This is an interactive story. I’ll be writing short bits and then asking for input from readers about where it should go next. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Emily stood at the entryway to the building with the address from the back of the condom. It was 7:57…
This is an interactive story. I’ll be writing short bits and then asking for input from readers about where it should go next. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 There was a warm breeze, and it felt heavenly against Emily’s skin. They stood on the balcony, overlooking the downtown street, buzzing…
This is an interactive story. I’ll be writing short bits and then asking for input from readers about where it should go next. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 It was cluttered. That was the first thing she noticed about his apartment. But it was a clutter that felt…right somehow…comfortable. And immediately she…
This is an interactive story. I’ll be writing short bits and then asking for input from readers about where it should go next. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 The inside of the old theatre had been completely redone since she’d visited last. The red velvet chairs and curtain now shone brightly and promised plushness…
This is an interactive story. I’ll be writing short bits and then asking for input from readers about where it should go next. Part 1 Part 2 Three days later, she noticed her note was gone, and in its place was a piece of paper folded multiple times. Emily carefully removed the yellow tack, but,…
This is an interactive story. I’ll be writing short bits and then asking for input from readers about where it should go next. Read Part 1 First It took Emily a few days of letting the questions worry in her mind, rolling over like sharp stones in a river until they were smooth and found…
This is an interactive story. I’ll be writing short bits and then asking for input from readers about where it should go next. It was a dreary week in February when she started to notice them. The first was on a bulletin board by the door of the little coffee shop she owned. A poem,…
“Well, that’s the last file, closed up and put away for the night, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you before I head home?” She spoke with an air of professionalism, tinged with familiarity. “No, Lora, that’ll be all. See you in the morning. The Smiths tend to be early, so I’ll…
(I forgot how much I liked this story, so I went ahead and recorded it for my Erotic Bedtime Stories podcast, and I’m reposting it here for your holiday enjoyment.) It was a very gray day, indeed. Rain beat against the roof in fits and starts, sending Edward into a reverie of a time…
It’s been awhile since I wrote a short story, so it only makes perfect sense that my first story in months be absolutely terrible…on purpose! Takes a bit of the pressure off, eh? Anyhow, as I considered what I might write for the #EuphOff Christmas Edition, I couldn’t stop thinking about those naughty little elves…
Her skin warmed from beneath, and she instantly became subconscious, knowing a furious blush was giving her away. “My wife, ladies and gentleman,” he was all teeth and devilish grin as he led the audience in a rousing applause, and all eyes fell directly upon her. She hated this sort of attention, but there was…