I’m selling one giant ebook with pretty much everything in it. Six novellas and 40+ short stories including some stories I haven’t been able to sell before because of Amazon’s content restrictions, some old old stories that are a little raw but definitely fun reads, a couple of non-erotica stories that I hope you will find charming, and a few surprises. It’s a little under 250,000 words.
This collection can’t go on Amazon because it contains a lot of very taboo stories that Amazon doesn’t allow, including fantasy stories about incest (daddy/daughter and brother/sister), non-consent/drunk, etc.
I’m asking 20 bucks for this, but it’s a lot of smut!
tl;dr You can get all my stories and a bunch of stuff not on this site for $20 or more if you want to support me extra.
Purchase the Omnibus Writing Dirty Collection: $20 via PayPal
Step-Sister’s Secret (Novella)
That Sort of Thing (Novella)
Disappearing Penny (Novella)
His Step-Daughter’s Little Pink Phone (Novella)
Renting a Girl from the Mall, Part 1 – Attitude (Novella)
Renting a Girl from the Mall, Part 2 – BFF (Novella)
The Sea and Dreams
A Meal of You
Little Girl Lost
Ménage à Text
In the Park
The Wrong Smith Girl
Breaking Up The Band
Two Girls Under Covers
Like a Sister
The Secret I Couldn’t Keep
Betty the Bruiser
What’s in a Name?
Slow Summer Heat
She missed his wall; his hall. That place he always threw her against when she came into his apartment.
She missed feeling small and afraid. She’d grown up too much, become too jaded, too brave to feel so little.
She missed the anxiety and hunger she felt walking down his block. She missed his pretty cock. She missed the fear that was particular to being in his elevator.
The fear wasn’t about what he’d do to her, she knew he would hurt her and fuck her and use her like a doll. The fear was that she wouldn’t be good enough, tough enough, pretty enough.
All those fears went away when she was against his wall.
She didn’t cover her scars or chubby parts because he would only slap her hands away. She didn’t have time to be embarrassed about her razor burn or that her roots were showing, because she was too busy blushing about the dirty names he called her. She would fall into the whirlpool of humiliation and pleasure and dizzy confusion.
She didn’t have time to apologize because his cock was in her mouth.
She longed for all of it all.
And more than that she knew some other girl was in that hall, against that wall. His thick cock was inside of someone new and his hand was around someone else’s throat.
Perhaps it was strange that the longing could make her come so easily. Remembering that wall in that hall was almost as potent as thinking of another girls face, mascara running down her cheek, pressed against the wall as he fucked her. The humiliation and the jealousy and the heartbreak were poisons and aphrodisiacs.
The sadness kept her wet all day.