Introduction and Background

 

There is a site far, far, away where I have posted stories for over 23 years. They hold an annual 750-word challenge, so for fun I decided to enter as many categories as I could. They have 33 categories for stories, and I achieved 26.

 

The categories cover a wide variety of topics, so at the start of each story, I have detailed which category they were entered in, along with a brief description.

 

Additionally, I have given a summary below of all categories with details of my entries/non-entries to assist you in deciding what categories you may or may not want to read.

 

With regards to the order of the stories; the categories below are in alphabetical order so the stories follow that same order.

 

 

Anal - The butt, and nothing but

1. No Kids - A young couple find an alternative to avoid pregnancy

 

Audio - Erotic audio stories, sexy sounds & more

No chance, and they sound rubbish

 

BDSM - Bondage, D/s, and other power games

2. The Collaring - Collaring day is a very special day in the scene

 

Chain Stories - Collaborations between authors

No entry as this was my little project

 

Crossdressing - Tales of gender exploration, drag, and the joy of dressing up

3. My Old Dress - Wife catches husband dressing in her clothes

 

Erotic Couplings - Wild one-on-one consensual sex

4. How Much Time - Frantic fast sex before they are caught by 'him'

 

Erotic Horror Bizarre, shocking, scary, and sometimes sexy.

5. The Ring - An old ring connects the woman giving a blow job to the man.

 

Exhibitionist & Voyeur - Watching, and being watched

6. His Caribbean Paradise - A couple goes to the Caribbean, where she is blacked as he watches.

 

Fan Fiction & Celebrities - Parodies & erotic fan fiction about famous people

7. Magic Mouth (Withdrawn) - I did enter this category, but it is not permitted under this site’s publishing rules.

 

Fetish - Feet, panties, food, and other kinky things

8. Broken Resolution - Man gets caught watching porn online, so his wife pegs him

 

First Time - Memories & stories of people's first times

9. The Affair - A woman meets a lesbian for the 1st time to have an affair

 

Gay Male - Men loving men

10. Brief Encounter - A straight man explores his gay side for the first time.

 

Group Sex - Orgies, swingers, and others

11. First Swing - A couple take their first step into swinging with a swap

 

How To... - Advice and suggestions from our readers/authors

12...Write a sex scene - Some communication considerations when writing a sex scene

 

Humor & Satire - A humorous take on all things sex

13.Dreaming of a Silver Screen - Only film quotes are allowed unless you are having sex

 

Illustrated - Erotica with accompanying original visual artwork

No entry as I can just about draw stick men, and even then, not well

 

Interracial Love - It's all black & white, and white & Asian, and...

14. Her Caribbean Paradise – A couple goes on holiday to the Caribbean, where she is blacked

 

Lesbian Sex - Women who love other women

15. School Reunion - Two women meet after 20 years, and one seduces the other

 

Letters & Transcripts - Fictional erotic correspondence

No entry as 750 words didn’t allow enough time to develop so no entry

 

Loving Wives - Married extra-marital fun: swinging, sharing & more

16. One and One make Three - A wife gives her husband the 3-some he has always wanted

 

Mature - May / December lust & love affairs

17. Yellow Sundress - An older woman in a yellow sundress has sex with a student

 

Mind Control - Erotic hypnosis and mind control

18. Money Well Spent Hypnotist implants a trigger word, making a housewife sex mad

 

Non-English - Erotic stories in other languages.

No Entry – According to my editor I struggle enough with English at times.

 

Non-Erotic - Fiction without a sexual focus

19. The Scars May Heal - A gunfight results in the death of a lover

 

NonHuman - Aliens, ghosts, androids, and more

20. Home Help - A man brings home an android to replace his wife

 

Novels and Novellas - Erotic fiction with a broader scope

No Entry - In 750 words...get real

 

Reluctance/NonConsent - Fantasies of control

No Entry as this is a genre I don’t really like and have always struggled with

 

Reviews & Essays - Your take on art, films, & all things sexual

21. Interview with a Shadow - A fictional FAQ interview with the author

 

Romance - Drama, love, risk, and happily-ever-afters

22. See You Tomorrow - A couple still in love after many years, despite problems

 

Sci-Fi & Fantasy - Erotic tales set in futuristic or fantastic worlds

23. Barcode - In a dystopian future, all have barcodes, one girl changes hers

 

Taboo/Incest - Keeping it in the family

24. Mother’s Help - Mother helps her son after he dislocates his shoulder

 

Toys & Masturbation - Battery-operated vegetables, etc

25. Cream Dreams - When times are tough, being a cam girl seems like the only choice.

 

Transgender - Trans love, lust, sex & self-discovery

26. The Bermuda Triangle Bar - Man meets someone he thinks is a woman in a bar.

 

I would like to express my thanks to my editor RF Fast, who helped me produce these stories.

