This super hot story about fucking the boss is written and read by Robyn, of RobynEatsEverything.

“I’ve always thought your tits would be great to fuck.” His breath is hot in my ear as he whispers this; hot with North London beer, fags, and arrogance.

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This gorgeously impulsive fuck is written and read by Molly Moore.

“Quick!” she said as she took my hand and pulled me into the cubicle with her latching the door behind her and quick she was, a flurry of hands and bodies, her lips on mine as she pressed me up against the wall. Her tongue snaking into my mouth, her kisses urgent and demanding, her body pressing into mine, grinding up against me as if she just couldn’t get enough of me.

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Today’s guest blog is something a little different: an extract from a book by Gloria Sync, who writes queer life-affirming sex-positive erotic magical fiction. Her first book – Swinella – is published independently by Dirty Sexy Words (click that link to grab a copy!) so to introduce it properly, I’ll hand over to the publisher Zak Jane Keir…

“About a year ago, I read Swinella for the first time. I was the first person, other than the author, to read it and it absolutely blew me away. I thought back then that everyone else needed to meet Swinella, that this was a character and a story whose time has come, and that seems even more the case now…”

Swinella is a bestiamorph, one of a small percentage of people whose sexual predilections manifest themselves as animal characteristics during adolescence. Follow pig-girl Swinella’s curly tail as she leaves her small-town origins behind and heads for Hamden Town, a kaleidoscopic London neighbourhood where teenage tribes, music, self-expression and sexual freedom collide in a dizzying whirlwind of endless possibility. Set in a parallel world in nineteen eighty three, with a supporting cast of cat-girl dominatrixes, dog-boy skinheads, witches, demons, rabbits and goats, Swinella is the filthiest, funniest and most heart-warming book you’ll read all year.

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It took twelve journeys in the end. I only got fined on three of them, but still – three hundred quid is a pretty hefty blow. Worth it though, to find the guy. The one train guard who’d let me off a fare in exchange for a grope of my tits and a sloppy face-fuck.

This one’s erotic fiction, obviously. I wrote it while I was on a train, which is why that train line gets a mention, but I assure you the guard was incredibly polite and I slammed my laptop shut at light-speed when he came to check my (valid) ticket. Note that this story might contain elements of coercion, if it weren’t for the carefully-written thousand-word intro that I stuck on the front of it to make it a bit more consensual. Feel free to ignore it if you like the non-con/dub-con stuff, or revel in it if you like your stories more consensual and your heroines more gleefully slutty. 

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I often get asked if writing turns me on, or how often/whether I wank when I’m composing something. The answer is ‘sometimes’ – honestly, most of the time, if it’s a story I’m retelling that involves an especially hot real-life fuck or a fantasy I’ve nurtured for a while. But this week’s guest blogger has a far more vivid and delicious answer to that question. Please welcome RalpH_himself (who you can find here on Mastodon or Fetlife) who’s here to show you what the sweet agony of writing erotica is like…

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