In recent days, I’ve been seeing quite a few people on Facebook groups and Reddit pages discussing the viability of erotica as a source of substantial income. Since the craze ran during 2015-2016, everyone and their mother turned up to lay their stake into that particular oil well. For a while, things were going well. Demand was higher, and supply was much higher, and it had never been a better time to start as an erotica writer. Continue reading Writing erotica… to make money
I first heard about Terri George last week as I was looking through my Twitter. I was eager to find something new to read and later review. Terri George already has several books available, and a good handful of positive reviews under her belt. The cover art, as well as her teaser graphics, are very eye-catching to be sure. She’s clearly been doing this for a while and knows the craft very well. Continue reading “Tit 4 Tat” by Terri George – A Review
In this Erotic Bite, I figured I’d take a stab at writing some flash erotica. I swear, I tried to keep the word count under a thousand words. But I suppose it wasn’t meant to work out this time around. Maybe next time! Still, this story will be shorter than my usual stories, so enjoy. Continue reading Shower, then workout
This Erotic Bite comes as a special request from a reader. A Daddy Dom would love nothing more than to play with his pretty girl, but his job begins to get in the way of his responsibilities to her. Kitten isn’t happy about it, and begins to misbehave. Enjoy! Continue reading Bad Daddy
Some of you may know of the strange sex trick introduced to the internet by a sexologist by the name of Auntie Angel. In this demonstration, she shows us a ‘technique’ for giving a better blowjob by incorporating a grapefruit. Continue reading That Grapefruit Blowjob video
I was speaking to a friend of mine the other day about a writer’s voice, when it comes to creating … Continue reading What’s your kink?
They were looking each other straight into the eyes. The anticipation of what was to come was growing. They did not touch, not yet. And while they were standing, leaning at opposite walls of the small elevator in his apartment building none of them dared to speak. They had completely entered the state of non-verbal communications. It nearly seemed they had unlearned language with all its constraints and expressions. Enough of imagery, societies own masturbation. Continue reading Lunch for Primals