 

 

1.No Kids

 

This story was entered in the category Anal - The butt, and nothing but

 

Below the ***** line is exactly 750 words.

 

*****

 

“I am not starting a family, and I am not going on the pill.”

 

I looked at Kathy, my live-in girlfriend, who was sitting naked on the bed with her arms folded. We had shared the apartment since entering our final year at university last October and got on well apart from our regular argument about using condoms. I hated them as I found them a mood killer and annoying. We enjoyed oral, and she was good at it, swallowing everything I had to offer but it just wasn’t the same.

 

“What about the rhythm method or withdrawal?” I said trying to keep the pleading from my voice.

 

“How effective do you think that is?” she laughed, “It’s why there are so many Catholics in the world.”

 

I knew I was defeated but consoled myself that at least I would get an excellent blow job and then cuddle afterwards to enjoy the contact.

 

“There is a possible solution,” she said slyly. “I have been talking to Keith and he had a suggestion.” Keith was her gay friend. Although I didn't realise, they talked about their love lives. “He suggested anal.”

 

I wasn’t sure what I was hearing, “So you are saying that you are willing to take me in your butt?”

 

“Well Keith does and he says it's great.”

 

“Men are built differently,” I said, trying to keep the eagerness from my voice and not wanting to dissuade her. I thought I had died and gone to heaven, this was something I had asked others before Kathy, but had always been denied, now I was actually being offered it.

 

“Women can have anal orgasms you know,” Kathy said with that look that told me she had researched this. “I have gel,” she said producing a tube, “and I have made sure I have douched thoroughly.”

 

“Oh my god,” I thought, “she really has prepped for this.”

 

“I know it will hurt a little bit, but I have practised with a butt plug.”

 

Fuck, I was sure I was dreaming and surreptitiously pinched myself to check.

 

Kathy crawled over to me and started to stroke my cock that was so hard it was aching, “You will be gentle with me, won’t you?”

 

“Of course I will.”

 

“Good and if we enjoy, we can do it again.”

 

With that she rolled onto all fours and presented her beautiful round peach of an ass for inspection. Leaning forward I gently parted her cheeks and ran my tongue over her anal opening drawing a long moan from her. I started to tongue fuck her ass while reaching under to rub her clit, but found she had already started on herself. Squeezing some gel onto a finger I slowly inserted it, feeling her tight hole grip me like a flesh vice. As I twisted my finger, around and around, then in and out I kept chanting the mantra in my head, “go slow.” I felt her relax and adding more gel slowly inserted a second finger making her groan loudly.

 

“Should I stop?” I said concerned but her response was a long drawn-out “No.”

 

Pulling my fingers out I squirted a generous amount on my cock and coated my shaft. I could see her fingers working overtime on her clit and moving her to the edge of the bed, I stood to give myself control of my movements. I placed the head at her opening and whispered softly, “Push back when you are ready.”

 

She lifted her head, her back horizontal, and pushed back then yelped as the head slipped in. I kept still, letting her set the pace and felt her push again, taking me deeper. She kept up the push then stop, then push again, until I was fully home. Holding my cock deep in her ass I stroked her spine to help her relax. Then I heard the words that nearly sent me over the edge, “Fuck... my... slutty... ass.”

 

Pulling out, I slipped back in a slow steady pace, gradually increasing my speed. As I fucked, she encouraged me by begging me to fuck her harder and faster. When she lifted her head, screaming in orgasm I felt her grip my cock tightly making me pump my seed into her bowels. Still embedded, we fell to the bed panting with sated lust.

 

“Was that good for you?” I asked lying on her back waiting for my heart to stop racing.

 

“That was wonderful,” she purred, “when can we do it again?”

 

2.The Collaring

 

This story was entered in the category BDSM - Bondage, D/s, and other power games

 

Below the ***** line is exactly 750 words.

 

*****

 

She stood staring out of the French windows of the suite of the small boutique hotel nestled in the countryside. The gardens were empty but had anyone been there they would have seen a naked 21-year-old woman with a body that many would die for. She wasn’t skinny, nor overweight but as her Master said, she had curves in all the right places.

