Adult Writers Den

1/08/10 What a night! Started off in Moodys( 'cos it's cheap) then Reflections( 'cos it's bangin) then we went to the Bank( cos it's shit but the queue for Reflex is terrible). Lots of cute[…]

Oh Daddy, part 1, My Letter to Daddy Sometime the pain from my health problems disrupts my routine; however, I do not let it rule my whole day. Like today, I’m up way too early[…]

My name is Gary Asher, I’m a professional photographer. I have a small, but profitable, studio in down town Chicago. Because of the nature of my business, I, sometimes, work with the most beautiful women[…]

Hi my name is Sarah and I would like to tell you a story that I have never told anyone before mainly because it happened between my younger brother and I, he was 15 yrs[…]

If you are against father/daughter sex involving a fictional 12 year old girl, do not read this story. Otherwise, enjoy. – Skeletons in the Closet —- – — Jack sighed heavily in laziness as he[…]

We were laying in bed talking, I had just got done fucking her for all I was worth. Everytime I fuck her now I think of Mike and Rob double stuffing her. The look on[…]

Mixed Metaphors XII It was Sunday morning; four am when Becky got out of bed and cruised the front room like a morning watch police officer looking for bodies and various types of damage. Everyone[…]

Earlier that day. I was playing the new video game that had just came out for the next generation console. I had no idea what was to be in store for me besides playing the[…]

Trying to improve re-edited version. 7/7/14 Riding Jenny the story of a friend’s daughter I give a motorcycle ride to. That turns into a wild fuck fest. /> I rode my motorcycle over to a[…]

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I think of then, Warm memories preserved by time. How long has it been, These memories I commited to rhyme? To read these lyrics from then, And remember what I once desired. To clasp the[…]

"The syllable pattern for haiku is five-seven-five, so– Aaron, are you paying attention?" Mr. Harrison halted and gave me a stern look. He was a stodgy old guy, but he was usually nice enough.  "Yeah,[…]

The drive had been long, the traffic heavy, and the car's radio her sole companion. Understandably, Donna Howell was weary. Add the facts that she had slept restlessly the previous night, had left much later[…]

All I could think about was how hot it was today and just how cold it was yesterday; the heavy winds that had blown my Walmart bag across the parking lot as my friends had[…]

I'm sitting in class, and I can't seem to pay the least bit of attention to the what the professor is saying. It's incredibly boring and I think the professor is very good looking… I[…]

My dreams that night were weird and erratic. Everything was coloured red and I kept seeing flashes of skin of my dad. Weird tastes in my mouth and feelings in my stomach. I would wake[…]