14 days of whateverthefuckthatwas and I’m mostly better. Still coughing a bit, still got way too much slime coming out of me, but the worst is over. Whatever the hell that was, please go your way and never darken my door again.

Two weeks of mind dulling coughing and cold/flu has made me put up my NaNo fingers and admit an early defeat. I am more in mind of a tactical retreat as I am back to writing and if I feel like it can even add it to my NaNo total. However, There are changes.

NaNo was supposed to be a kick in the ribs for my erotica challenge. However, that’s largely come to a premature end. My challenge partner had most of his titles removed by Amazon. This got us talking about the reasons why. Seems his erotica was rather more niche than I was lead to believe. not only that but he showed me some of the empirical evidence of what people were buying from his older, now unavailable, titles. Ordinary erotica actually fared very badly. What did sell? Well, the search terms that brought most people to his website and out again to Amazon were ‘barely legal’, ‘forced’, inter-racial’, ‘breeder’ and some terms I don’t even want on this page. Given the hits that ordinary erotica was getting and how much is out there, I was surprised my vanilla stories had any sales at all.

Sales all but fizzled in October anyway. With the rest of life’s demands, I was behind in my output. Was supposed to be five titles by October, and twelve by January. I still have just three. (working on four after posting this) Still, I thought people might still stumble across them. Another problem with Amazon, you don’t get to see who lands on your page or looks at your titles. Pity. The bottom line though, not one sale so far in November.

Knowing I was ill and not going to be putting anything out I also put in another small experiment. I dropped the prices of all of them to 99 cents. Two weeks at that price and still nothing. I hadn’t made any announcement about it. I wanted to see if just having cheap erotica for sale would be enough to sell. It was not. They will stay at that price. The challenge is over and they were only 2.99 as part of that. 2.99 is too expensive for a 7000 word short story. But dropping into Amazon’s 35% royalty payment level sucks.

As much as I enjoy writing, I have other things that require my attention. I’m here to stay of course, but the erotica will be no more than one a month. If that. Other projects beckon. And as a paying job, writing erotica isn’t something I would recommend. My day job, that’s a different matter 🙂


NaNoWriMo Notes Day 6

This is one hell of a cold but I’m over the worst. Still more slime coming up than seems natural and I really shouldn’t have watched Stephen King’s ‘The Stand’ the other night. November 6 and I feel OK for the first time in a week.

Couple of things have happened in the last few days. First of all I am seriously behind in my NaNoWriMo word count. I have been writing, but not for that. Which brings me to the question; why am I doing NaNo if I am so busy? The usual purpose of NaNo is to get people writing. I am already writing – I’ve just finished another piece under my real name. I wanted NaNo to help me with my Erotica challenge. Part of that was getting more written. Not necessarily 50,000 words but I was hoping to get a story a day out. I still am. But real life comes first, and since I am writing, I don’t feel as bad if I do let it slide. We’ll see. I have a couple of chores left this morning then I will throw myself into things and see where the day ends up.

Secondly the challenge has hit something of a snag. Well, my sales dried up. My partner blames my pricing became I am writing vanilla erotica and he claims its only ‘niche’ that can happily claim a $2.99 price tag without people venting their spleen about being overcharged. My ‘challenger’ agreed with my partner. He made it clear that his erotica was very hard and even admitted that Amazon had actually pulled a load of his titles.

It is too early yet to draw any conclusions from the couple of months my titles have been on sale. And there are still only three of them. The playing has field changed dramatically over the last  twelve months. All book publishers have come down hard on erotica. Not just what they sell but how easy it is to find it. No publisher wants to be the subject of a ‘my children found Daddy porn’ news story, no matter how manufactured the story really is.

So. NaNoWriMo? My other works will count towards your word count. If I pass 50k, that will give me a victory of sorts. A story a day for November will make me feel good about myself. Do both and I’ll feel like a winner.