 

Both nipples were pierced through and connected by a thin silver chain with a blue topaz at either end. Master Rob had given her the jewelled chain when they had first started becoming serious about their relationship, signifying it was the collar of consideration. A matching jewel was hidden in the folds of her labia where the silver ring pierced through her clitoris.

 

Her pubic area was hairless having been freshly waxed the day before, and she could still feel the pleasant tingle caused by the small hairs being torn from her body. She laughed softly as Master Rob often remarked that she had grown to be a pain slut since they had been together.

 

She ran her hand over her smooth mons, feeling her pulse quicken, then stayed her fingers as she was forbidden to cum until after the ceremony. Glancing to the desk she smiled as she looked at the black collar that until last night had adorned her neck for the last six months. She shivered with pleasure as she recalled how he had fastened it around her neck the day they had started to live together. She had been ordered to remove the training collar, as today she would be formally collared in front of their friends and family. The new collar would never be removed, and it would signify that she belonged to him totally without reservation.

 

This was her final opportunity to walk away, something which was as far from her mind as throwing herself out of the window. She was happy and contented and not only understood her place at his feet, but it was also something she desired above anything else.

 

When they had met three years ago, not long after she turned 18, she was a mess. A rebel without a cause that had already started to drift into a downwards spiral of drugs and alcohol abuse. Her master helped her onto a path that saved her life and they grew closer as he showed what joy there could be in placing her trust in another.

 

There were turbulent times where she fought against his commands and control, but he patiently explained he was doing what was good for her and also for him. He never coerced, forced or restricted her movements on a day-to-day basis, but when they played, he would bind her to a cross which was where she first learnt her love of the crop.

 

On the bed sat a beautiful leather crop with a bound handle and a silver horse’s head. At the ceremony she would present this to him as her gift. Lying next to it was the plain, yet elegant, white silk gown. Picking it up she fastened the clasp on her left shoulder that kept the garment together. It had been superbly made by a friend and was stunning in its simplicity. It was cut in a way that meant it flowed around her as she walked, yet a touch of the silver shoulder clasp would turn it into a puddle of silk at her ankles.

 

She had already bound the sandals to her feet which consisted of a series of thin ropes that wound around her ankles and her calves, criss-crossing her flesh to fasten behind the knee. She had no need for underwear; in fact, it was something she never wore unless instructed by her Master, which was rarely.

 

The final touch was to weave her long auburn hair into a French plait that hung straight down her spine. Satisfied she was ready to devote herself to her Master for as long as he wanted her, she walked to the ceremony room, standing for a moment before knocking gently.

 

The door was opened, and her heart soared as she saw her elegant Master dressed in a dove grey frock coat, his silver mane brushed until in shone. On the table sat a velvet cushion bearing the collar he would soon fasten around her neck forever.

 

He smiled, then nodded. She touched the clasp, letting the dress fall leaving her naked to walk to the man who owned her forever.

 

 

3.My Old Dress

 

This story was entered in the category Crossdressing - Tales of gender exploration, drag, and the joy of dressing up

 

Below the ***** line is exactly 750 words.

 

*****

 

I stood in my kitchen, clutching a glass of water, my heart pounding as my hand shook. My brain was trying to process what I had just seen. My husband of exactly fourteen years standing in our bedroom wearing my dress.

 

“I can explain,” Harry stammered from the doorway as he stood now dressed in a tracksuit, smears of makeup that he had hastily tried to remove still smeared on his face.

 

“Are you gay?” I almost spat at him not knowing what else to say. I wanted to run away screaming. An hour ago, my life was normal. I had managed to take the afternoon off, so I decided to go home early and surprise my husband on our wedding anniversary, instead it was me who got the shock of my life.

 

“No I am not,” he shouted back, “and you are pretty bigoted for a HR manager.” With that he stormed off upstairs leaving me wondering if perhaps I hadn’t dealt with things compassionately.

 

Walking upstairs I found him sitting on the bed, his head in his hands sobbing gently about how he had fucked up his life. Sitting next to him I put my arm round him, “I’m sorry Harry it was a bit of a shock; please can you explain it to me.”

 

Over the next hour it came tumbling out about him losing his job leaving me the bread winner. How that made him feel that he was failing and wanted to make himself feel good. By dressing in my clothes, it made him feel sexy and glamourous.

 

“Do you wear everything?” I asked wondering what he had on under my dress.

 

“Yes, although you don’t have many stockings and belts so had to buy them myself,” he laughed.

