Erotic Fiction…not so plain, and not so simple
Woman Jogging

Transgressive Erotica

He felt wild with indecision as she moved closer and closer. If he was going to do it, he had no choice but to strike now.

CW: Rape Fantasy

The cold, wet air felt good in her lungs as she ran down her driveway and turned left, following the perfectly smooth suburban sidewalk all the way to the park. …

Transgressive Thursday

The innocuous request that got me into this sounded something like, “I’d love to take you back to my place and play you a tune,” doled out above the din of mediocre bar bluegrass and honeyed with a South Texas drawl.

I imagined a dusty record collection or a beat-up…

Transgressive Thursdays

Guests milled, weaving invisible paths on the wood floor. Grace followed their feet with her eyes, careful not to move. The metal rod was uncomfortably deep in her ass, and even the slightest movement backward inspired sharp intakes of breath. She’d been standing there, as still as possible, for over…

A handful of packages set under the tree and, with a deep breath against a spread palm, a sprinkle of sparkling dust flew into the air above it all.

On the rocks. Not like a drink, which is exactly what she needed right now. No… on the rocks… as in having serious difficulties — likely to crash and burn. That’s where their marriage was right now: sliding down an embankment with no happy ending in sight.

But, to avoid…

Misted hand print

Supernatural Erotic Tale

She found her legs being willed apart by some unseen force

It had been a shitty evening. A blind date gone terribly south. Rain. Cold. Blisters in too high heels. But, the blinking neon signs lifted Samantha’s spirits as shiny baubles did many other women. A drink would help. Just one before she went upstairs to her quiet, empty apartment. It…

Short Story

The doll rested safely and, dare Jessica believe…contentedly…against her heart for the rest of the afternoon.

Her skin was like coal, dark black and ashy in places, so dry she looked as if a stiff wind would blow her away like a mound of sand in a hot desert. She spoke in a whisper as Jessica passed.


She might have missed it any other day…


It was a one-word command that lifted her from concentration on her work.

He was behind her, his hands around her neck, fingers pressing into her collarbone, before she had a chance to respond.

“You need to put it away. It’s time.”

“But, I have just one more email…”…

Rebecca couldn’t help glancing occasionally at the subtle bulge, wondering at the size of him. As he read, her gaze swam slow laps between his lips and the pleated shadows beneath his belt.

Michael Parks was relaxed and confident before this crowd, smiling easily and gesturing with his hands. His…

Woman in driving seat of car


She slid her skirt to her waist, spread her legs, lifting one knee against the gear-shift

Misty gave her directive, “Call. Dave. Home,” and the car’s bluetooth obliged…”Calling Dave. Home.”

“Yell-o…’sup, hon?”



“Just stuck in traffic, bored outta my mind.”

“Ahhh…lookin’ for some action, eh?”


“I could probably swing somethin’.”

“Oh, yeah?”


“Like what?”

“Like…where are you?”

“Near exit 277. But, we’re…

Brigit Delaney

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