Our competitions are designed to give writers a platform to share their erotic fiction with the world and to celebrate the art of storytelling. We have received countless submissions over the years, each one showcasing the unique voice and style of its author.
In this section, you will find a curated selection of our past competition winners. These writers have been chosen for their exceptional writing skills, captivating storytelling, and ability to bring their readers' fantasies to life. From steamy romance to taboo fetishes, these stories explore a wide range of adult themes and will leave you breathless with anticipation.
We are proud to have provided a platform for these talented writers to share their work with the world, and we hope that you will enjoy reading their stories as much as we did. So why not take a look at our previous winners' section and discover some of the most exciting and innovative adult fiction being written today? Who knows, you might even find your new favorite author!
Roses are red But fade when they’re plucked. Asses are heart-shaped And this girl’s is… It was the Valentine Celia hadn’t dared dream would happen. As she wrapped herself in red and applied crimson lip gloss, she recalled his welcome in Java Moment only t...
I gaze across the restaurant table at him and know I should be a good girl. Should behave. But every fibre of me craves to crawl up, sweep away the candles, wine glasses and luxurious napkins, grab his tie and kiss him. I ache to straddle his lap, free hi...
It was a sweeter than average Saturday night at the office. Georgi Devereux was wrapped around my girth and sucking like a milkshake addict trying to drain the glass, and I was having a grand time. Then France’s finest, Claude Debussy, interrupted us and...
Shooting a man ain't like in the movies. Sure, the mechanical part's a cinch: cock, point, bang, done. But they don't show the emotional cost of taking a life. The endless replays. The blast. The recoil jolting me from wrist to shoulder. The way Brennan r...
Thick cock slapped against her lax, sweat-soaked face. Kat knelt on the gritty concrete, pebbles and bits of glass biting at her knees as she slipped the angry head of his shaft between her lips, teasing the underside with her warm wet tongue, giving the...
Over hill, over dale, Through bush, through briar, Over park, over pale, Through flood, through fire… …Annette ran like fuck. Her muscles burned from hill-climbing, her lungs from dale-traversing and pale-hurdling. Her ash-blond hair had snagged on bushes...
Breda knelt over the pond, ax in hand, her shattered shield discarded. She felt weary to the bone, her muscles on fire and pain coursing through her as she fought for breath. Too tired to cry, she simply stared into the water, noting how it reflected the...
Nobody could have predicted what we unleashed when the portal ripped open. We were mere physicists. Nine to fivers in corporate lab coats. Four mortals driven by the human need to explore. Understand. Know. The trouble with knowing? It's impossible to un-...
The heat was affecting her. That was the only explanation. Sultry and insidious, it oozed into her pores and her consciousness, altering her perspective, playing with her emotions, manipulating her opinions and pushing her boundaries further and further....
Another address. Another slice of suburban life beyond the doorbell. Border hedges. F-Type parked in the sweeping driveway to the stone steps on which I'd placed the shopping crate. Shuffling from foot to foot, idly toeing stones from the path back into t...
They thought that the first time Cassie was caught skinny-dipping in their pool would be the only time, since her chest-thumping father stormed over the next day to tell them to lock their god-damned fence. Nora and Nick figured out how it was that he kne...
In a sea of frogs, Calvin was a prince. Strong and handsome, with shaggy, dark blond hair, hypnotic eyes, and a physique sculpted into pure eye candy, he was smart, witty, funny, and interesting. Calvin’s only downfall was that he was a nice guy; Calvin f...
1994 Jessica’s parents had met Mike barely an hour before she snuck him to her bedroom. ‘You’re nuts,’ her three-month boyfriend told her as she eased his straining zipper down, the pair of them framed in fairy-lights she’d strung around her mirror. ‘It g...
I am here because I choose to be here. I am where I want to be. It is not by any force other than my own free will that the actions dictating my state are what they are. I do not believe in a singular event or circumstance taking on weight so dense that i...
