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A few years ago I spent a month in a cabin in Montana, my dog Curly as my only companion. The cabin was owned by former first daughter Amy Carter, who had grown up awkwardly before our nation’s eyes. It was a very cold winter.
In the mornings I would get up with the sound of woodpeckers at work. There were pines everywhere around the cabin, and beyond the pines, there was a lake to the east. I could sit on my deck in the mornings and see the lake through the trees’ straight trunks.
Amy had told me that once a week, there would be a man who would come to deliver wood. She told me that he was a very striking looking man.
That first Sunday, I retrieved the newspaper and began reading an article about whaling. It seems that Japan has wanted for some time to resume its practice of hunting whales. They want to take 150 Bryde’s whales a year between 2004 and 2008, and 150 minke whales this year. Japan was clearly concerned about the whales. What did they know that we didn’t, I wondered.
It was a very interesting article, and I looked forward to reading it all.
Just then I heard the rhythmic ripping sound of someone walking through the snow. I looked out my clouded window and saw a man. I guessed him to be the man who would bring the wood, and about his appearance Amy seemed to be correct. He was about 6’3", with a long mane of dirty blond hair. His hair was very, very dirty. His jaw was sculpted and he wore a thick mustache. Behind him, he pulled a sled full of wood. Curly woofed quietly, but I shushed him.
The man did not know I was watching him. He began to unload the wood, stacking it neatly against the cabin, and he soon became warm enough to take off his jacket. Now wearing only a tight black tank-top, I noticed his chiseled muscles and his very smooth skin.
To use the word ‘adonis’ in a sentence here would not be inappropriate.
I went back to reading my article about the Japanese pleas for whaling. They had convened an international conference of some sort to determine whether Japan and other pro-whaling nations, such as Norway, should be allowed to kill whales. These pro-whaling nations claimed they could do so in sustainable numbers, while most of the rest in the international community insisted that there was not enough science to know whether or not sustainable whaling was possible.
I looked up and saw the wood-man bare-chested. Apparently, he had been working so hard that his shirt was now a nuisance. His naked chest was strong and smooth, covered in a glistening sheen of perspiration. He was hairless and his skin was colored a light shade of cherry. Cherry is a kind of wood.
I moved my gaze from his torso to his face and realized he was looking at me. First he looked into my eyes, then scanned my body. It was at that moment that I remembered I was nude. I sleep in the nude now that my husband Mark has disappeared with that woman from the laundry room.
Before I could protest, the wood-man was inside the house. He was a huge man and closed the door. It seemed that he wanted something from me, but who could guess what that thing was? He wore only his work boots and very snug denim trousers. They appeared to be getting more snug as the seconds passed. I stood before him, unclothed and unmoving. Because the window was behind me, he could have seen only a silhouette. He stepped toward me and I saw him more clearly.
He was a powerful man, virile, a man who would take what he wanted, without being cruel. I looked up and down his beautiful torso, drinking in his smooth hard chest, his arms like bent pipes, his flat, perfectly defined stomach, the few strands of hair below his navel, disappearing into his jeans, which hid a growth of a very distinct shape. My eyes caressed this part of him lovingly, afraid, but intrigued by its size and apparent power, and then my gaze swung to the right, where, just behind him, I had left my newspaper. I had almost forgotten all about it.
I brushed past the wood-man and took it into my hands and touched it. I refound my place. The problem with whales in general, apparently, is that it’s hard to know precisely how many whales of any species actually exist. Worse, many killings of whales — accidental or not, by fishing vessels or other watercraft — are not reported.
Now the wood-man was behind me, breathing on my back. I heard myself sigh. I guess I really sympathized with the Japanese and the Norwegians, in that there are indeed animals and plants that need to be harvested, lest they take over the world and rule over humans, making us do their bidding.
If minke or Bryde’s whales attempted to lord over me, I would start an underground movement aimed at stopping them. We would wear organic-looking clothing and would live in a bunker built from scrap metal. Amy Carter would be there, as would the daughters of Jesse Jackson. We would breed with the sons of Gil Gerard. Our children would run around, filthy, because we would know that the battle against the whales would take many generations.
Those fucking whales! I would say to the assembled rebels. I would be the leader of the rebels. Yeah, fucking minke fascists! they would yell. We would all raise our harpoons and do some kind of chant I would invent. All the chants would have to go through me to make sure they were good chants. I hate stupid chants.
You ask me how the whales would rule over people if they live in the ocean and do not have thumbs. I shake my head and say, This is how it starts, humans. This is how it starts.
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You might have a very specific idea of what erotica is, but the erotica for women category is actually quite broad. Erotica is any literary or artistic works that have an erotic theme or quality, according to Merriam-Webster, and can range from subtly sexy to straight-up hardcore.
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Want to salivate over stone-femmes and/or butches? Do you jerk it to scenes of (consensual) beatings, whippings, and floggings? Or do you prefer strap-on sex and gender play? Sugar Butch Chronicles , an award-winning sex blog from Sinclair Sexsmith , a queer butch Dominant, writer, and editor of Best Lesbian Erotica, is IT. Hands down (heh), it's the best destination for kinky, queer erotic stories on the internet. (Related: 4 ProDomme's Share Exactly What It's Like to Be a Dominatrix IRL )
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The oldest BDSM fiction site, BDSM Cafe is an oldie and a goodie. Over the last 20 years, the free erotica website has garnered quite an archive of kinky content including erotic stories about group sex, anal, female dominance, paddling, and (a lot of) submission. Admittedly, this site is less user-friendly than some. But (!!) the good content is really good. Scroll through the short stories tab for plots that'll have you climaxing in ten minutes or less. Peruse the novels tab for (free!) book-length erotic stories with tons of build-up and multiple sex scenes. Then, after all is read and cum (if you don't have sex-brain), check out their resource tab for awesome intel on how to break into the BDSM scene IRL. (Related: The Beginners Guide to BDSM )
Literotica is a classic and oh-so expansive. You could stop sleeping, eating, and exercising (please don't!) and spend the rest of your life reading Literotica and you'd never work your way through all of the stories they offer. For a sense of scale, there are over 5,000 stories about anal, 16,000 stories about different fetishes, and 11,000 stories about gender-play and cross-dressing. So. Much. Erotica.
