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alitd-coverSo yeah.

I wrote a short story.

Well, I’ve written a lot of short stories, but this one was actually for a good cause.

Over a year ago I was asked to contribute to an anthology for Writing Out Child Abuse. So I did. Sadly, I am always in my own little world, so I didn’t do the advertising that I should have. So anyhoo, you all should buy this book, and tell everyone you know to buy it too. If you wonder which story I wrote, you can pretend my pen name is Phoebe Valois. I expect all of you to give me your opinions. So there.


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Straight Smut

Sorry to all my non-straight readers who’ve been waiting for more smut. I must appeal to everybody, so this time it’s gonna be a him and her. ūüėČ Don’t worry, I’ll do more sometime…

Beth felt a hand slide up under her men’s t-shirt she always wore to bed. The¬†callousness of his hand¬† dragged across the skin of her¬†breasts roughly, and the sensation drew her out of her sleepy haze. She stayed still, relishing the feeling of his touch; then she felt him slide down from his spot next to her until his head rested on her belly. He had told her once he could feel her heartbeat quicken when he rested there. She¬†ran her fingers through¬†his hair sleepily as he slid his arm underneath her, bringing his face closer to the spot between her thighs.

His lips brushed the sensitive spot on her inner thigh, and then her other thigh. He kissed the lowest part of her belly, and the spot at the bottom of her ribs. His breath on her skin sent chills up her body, and she shivered involuntarily. Her nipples were hard now, and his fingers pinched one of them, softly at first. He exerted more pressure until he heard her gasp.

He smiled in the dark, and replaced his head on her belly. His hand slid down her body again and then between her legs. She was wet already, and he lightly ran his fingers over her mound. She moved slightly, trying to get him to apply more pressure, but his hand wandered to her thigh. Her hands, still in his hair, tried to force his head lower, but he resisted. His fingers moved back up, this time parting her outer lips, and he pressed down on her clit before sliding his fingers into her.

Her heart began to beat faster, and he relished in¬†the sound of it against his ear as he worked his fingers in and out. Beth’s hips moved with his fingers, her body tensing. He was hard already from listening to her whimpers, and he lowered his head so he could taste her. A flick of his tongue was enough to send her over the edge.

Sidenote: I decided just now that lesbian S&M smut is much more fun to write.


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Smut Part Deux

A continuation to Smut-R-Us

Linnea shivered from the sensation of Jess’s intensely¬†intimate hold on her. She dared not move; the teasing Jess had inflicted on her was already so excruciating, if she struggled she knew that Jess would only prolong the torment. She remained still, silently longing for Jess to quicken her fingers, hoping that she had had enough.

Instead, Linnea cried out in desperation when she felt Jess pull her hand away. The empty feeling was too much for Linnea;¬†she begged Jess for release,¬†grinding helplessly as the weight of Jess’s body pressed down on her.

Jess’s hands slid up Linnea’s sides to her front, and then she was pinching her tits roughly. Linnea felt Jess sink her teeth into the tender spot between her neck and shoulder, and she sobbed with desire.¬†Jess began moving her hips back and forth, and Linnea slowed her frantic movements to try to match Jess’s. Jess bit down again, and¬†her breath came quicker and more ragged. Her fingers released Linnea’s tits, and her nails dug into the soft skin of Linnea’s belly as she reached climax. Her gutteral moans¬† were music to Linnea’s ears, and though she was still blindfolded, Linnea tipped her head back, searching for Jess’s lips. She was met with the coppery taste of¬†her own blood, and¬†she drank deeply of Jess’s kisses, starved.

Jess pushed Linnea’s face away roughly.

“No.” Jess’s voice was sharp. “You¬†get what I give, not what you can take.”

Linnea’s breath quickened when she felt Jess slide down. Her sense of touch was heightened considerably because she couldn’t see, and she felt Jess’s nipples graze her buttocks, and then she shuddered when Jess’s tongue darted against her clit, and then into her cunt.

Jess slid her tongue in and out of Linnea, tasting the sweet juices that dripped freely. She gripped Linnea’s ass tightly with both hands as she brought her closer to orgasm, but just as Linnea’s cries grew louder and her muscles tensed, Jess pulled herself away once more.

“You must learn patience, my pet.”


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