Femme’s Erotica

stockings-jacket-typewriter-kneesWelcome to the home of my erotic fiction. I have been writing erotica for about 10 years now, and while it’s been a wonderful outlet for expressing my sexuality, the most fun is how many people write to tell me that my stories made them think and feel, not just obsessively reach for the vibrator. 😉

Anais Nin is my hero. I was once commissioned by a man to write him naughty stories about an assassin who kills men by strangling them with her pantyhose-clad legs. His responses to my work were generally to talk more about the anatomy of the sex scenes and ignore the ‘complex’ language and storytelling elements. I read this letter, from Anais Nin to the “Collector” who effectively paid for Delta of Venus, the week after I turned down an offer to write more stories for my own “collector.” I never again regretted that choice.

You do not know what you are missing by your microscopic examination of sexual activity to the exclusion of others, which are the fuel that ignites it. Intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. This is what gives sex its surprising textures, its subtle transformations, its aphrodisiac elements. You are shrinking your world of sensations. You are withering it, starving it, draining its blood.


We have sat around for hours and wondered how you look. If you have closed your senses around silk, light, color, odor, character, temperament, you must by now be completely shriveled up. There are so many minor senses, all running like tributaries into the mainstream of sex, nourishing it. Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.

I will be opening up comments on the stories soon, to allow my audience to offer their own thoughts and feelings on each piece. But I’m waiting until I have more of the site up and running, and I have time to police them properly.

There are two main things I ask of anyone who would like to offer feedback on a story.

  1. Please do not just post your own story (which includes your tale of exactly how you pleasured yourself to the narrative) in the comments. If you have a story to tell, head over to Literotica. I will be taking guest writers in the future – but again when the site is further along and I can set up that process.
  2. Be respectful of everyone. Sex-negativity will not be tolerated. Any sincere attempt to troll, harass, or degrade another person for talking about their own (consenting adult involved) sexual fetishes and proclivities, will be met with swift and decisive response. This is not a public forum, it is my domain. I will do my level best to maintain a place of free expression, and I will not tolerate people who intentionally interfere with that expression. Body shaming, gender shaming, orientation shaming… Let’s just shaming in general will not be tolerated.

He stood fast, knowing her body and its movement in this space like it was a dance. He planted his feet carefully among the roots, put her leg over her his shoulder again, and pulled her face up to meet his. When she met his eyes, he held them there for just a second, their gazes locked. Then he watched her lips part, her eyes slam shut and her head fling back as he once again forced himself as deeply into her has he could go.


He held her tight as she came, for what felt like hours. Her hips bucked, her back arched, her pelvis bore down on his fingers, and he never stopped touching her for a moment. The orgasm just kept pulsing through her, as she squirted just a tiny bit. Then finally with a wrenching sob, her grip on his hair became unrelenting and he felt his face fully crammed against her, as she hit one more peak and then slowly began to ebb.

A Whole New Perspective

The way her eyes darkened, as I imagined touching her, pushed me to see just how far I could push her. I forgot about my meal, and even the people in the diner, who might just have been beginning to notice the flushing of her skin. I closed my mind and focused on the memory of her skin.

Can You Hear Me?

She nipped at my ear lobe, before position her lips for another whispered comment, “Do you even know how badly you don’t want me to stop?” I realized I hadn’t, until she’d pointed it out. Part of me wanted her to keep doing exactly what she was doing, and much more. Part of me wanted to just have her, right here, right now, and to hell with who saw us.

Don’t Think… Breathe…

The only thing Paige was aware of was that she had just seen brightly colored lights when this man had entered her, and she felt like she was dying and coming to life all at once. Behind her, he made another guttural noise, also overwhelmed by the pleasure of their bodies fitting together.

And Not a Drop to Drink

Being inside of her was exquisite torture, and he knew he wouldn’t last long unless he slowed down. She refused to allow it.

The Mix-up

She froze. Her silk scarves; that’s what he had used to tie her to the bed. And they were knotted carefully, with just enough give to be comfortable, but not enough to allow her to work them loose.

Taken by Her Midnight Lover