My husband thought I’d blow my stack but I blew something else… — My husband is a camera bug with a hipster’s fascination for authenticity. He was always sneaking up on me to take so-called candid shots. I was always sneaking up on him to delete his fucking memory cards. Who needs photos of themselves brushing their teeth floating around in the wild? …

Chase the money if you want to write fulltime — Warning: This report is about writing fiction for money. If you write for personal fulfillment, you may be enraged by what I have to say. I’m not the smug creative writing teacher here to tell you to write for fun because creativity is its own reward. Write to reach people…

The attitude of gratitude is for losers — Have you been told that the attitude of gratitude is a positive thing? You’ve been lied to. I got irritated enough to poke around, and I uncovered zero convincing evidence that faking gratitude has any benefit to the person faking it. …

But you keep making the same blunder — People with jobs trade time for money. Most online writers make an even worse deal. They trade time for likes, claps, thumbs up, followers, and so-called engagement. With a world of earning opportunities open to writers that never existed before this century, the average online writer has still somehow found…

Erotica will only be distributed to people already following you — I don’t know how they can make it any clearer to writers that they only want a certain kind of sex/relationship writing — the kind that pretends to be a true story and usually an awful one about a terrible relationship with a terrible man. …

If one big guy is good, are two big guys too much? — “Double penetration, it’s not just for breakfast anymore.” Gerry swung out his elbow to nudge me in the side of my thin party dress. “There he is. Over there.” “This is weird,” I said. “My husband telling me to check out some other guy? C’mon, you know it’s weird.” “Maybe…

Most erotica writers are leaving cash on the table — So many erotica writers are leaving so much money on the table. After a full year of writing on Amazon’s Kindle Vella platform, I’m secretly surprised that more of you haven’t tested the waters. …

Then I snapped her bra strap… — Author’s Note: This story is a departure from my usual hotwife fare, but it has been too long since I wrote a good catfight. Let me know in the comments if you want to see more stories like this. Bree’s a pathological liar. That’s somewhat of an unusual failing for…

If it’s just you, your cuck, and a box of chocolates, you’re missing out — Oh, fuck, it was Valentine’s Day. How did it sneak up on me? Too late for roses. Everybody had scooped up everything affordable. I had no options other than the tiny, tasteful box of artisan chocolate. The chocolate truffles were the same as any other overpriced dark chocolate with cherry…