(a day in the life) Phiona was working on her latest novel. It was late. She was hunched over the laptop, staring at the screen, struggling with writer’s block. She would occasionally pound the desk or pull at her hair. Charles watched her, silently, from the doorway. After a few minutes, he called to her,… Continue reading Charles & Phiona
Category: Miscellaneous
Stuff not related to a specific character.
Night and her Lover
She only came to him at night, after the sun had set, after he was done with work.
Soaring
There are some bad practices here. I need to fix that. I’ve learned things since this was written.
Symphony in B(ody) Major
Author’s Note: The second poem I wrote for my friend Ever_Longing.
Concerto in Body Major
Author’s Note: This is a poem(ish) I wrote for a friend, once upon a long ago. Ever Longing, my friend, if you ever happen to see this, please know I still think about you at times and I truly hope you have found your Symphonic Conductor by now.
Another Random Snippet
The instructions were simple, “Remove your clothing, fold it neatly and put it all into the empty drawer in the nightstand; then lie upon the bed and wait for me.”She did as the letter instructed, and in searching for the empty drawer, she first found one filled with the instruments of pleasure and pain. She… Continue reading Another Random Snippet
Random Writings
Author Notes: I found this in drafts “as-is” with some other stuff, it sounds like it’s part of something else, but I can’t connect it with anything, so it’s just getting tagged as a Work in Progress. Maybe it was connected to something I ended up trashing?
Vampires Aren’t Real
She looked at him with lust-filled eyes. He stood about 6’2″, with long, flowing hair, almost as dark as ebony. His eyes were a fascinating mix of browns and greens, with golden flecks. They pierced her to the core when he fixed his gaze back at her and locked onto her eyes. She felt a… Continue reading Vampires Aren’t Real
The Journey of Us
This is a Work in Progress. I don’t know where the story is going yet.
It was originally supposed to be Cyberpunk erotica, but the story that started spilling out was certainly neither. In many ways, the story of this person’s history is my own struggle with being genderfluid. And their story is a fantasy of where I kinda wish current technology was.
Amy
Author’s Note: The is mostly posted as written, with only minimal edits. It’s also one of my first writings in the erotica/smut genre (circa 2011.) I’ve never gone back and tweaked the content. I probably should.