So part II. The challenge. It was initially on his historic sales and if I could match them with the aid of social media. I still have three months left. Interesting to note that my ‘challenger’ has put all his stories in one book and is now selling that at the $2.99 price point. We agreed that gives me room to drop my prices 🙂

Right, back to work. Wish me luck.

NaNoWriMo Notes Day 1

Still feeling horribly horrid with this cold. Couple that with all the chores and other duties I’ve had to do today and I didn’t have a chance to sit down and write anything until nearly 10pm. Day 1 is a little shy of my target at just over 1200 words, but that’s today’s story done. It’s short and not very sweet. I’d heistate to call it erotica. I think I am channeling too much of this cold to be erotic 🙂 Come back tomorrow for something different.

Oh, and fair warning, in the spirit of NaNoWriMo, I am posting these as they come. No apologies for poor editing and mistakes. It’s word count that matters.

NaNoWriMo Day 1


Barbara felt the familiar nudge of Frank’s penis in the small of her back. Not now, she thought, I’m sick. She pushed back sharply enough that she hoped he got the message.

‘Hey, you’re awake. I was just snuggling. Let me just work my way in there. Mmm..’

Frank’s penis nestled just beneath her buttocks. She knew what he intended next. The same thing almost every morning. Most of the time it was welcome. Sometimes it was just too early. This morning she was sick. It was his stupid cold she’d caught too. Barbara hoped he might have picked up on her reluctance and let herself drift back into sleep.

Wracking coughs woke her from an absurd dream. Her skin felt like fire. Frank’s body was actually cooling her down.

‘Wow. That felt amazing. you should do that when I’m inside you,’ Frank said.

‘What are you going on about?’

‘Your cough. Everything went tight. Your thighs squeezed like mad and everything was just solid.’

Barbara realised Frank’s penis was now pushed between her legs, pressing against both the cleft of her arse and pussy. Maybe she could just let him fuck her and sleep through it. Anything if he would just let her sleep. Suddenly her nose began to run and she flailed around for the pack of tissues she hoped were still somewhere around her pillow.

‘Frank, I’ve got your cold. Remember how bad you felt the last few days? That’s me now. Do you really think I want sex right now? Do you think I want slime coming out of me at both ends?’

‘Hey, if I would have had the energy, I would have fucked it out of me. That’s what you do with a cold. You don’t let it get a hold. You fuck it out. Fuck it out hard. Want me to do that to you. You’ll be up and around in no time. Daddy’s gonna fuck that cold clean out of you.’

‘You were on the sofa for three days straight, whining like a baby. You couldn’t get an erection when I stuck my hand in your jeans and searched for signs of life. Now I’ve got your cold. You can fuck yourself.’

Frank nuzzled in closer. ‘Seriously, an orgasm will make you feel better. It’s like eating chocolate.’

Barbara threw a punch behind her blindly. ‘Like you want to give me anything but a baby. Get lost Frank. Go to work or something. At least stick a condom on.’

Frank pushed himself between her pussy lips and started to gyrate slowly. ‘Why is it with a cold that you get all slimy up there but there’s still nothing down here?’ His finger came around and started to probe Barbara from the front.

‘You are all romance. Here. Let me help you.’ Barbara blew her nose directly into the palm of her hand, turning it into a sickly green mess. She showed her open palm to Frank, then pushed it between her legs and wiped it all over her pussy. ‘That’s how sick I am. If you really want to then go for it, finish quickly, and then let me sleep.’

Frank called her bluff and pushed inside her pussy. Barbara thought that after she had wiped her mucous down there that he’d be put off. He actually surprised her. The initial penetration was nice, but the cold still trumped everything and she felt too lousy to enjoy the anything. The condom was not that important either. Period was due any day. She just didn’t want the hassle of cleaning herself up after him.

The slow fuck became nice in the way that a morning stretch can be nice, but no more than that. Frank was careful and slow, but that meant he would take a while to come yet. Another bout of coughing left her throat feeling raw, and Frank moaning with pleasure.

