As of this writing, in the two years since I started putting erotic short fiction on reddit, I have posted online 77 stories, with another dozen or so in the works. I post stories as-is, with no notes or introductions, letting the tales stand (or fail) on their own merits. But if you care, here are gathered some comments and reflections on what I’ve written.
This wasn’t the first sexy story I’ve ever written — that happened long ago — but this was the first sexy story I shared with anyone. I posted it on reddit’s /r/sexystories, and it got a good amount of attention. I say I write for myself, but truthfully, were it not for that attention, I likely would have lost interest and never posted another story.
Looking back, the story feels rough. There’s a lot in the narrative that’s confusing or awkward. Yet there’s still some core ideas which I respect, and which have become somewhat of themes in what I write. I mean things like a focus on character and the nuance of how people are connected to one another (in this instance, the best friend of an ex-girlfriend), and the thrill of violating even a minor social taboo.
The story goes on too long, and the sexiness gets lost in the mechanical descriptions of the fucking, and I end the tale with the characters falling happily in love. This is of course how you want characters you like to end up, but I’ve since learned to not confuse a sex story with a love story. The two are certainly related, and can be combined, but it must be done deliberately, which did not happen here.
This is the first visit to a motif that’s become common — the boy toy happily being used by older women. But in this story, where Derek gets thrown in a pool with four older women, is when I first realize how difficult it is to fill in so many similar characters with unique personalities, give them all something to do, keep the story moving while giving them all dialogue, and just keep track of them and their needs while they collectively fuck our boy toy.
This smutty tale of a girl seducing her DILF next-door neighbor was originally a chapter in a much longer, stranger story. The idea was that Dorothy summoned a sex demon, became an agent of the queen of lust, and got assigned missions of seduction. So… yeah, most of that didn’t survive editing, but I excerpted this, edited it into its own story, and now here we are. Dorothy pops up in a few other places, too — further vestiges of the sex demon thread.
I experimented with writing a character who was ludicrously naive. The story’s entertaining enough, but it generated questions from readers wanting to know if she was on drugs or hypnotized or what. She was none of these things, she wasn’t even a ditz or a bimbo. She was just very, very, very naive.
Another story that plays with the bounds of reality, putting us into a sex-ified universe where screwing your college professor is an unremarkable, everyday occurrence. The story has some real problems. Oddly enough, a week or two after I posted this on reddit, someone else posted an extremely similar, better-written story. They even used the same character names. I wasn’t upset, their story was far superior.
Here’s another first appearance of a recurring theme: photography! And I don’t say it specifically, and it doesn’t really matter, but if you’re curious, the park the story takes place in is in Sonora, California.
This story garnered a strong positive reaction from readers, and I also particularly adore it. I think that regard is due to its simplicity. It remains one of the shortest stories I’ve posted, and yet I feel that it’s missing nothing. It even hits on nostalgia — that time in my life when I lived with a half dozen roommates, and their friends and lovers were constant houseguests. I still use this story as a benchmark for how expediently I can create an effective scenario in which can take place character establishment, a plot arc, and a sex scene.
I think this may be the first bondage story I’ve written. But it’s not really about that, at least to me. It’s my nod towards secret societies and all the reports of weird sexual practices of the ultra-wealthy. I’ve started writing others which play on these same themes, but I’ve found it increasingly difficult to find anything sexy about these scenarios of control and servitude. I would no longer attempt a story like this one.
Our title character wears a one-piece swimsuit with a hole just beneath it’s bust. This entire story sprung from me seeing a photo of a lovely woman in just such an outfit, and trying to decide how the conversation would go where she introduced it to someone.
Our hero Jay at one point had an entire career at his camp plotted out, from counselor to junior staff to camp leadership, with a dozen sexual encounters and longer relationships along the way. Most of it was garbage. Only this story and “April” ever saw the light of day, and this one probably should have been deleted as well.
My repeat hero Mark, a handsome but lonely widow in his early 40s, first appears in the story “Summer Break” aka “Adena.” I can no longer remember if I intended that to be the first in a series, or if that decision came later, but Mark has now appeared in 7 stories, and the spiderweb of interconnected characters branch out into at least a half dozen others. It amused me at the time to be building an ‘extended universe’ of erotica, although now I find the idea tedious. And as for the main series, the Summer Break stories, that also is something I would never nowadays attempt.
Sequels in general are difficult — the entire tension of a sexy story, the plot of finding out how these two unlikely people end up fucking — is lost once you know that they’ve already crossed that barrier. So once Mark has had sex with Adena, his daughter’s friend, is there really that much surprise to know that he does it a second time? And then again and again? Except, I think it actually kind of works, with him resolving to ‘be better’ only to be then approached by Dani, and then again with Kiara. Story #4, when Eve and Kiara show up at Mark’s work, is a low point, where I mistakenly thought the direction we needed to go was towards the more extreme.
But story #5, Trick or Treat, gets us back on track, focusing on how Mark can have an ongoing sexual relationship with a girl half his age, and starts to examine what Dani gets out of this, why she likes him, and why she keeps coming back for more.
