glory Holes (Gay Stables #1)	by D. Powers Dec. 14, 2011	3478 words	Read a sample
	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.
	Big Book of Smut	by Gia Blue Dec. 17, 2011	114800 words	Read a sample
	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.
	Deflowering Debbie	by Gia Blue Dec. 17, 2011	4587 words	Read a sample
	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.
	Rest Stop Surprise	by Jean-Luc Cheri Dec. 31, 2011	8232 words	Read a sample
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	Be Mine, Daddy (Valentine's Day Erotica)	by Violet Williams Jan. 17, 2012	3965 words	Read a sample
	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.
	The Apartment Complex- Rebecca	by John Smith Jan. 19, 2012	4253 words	Read a sample
	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
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	New Neighbors- Substitute Dad	by John Smith Feb. 02, 2012	8584 words	Read a sample
	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
	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
	Hope and Dreams 1- My Deliverer	by John Smith Feb. 02, 2012	9748 words	Read a sample
	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
	A Night On The Town	by Jason Jaxx Feb. 04, 2012	13916 words	Read a sample
	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.....