 

Acceptance of things comes at many speeds and now I was starting to ask myself some important questions. The first was do I love him and the answer came back almost immediately that I loved him 100% and wanted to spend my life with him. It wasn’t like he was having an affair or wanting to leave me for another woman...or a man for that matter.

 

“How can I help?” I said quietly.

 

He looked at me with shock on his face, “You aren’t mad or angry or disappointed?” he stammered.

 

I looked at him and took his hands in mine, “Do you love me Harry?” he nodded as I went on, “As I love you. Do you want to leave me?” he shook his head vigorously. I smiled at him then giggled, “But if you put ladders in the few pairs of stockings I do own, I will be bloody angry at you.”

 

We cuddled tightly for a few minutes, not speaking but the love passing between us.

 

“What about sex?” I said, wondering what he would say. I had heard about pegging but had no real idea what was involved, so I didn’t know what he would ask of me.

 

“As Harry then we carry on as normal, but when I am... Harriett, then we are best platonic friends, if that’s OK?”

 

To be totally honest, I was relieved. Not because I wouldn’t do other things, but more because I had no idea how to do it or whether I would make a fool of myself.

 

“Would you help me with my makeup?” he asked shyly.

 

Strangely it was relaxing to paint his face in gentle tones transforming him from Harry to Harriett. His blonde hair meant his facial hair was softer and lighter, so a coat of foundation concealed most things. When I had finished, he produced a wig that he had secretly bought, and I helped him fit it and styled his hair. He wriggled into a pair of panties that he must have also bought himself as they were cut to support his package.

 

I offered him a bra which he looked at me askance as he ran his hands over his flat but muscled chest. I grabbed some old stockings and rolled them into a ball stuffing each cup in turn.

 

“Just like my first prom,” I laughed

 

The final touch was to dig out an old dress that was slightly too big for me now but fitted him perfectly. When we were finished, I smoothed the last of his wrinkles and we stood side by side looking in the mirror.

 

“It suits you,” I said as he slipped his arm around my waist.

 

“You are a wonderful wife, thank you.”

 

 

4.How Much Time

 

This story was entered in the category Erotic Couplings - Wild one-on-one consensual sex

 

Below the ***** line is exactly 750 words.

 

*****

 

“How much time do we have?” John said as he started stripping off his clothes and throwing them across the room. Coins spilled from his suit trousers as he kicked them off, almost ripping his shirt buttons in his haste to be naked.

 

I glanced at my watch, “We should have a good 30 minutes.”

 

“Oh Mary, I have missed you,” he said breathlessly as he stood in just his socks with his cock standing to attention. He helped me pull my dress over my head, slinging it away before he started to kiss and lick my skin. Working his way down my body, nibbling with his teeth as he kissed his way downwards.

 

“I have dreamt of your body all week,” he said as he knelt and started to lick my panties where they were wet through.

 

“We don’t have time,” I panted as I hooked them down, “He will be home soon and he can’t catch us.”

 

I felt him spin me around and push me forward, so I was leaning over the back of the couch, my naked ass pointing at him. I still had my bra on, and went to unclip it, but he beat me to it letting my breasts swing free before hurling it across the room. Reaching around my body from behind he rolled each of my nipples between his finger and thumb, making me moan with lust as they hardened.

 

“Are you still my sexy slut?” he moaned in my ear as he rubbed his hard cock up and down my ass crack, tweaking my nipples sending shocks through me.

 

“Yes. I need your cock in my cunt,” I gasped, knowing that me using filthy language turned him on even more.

 

“I think you would take any cock in your cunt wouldn’t you,” starting one of our favourite role plays.

 

“Yes. I took on the whole street all week,” I groaned sticking my ass out to him acting the sexy whore rather than the reality of being a suburban housewife.

 

“How many men have you fucked since I went away?” he rasped in my ear as he gently pulled my head back.

 

“I have lost count,” I moaned reaching for his cock, wanting it inside me so desperately. I knew that time was running out but glancing at the clock I gambled we had enough time before he arrived home.

 

“Slut,” he snarled in mock anger, bringing his hand down sharply on my rump making me moan with pleasure.

 

I went to open my mouth, but what came out was a deep groan as he drove his cock into my wetness in one swift movement. With is hand in my hair pulling my head back he started to fuck me with short hard thrusts, his cock almost leaving my body before driving back in.

 

“Tell me about them,” he grunted as he fucked me deeper.

 

“None were as big as you or as hard as you,” I moaned as I pushed back onto him.

 

“But you came, didn’t you?” he said, his strokes getting faster.

 

“Yes,” I whimpered then screamed as I felt myself convulse in climax.