It’s been 18 months since I’ve posted any Mark stories, but I’ve just recently penned a first draft of another chapter with Dani, one where Mark and her reconnect after not seeing each other for some time, and am toying with whether there’s yet another chapter left untold in their story.
Olivia, Mark’s daughter, intentionally plays a very background role in these stories, and that’s not a line I have any interest in crossing or even approaching.
This story never generated much response, but I mention it here only because it’s another tale thick with personal nostalgia, a return to the days when we used to cruise around town in beat-up old cars, seeking out the best party.
I wrote this to meet a writing prompt — something like “create a story where bathing alone is taboo.” I obviously took it in a sci-fi direction. It found an audience, probably because (in my not-so-humble opinion) the sci-fi parts of the story weren’t just throw-away, rather they were very solid — much more than shitty internet erotica usually gets. However, I’m embarrassed because I had readers point out to me that what happens to Kristi is rape. I do not want to ever write a rape story, and when I realized I did so without meaning to, it was eye-opening. I think my intention was that the robot was keying off of Kristi’s subconscious desires, and maybe that was more clear in an early draft, but that is not how the final story reads. Since writing this, I’ve become much more sensitive to consent.
I had never heard of the concept of ‘free use’ until recently. This story was my homage to the fetish, my attempt at building a ‘free use’ scenario that was respectful of all involved.
Another writing prompt story, this one again gets dangerously close to the limits of what I’m comfortable writing. But that said, I still enjoy the way the story progresses, the twists it takes.
It was fun writing a character who’s lying.
So let’s write more characters who lie! The biggest challenge was creating a scenario where the manipulation doesn’t result in coercion. This story really found an audience in a way that surprised me.
And here’s a manipulation story that fails. I owe this story a massive re-write.
I still love the twist in this story.
This was a writing prompt story, although I’ve long forgotten the prompt. I had fun writing it, working out the characters and their world, painting a workable picture that was also sexy. I don’t know if anyone ever read it, but I understand that a piece of weird fantasy erotica isn’t going to be interesting to most people.
Swingers! It’s not my particular interest, but it’s fun to dabble in that world via fiction. This story continues to get interest and sequel requests, although I have no idea where I’d go next. Also, unrelated to that, this is the first story to use what has become a favorite technique — when you’re writing characters that are in an established relationship, remember that this is erotica: introduce them while they’re fucking.
Coming up with names for characters is way harder than it should be. I’ve had too many characters with some variant of this name. It’s not on purpose.
Also, some of these stories see significant changes between first and final drafts. The original text had Alyssa meeting her neighbor when the fire alarm went off because the neighboring building was engulfed in flames. Around the time I was revising for the third time the details of the emergency services vehicles, I realized the scenario needed to be re-worked.
This was too much fun, working out the details for how the device functioned and then malfunctioned.
Here’s something I don’t think I’ve attempted since — swapping character POV midway through a story. It works here, but it required a lot of finesse to make function. Maybe one day I’ll try this again.
Also, there’s a reference to music here, and sometimes in other stories as well. I have specific songs in mind when I write these references. There’s no way the reader would ever be able to guess — I’m not trying to throw in an easter egg — I just feel that it makes the story more believable when I’m describing actual music and not just making something up.
I was in the mood to create the most wanton, over-the-top, ridiculous sex story I could think of, so of course I relied on that old trope of sexy nurse. I list stories like this — that take place in some hypersexual alternate universe — separate from those that are supposed to exist in the real world, because I consider them to be their own, distinct thing. A world unabashed in its horniness, unconstrained in its biology, unafraid to play things beyond the limits.
Another experimental piece, I wanted to write something in the second person — essentially instructing the reader in what to do — so I came up with a scenario that would work with that concept.
I have no idea if people are copying my stories and re-sharing them as their own, but I know that happened with this story, because someone linked me to it. The stolen version had generated a lot of attention, and some of that found its way back to me, for which I was grateful. But the entire experience was fascinating, seeing a different community’s reaction to what I’m writing.
This story transcends from sex into love, and unlike in some of what I wrote before, I feel like this story earns it.
I’ve started, at least twice, sequels to this story, only to get pretty far into drafting them before realizing they don’t work. It’s not that this story is perfect, it’s that I love the character Violet.
A story dangerously close to the ‘creepy uncle’ territory.
This is the story which attracts the most readers. It’s implied that this takes place in the late 90s — very much a nostalgia trip for my high school years. And it’s successful not only as a sex story, but as a love story. I think the key to its success lies between those two aspects.
The camera, by the way, was a Pentax K1000.
Reddit hated this story.
I wrote so many drafts of this, revised the scenario and characters and sex scene so many times, and at the end of it all, it’s still just a middling story.
The final version of this story very closely resembles its first draft, much more so than most of what I write. I really like the way the characters ended up, the social-class interaction between them. I’ve been wanting to create a sequel.
Everyone should write a French exchange student erotic tale at some point in their life. This went through a lot of drafts — I really needed to nail Lize’s character — but it was worth it.