‘Oh God, that almost made me come. If you could do that when I do, that would be amazing.’

Barbara coughed again. And again. Frank started to speed up. While that felt nicer, it also meant he was going to finish soon. Even sooner than she expected came the familiar moaning and bucking and thrusting. In a few moments he was finished. She had held her coughing off on purpose. Now she let loose again, her throat tickling more than ever. It still made him moan.

‘Now that’s medical. Some more of that and you’ll kick this cold in no time. Let me go and make some tea and then I’ll go again.’

‘You said you’d let me sleep. What about work? You’ll be late.’

‘Saturday, babe. That cold really scrambled your brains. Well, no worries, I’ll take care of you this weekend. Let me get some tea babe. Then I’ll give you another injection. Doctor’s orders!’ Frank laughed and jumped out of bed. The silence of his absence was like massage to her ears.

There was something about flying out of the bed and into a drainpipe full of seaweed and fish and then she realised she was dreaming. Knowing that, Barbara was able to nudge dream in a direction that took her flying down the pipe and suddenly over a field of wheat in the moonlight with a sky full of stars.


With a moment of dread she realised that Frank wasn’t just bringing her tea, he was announcing his presence for the entire weekend. She was captive in bed while the cold made her feel this bad. He stood there grinning like an idiot, holding two mugs of tea and sporting a new erection.

‘Thought I’d give you a couple of minutes to recover. I’ll put yours down just over here.’ Frank slid back into bed, pulled his knees up and sipped his tea. For a moment Barbara thought he was done and it was just a morning in bed, but no, he put his mug down and, spooning, started nuzzling her again.

‘Frank. FRANK. If you want me to feel better… I thought I was the one supposed to be getting an orgasm?’

‘What? Oh yeah. This time I promise. You know I sometimes shoot off a bit quickly the first time.’

And you get bored after the second time because you are a selfish asshole. ‘Go down on me. Make me come first Doctor. Then you can give me more medicine.’ Barbara tried to sound as sexy as she could with a blocked nose and a throbbing headache.

‘But I just came. And you put a handful of snot down there? That’s so gross. Give me one of those tissues.’

Barbara held up the empty tissue packet. ‘If the doctor wants to inject any more medicine, the doctor will clean it up.’

The Doctor bumped his way under the duvet and blankets and nestled his head between Barbara’s thighs. She shifted so he could get his face right in there and then waited for him to start. At least he was good to his word and started to lick and kiss her pussy without any more complaint. She listened to the sound of his breathing. It was still hampered by the cold. He might be feeling better but his nose was still blocked. She listened to the rhythm of his breathing and waited a moment longer. Then she clenched her thighs. With his breath exhausted, Frank passed out in seconds. It served him right. Barbara nudged his head out of the way, made herself comfortable and fell back to sleep.

NaNoWriMo Day 0

My partner infected me with his cold or flu. A great start to the November writing marathon, I’ve been awake all night and asleep all day and am now wondering what I can do to catch up with a handful of painkillers in my system. I might have to write today off. Still, a lot of the day left, but painkillers will only help me so far.

Looking at the screen for longer than 5 minutes makes my eyes want to explode. Not giving up! Pen and paper still count.

Going to watch a movie and eat chocolate. Then write.

Note: Doh, just realised it’s still Cctober. Of course it is, it’s Halloween. This cold has really done a number on me.

30 stories need 30 titles

As well as writing 30 stories in 30 days, I also have to come up with 30 titles too. Bugger. Let’s see…

  •  The October Girl
  • The Leaf Grinder
  • Autumn’s Duvet
  • The December Resolution
  • Don’t Eat the Golden Snow
  • Santa’s Naughty List
  • The Mistletoe Dress
  • The Snowman’s Last Wish
  • Jingled by Belle
  • Christmas Down Under
  • Master Santa, Mistress Claws.


This is going to be harder than it looks.