That said, because finding a well-written story can be like finding a guy who's not a douche on Tinder (nearly impossible) I recommend sticking to the stories on their " Top " list, where you'll find the most popular erotic stories on the site. Another option: Follow the one-minute rule. If after 60 seconds you're not into the story, search for another. (P.S. You may want to consider starting a sex journal as a way to explore your sexuality as well.)
With the tagline "erotica, updated," Aurore is serving up steamy erotic stories that tease, educate, and help you get turned the eff on. The site divides its content into two types: vanilla, queer, and kink. As of now, there are still only about 20 or so stories in each category — but, trust, what's there is hot. Feeling vanilla? Check out " CEO Good " about a divorcée who gets courted by a much younger man on her business trip or " Paradise Found " about a transgender man reminiscing on his first time. Or, if you're feeling a little kinkier, check out " The Quiet Ones " about sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll.
Oh, and do your Instagram feed a freaky favor by giving Aurore a follow . The posts are as empowering and aesthetically pleasing as the stories are. Plus (aspiring authors take note!) Aurore sometimes hosts workshops about how to write erotica, which they post about on the grid. (Related: How to Watch Porn with Your S.O. )
Big on picture porn? You may have already found yourself on Bellesa — they've also got a pretty robust library of "woman-friendly" video porn (and also some cam girl/guy/person offerings). Regardless, if you're into erotica, you need to know about Bellesa's feminist erotica offerings. For starters, their website is super easy to navigate so you can find exactly what you want. Seeking some girl-on-girl action? Or is tonight more of an exploratory kinda night? Scroll through the categories on the homepage and decide between a plethora of feminist erotica. With additional sections like "non-binary" and "bisexual," Bellesa is one of the most inclusive erotica offerings out there. (You didn't ask, but my fave stories so far are " Gym Daddy " and " A Second First Time ." You're welcome.)
If you're a nut about character development — in addition to sexy adventures — hit up Bookrix (a free, self-publishing platform) to access a wealth of free erotic books online. Here's how it works: Type "erotica" into the search bar and scroll down to get to their selection of free online erotic books. Use the keywords and descriptions to find a story that best fits your ~proclivities~, download it, and rub (er, read) away!
The love-child of porn and Audible, Dipsea (available now on iOS) is an audio erotica app that houses the same sexy scenes as written porn — but it allows you to enjoy the storyline hands-free so you can score some two-handed solo fun. And, unlike erotica novellas that stop the second you close your eyes, audio erotica keeps on going and going…
Sign up for a one-week free trial, plug in your earbuds, and play with yourself every night (or morning, do you!) for a week. Hooked? Subscribe for $9/month or $48/year. If audio porn isn't your thing, no harm, no foul. (Related: The Best Sex Apps for Spicing Up Your Intimacy )
Tell me a better name for an audio erotica site than Aural Honey . You can't. Another salacious audio erotica option, Aural Honey cuts straight to the point (read: sex). And unlike Dipsea, which you'll have to pay for after the first-month trial, Aural Honey's audio erotica is always free. (Bless!) Here's how it works: Go to the site (either on your computer or smartphone), click to the drop-down menu in the top right-hand corner, pick one of the (admittedly ambiguous) categories, and then feast your ears on other people having sex or talking about having sex in very breathy voices. Fun! (Speaking of breathy voices, here's how to have non-awkward phone sex ).
Imagine what Carrie Bradshaw would be like if she was a polyamorous bisexual man who attended (and hosted!) sex parties and then wrote about them. Well, he exists and his name is Zachary Zane . A Brooklyn-based columnist, speaker, activist, and sex educator whose work focuses on (bi)sexuality, lifestyle, and culture, Zane is the mastermind behind BOYSLUT , a weekly substacks newsletter where real sex-havers share the dirty, dank, dark, wet, and wild details about the sex they're having.
While any horny hottie with Wi-Fi can get access to some of these sex stories, only paying subscribers get to consume (er, cum to) it all . Trust, the $50/year rate is totally worth the rush you'll get reading real sex stories with titles like I Fucked 10 Hooded Bottoms at Church. It Was the Best Sex Party of My Life and I Accidentally Threw an Orgy and Fucked My Two Biggest Crushes .
If you're a queer person sick of consuming queer sex scenes written by straight men (*cough* Blue Is The Warmest Color *cough*), it's time you got your hands on some lesbian erotica by a real life lesbian. Behold: Lesbian Pulp . Both an Instagram page and Patreon , Lesbian Pump is a platform run by a multi-racial lesbian who writes and memes for a lesbian audience.
On the Instagram page, you'll find plenty of (free!) laugh-your-ass off memes. But on the Patreon (for just $1/month) you'll find creative, believable, sexy AF erotica stories featuring more lesbian longing and cunnilingus than you even imagine.
If your fave part of boozy brunch is hearing your besties recount their sexcapades from the night before, you'll love &Jane . Another audio erotica platform, &Jane is committed to telling authentic sex stories. When
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