I never intended this to have a sequel, but a reader asked for one and I played around with ideas until I had something. And now I feel that the sequel far surpasses the original.
The ultimate sex scene here is ‘just’ a handjob. I’m the author, I’m the god of the characters’ universe, I can make them have the most insane balls-to-the-wall sex, if I want. But what makes a story good is restraint, not every erotica needs to end with a giant debauched cum-covered sex orgy explosion.
Yoga pants are hot. A lot of my characters wear yoga pants. Claudia is their queen.
Of all the stories I’ve written, this may be my favorite. It hits on so many things I like — the narrative starting mid-sex, a powerful woman character, love, threesomes, witty dialogue. I wish all my stories were this good.
Readers on reddit really loved this story, and have requested sequels several times. I think that comes from the harem aspect — a harem of characters who all had well-defined, unique personalities. It took many drafts to get it this way, but maybe one day I’ll write another chapter.
This story saw some heavy re-writes during drafting, specifically in the introduction and the third sex scene. It was important to me that I nail the interaction with the business partner. While not a sexy part of the story, it’s required to set up what type of clientele a spa like this would cater towards, and help make this story something more than just a guy getting fucked mindlessly by a string of attractive women.
The third sex scene’s revisions stemmed from that originally, the girls fed him this huge meal. But then that led to issues of hygiene, a topic which isn’t sexy at all, and I intentionally avoid mentioning as much as I can get away with.
This took some honing, getting the characters right, making their motivations consistent and believable while still allowing Kenzie to seduce her own uncle. Her competitiveness works, I think, but I’m afraid she still comes off as a ditz.
This story, right when you think it ends, jumps hard to the left and takes you on a whole new chapter. The original concept didn’t include that ending, but when I drafted up what is now the first part of the story, it ended without feeling like we’d done our characters justice. So that’s why we meet up with them again.
To be honest, I’m a little bit baffled by people’s interest in milking tables. I wrote this story to try to understand the appeal. Seeing as it ends far away from the table in question, I still think I don’t quite get it.
I’ve written about infidelity in the past, but something about this story struck a nerve and generated some nasty messages. I think this story might be too realistic.
Whereas this story is not realistic at all. It’s a ridiculous scenario that’s barely believable, but it was fun to write. This idea bounced around my skull for a long time before I ever typed the story out.
Oh, hey step-brother, I didn’t see you there.
And, ah yes, another photography-themed story.
Man, I loved writing Liz’s dialogue. I just took my subconscious off the leash and let my fingers wander the keyboard. I didn’t know where this story would go when I started it.
For most of these, before I start writing, I come up with the scenario and a general idea of where things will go (e.g. young mom hits man with her car, is too helpful in her offers of assistance). I knew I wanted Liz to be a rambler, the type that’s starved for adult attention. However, the rest of Liz’s personality quirks weren’t planned ahead, and only came out when I was writing. Making this a bondage story at all was a spur-of-the-moment decision.
This story originally took place on Thanksgiving. But I was editing the final draft during Easter, and so swapped it out.
Closing notes
I’m not stopping writing. I will probably slow down some, though — even I’m amazed at how many weeks in a row I was able to keep pumping out new stories. It’s all for fun, and serious fun requires serious dedication, so I’ve been working on being a better writer. I have no goal more specific than that, but as long as you all keep enjoying them, I’ll keep sharing them.
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Just ran into your site a few weeks back. I love your stories. To boldly go…. reminds me of a science fiction novel, or was it a short story where a man comes back to earth and finds it.. nothing but women, and clones to boot. as per usual, chaos breaks out after all, we are only human. Last Man and select women eventually escape and come back decades later and ship has instructions to not let anyone in unless they can visibly prove they are male. Wish I could remember the author and title. But your story is better.. obviously.
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I used Google books to search for it, it might be a James Tiptree Jr. (Alice Shelton) story. Or it could be someone else. Read a lot remember most of it but its a disorganized mess in my brain. Women writers are, for the most part, better writers. Oh I like plenty of both sexes (OK All sexes, given the subject matter). Thanks again for the trove of great stories.
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Thank you! I love hearing what people connect with.
Any time I touch into scifi it’s important to me that the scenario at least abide by its own internal logic. I’ve read a lot of scifi literature — although not the story you mention — including some short stories which have a serious (non-erotica) treatment of the “one man and many women” scenario. And those scenarios break down naturally as the reality of the situation is not as it is in fantasy.
But for my story, erotica was the point 🙂 I worked through the logic until I think I addressed every potential plot hole. The Star Trek tropes were there to speed along storytelling — by describing the ship in a way that Star Trek fans could identify with I could save story space on details that weren’t important to me, and concentrate the storytelling on how humanity got to the point where women and men are literally at war.
I’ll have to check out that Sheldon/Tiptree story, it sounds interesting!
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I enjoyed this look behind the scenes. Many of your stories rank among the top shorts I’ve read, and I’ve read quite a few! I try to not get too distracted upon release each week (no pun intended), but sometimes that first sentence preview on my email notification draws me in, and I can’t stop reading. Thanks for sharing your gift!
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