 

I felt him thrust so hard into my body as he jetted deep inside me, each spurt feeling like it would come out the top of my head. When he was done, he pulled out and stood with his hands on his hips and waited. Kneeling I sucked his cock into my mouth tasting myself and the last of his cum.

 

“I love you Mary,” he said lovingly as he stroked my hair.

 

Taking his cock from my mouth I looked up at him, “and I love you, John. I wish we didn’t have to be apart for a week.”

 

“I have commitments, you know that,” he said and tapped my lips to get me to finish sucking him.

 

Then the doorbell rang.

 

“Shit,” I exclaimed, “it’s him.”

 

John hopped around the room pulling his trousers on before he grabbed a shirt that he put on inside out. It was easier for me as I just pulled my discarded dress over my head to cover my nakedness. Scooping up the underwear I shoved it into John’s open bag.

 

The doorbell rang again.

 

Opening the front door, I looked at our 10-year-old-son John Junior standing at the door.

 

“Hello dear did you have a good day at school?”

 

“Hi Mum, Hi Dad,” he said as he walked past me and sat in front of the television.

 

 

5.The Ring

 

This story was entered in the category Erotic Horror - Bizarre, shocking, scary, and sometimes sexy.

 

Below the ***** line is exactly 750 words.

 

*****

 

Danny loved Halloween, he loved any holiday where first-year students partied and got drunk, giving him a good chance at 18-year-old pussy. He would feed them alcohol and pot, before getting them to give him a blow job which he would record. This gave him ammunition for a return visit and leverage should she decide to object.

 

Danny's hair was slicked back, thick with grease and black dye complementing the white make-up. The vampire look was completed by a swirling black cape and fake fangs. The ring on his finger had the raised head of a vampire bat with glowing red eyes and fit perfectly with his outfit.

 

Outside in the smoking area he spotted a young girl dressed as a zombie cheerleader. Studying her, he decided that she was pretty enough though would need to take the makeup off to be certain. She looked young which worried him for a moment, but then remembering the doormen insisted on ID to get into the pub, she must be 18. By the way she was swaying, he guessed she was already a little drunk.

 

“Nice outfit, looks stunning on you,” Danny said as he studied the girl's legs that vanished under a short, pleated skirt. Her breasts were barely discernible under the ripped shirt, but the tears revealed flashes of bare flesh. Her blonde hair was drawn into two side bunches making her look younger and the only thing that almost spoiled it for him was the grey face paint and black eyes to make her look like a zombie.

 

“Thank you Count,” she slurred, trying to focus.

 

Danny lit a ready rolled joint and took a deep draw before offering it to her. She looked at it suspiciously, but Danny laughed, “Go on, unless you are frightened of a little pot.”

 

That was enough for the girl and taking the proffered joint, taking a deep drag, that she held before exhaling slowly. After a few more drags the pair started chatting like they were old friends.

 

“Let's go where it’s a bit more private,” Danny said as he led the girl into the dimmer part of the alley, his cock twitching in his pants.

 

She didn’t take a lot of persuading and Danny found himself with his trousers and boxers around his ankles and the girl on her knees. He held the camera as he let the girl work on his cock feeling her soft warm mouth envelop him. “Damn she is good,” he thought as her blonde head moved back and forward.

 

“Where did you get the ring?”

 

“What the fuck?” Danny exclaimed as he opened his eyes to see a man dressed in the same fancy-dress vampire costume as his own.

 

The girl seemed not to notice and kept sucking causing Danny to let out an involuntary moan. The stranger said nothing but just stared into Danny's eyes waiting for the answer.

 

Danny remembered how he had found the ring in an old warehouse he had broken into a few years ago looking for anything worth stealing. The place was empty but one room that had interested him was locked and after forcing the door entered the darkness. Pulling away the sheets from the window he let the sunlight flood in and saw an open coffin. It was empty apart from a pile of dust and the ring glinting in the sunlight. “Finders, keepers,” Danny laughed before slipping the ring onto his finger.

 

“I found it,” Danny blurted out trying not to moan again as he knew he was close to cumming.

 

“It was my father’s...” the stranger said softly having already read Danny’s mind, “...her grandfather’s,” he finished, nodding towards the young girl sucking Danny’s cock.

 

Danny’s brain was fogged as he tried to assimilate what was happening but all he could think of was the pleasure running through his body as he started to shoot into her mouth. Then he felt a jab of pain and looking down he could see that the girl had sunk her teeth into his member and was sucking both the cum and blood from him.