Author Archives: Kate

Kate is a currently retired filth-monger, with twenty years of erotic writing under her belt – proof that you don't always have to write what you know. She knows her way around a Doxy, a penis, and a simile. Her major influences are historical undergarments, baked goods, retro porn, Alan Bennett, and the music of George Formby. She plays the ukulele (badly) and lives in The North(TM). You can buy her books on Amazon, but all the best stuff is available for free on her website www.lessonsinkate.com

Wedding belle blues – Bridesmaid degrading herself

This intensely hot story about a bridesmaid degrading herself is written by Kate, and originally appeared on her website. It is read here by Girl on the Net, and it contains themes of degradation.

“He’ll never love you,” she said weakly to her reflection – a vision with puffy red eyes and crumbs of mascara peppered around them like funereal glitter. Her flushed chest matched the crimson hue of her eyelids. The bridesmaid’s dress, which had once held her like a lover and accentuated the curve of the arse that the groom had fucked the night before his engagement party, now hung a little less naughtily, gaping where her hunched shoulders diminished the volume of her breasts, threatening to be exposed by the dress, that was now sizes too big.

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The lodger – “You filthy little tart”

This gleefully filthy erotic fiction is written by Kate, and originally appeared on her website. It is read here by Girl on the Net. 

There’s four of us at the breakfast table – the father, the son, the mother and me. Well, I say four, it’s three – the father, the son and me – the mother is making breakfast like a dutiful housewife and the son gets packed off to school sharpish, leaving the father and the mother and me. His and hers dressing gowns. She balked at my ill-fitting t shirt from some summer festival in ’75. I was a child, then. She didn’t know me, then. Whoever bought this t shirt bought it for a boyfriend or lover who turned out rotten so to the thrift shop it went and I scooped it up and sleep in it, after a boil wash.

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A song of filth and sweetness – erotic poetry

This gorgeous erotic poetry/song is written by Kate, and it originally appeared on her website. 

A love like this, where your words pierce heart-shaped wounds into my flesh, is the only love.

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Feedback loop – Sharing his girlfriend

A guy discusses sharing his girlfriend with a friend. This gorgeous erotica, in which a woman fantasises about a guy sharing her, is by Kate. It is read aloud by Girl on the Net.

I once had a daydream that a man I didn’t fancy but wanted to fuck pretty badly, and my partner who I loved more fervently than the moon loves the sun, discussed the quality of my blow jobs behind my back, in the middle of a party.

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