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So When Do We Get to the Sex?

  • Posted on February 16, 2017 at 9:12 am

By Cheryl Taggert 

Sex and sex and more sex. That’s what this site is all about, right?

Not so fast. There may be more to Juicy Secrets than just giving our readers something to help them jack or jill off. We aren’t your typical erotica website. Sure, orgasms are the goal, just as getting runners to home plate is the goal in baseball when a team is at bat, and preventing that when a team is in the field. I’m not much on sports, but I do at least know that much. But this metaphor of relating the reading of erotic fiction to reach an orgasm through a particular type of entertainment to a game in sports is more accurate than one would believe at first blush.

Again, I know very little about sports — only what I was forced to learn in school — but one thing I do know is that some teams are better at achieving those goals than others. It’s the team that is better at playing the game that usually wins. And that’s because it isn’t the goal that matters, but how the goal is achieved. In other words, it’s the way each individual player approaches the game that is most important. And the players who have the better approach to the game are the ones who are the most successful, even within the framework of a single team. That is why I was often the last or close to the last person chosen when we picked teams for softball at my school. You see, I throw like a girl, but that’s fine with me. I am a girl.

But while I throw like a girl, I write like a pro. So does Naughty Mommy. And JetBoy does as well. So do all the other writers published here. Because, you see, while the orgasm is the goal, the quality of the story is the game. And that is what’s most important to the owners of this site.

We have published quite a few stories as well as chapters of longer works here in the past twenty-one months. Over 900 stories and chapters have been posted to the site, and that doesn’t include the nearly twenty blog entries, stories, and chapters that are waiting to be posted. And there are many more to come beyond those. We have seen a tremendous increase in stories sent our way that meet our standards, and I can attest to the high bar we set for writers of our type of fiction. It takes all three of the site’s owners to agree to publish a story for that to happen. We each have veto power, so only the best gets shown to our readers.

Lately, we have tried to push the envelope a bit to bring you the best erotic fiction we can find. We have posted our first story that includes some male sexual activity beyond what would be necessary for the plot. The author requested that we keep this part in if we wished to publish it, and after reading the entire story, we all agreed. The quality of the story was just too good to pass up, especially since the final lesbian scene that is the ultimate payoff positively sizzles.

We search for good stories. We search for writers as anal about good writing as we are. But often the stories with the best writing take a while to develop enough to introduce the sex. If a reader encounters a story and cares nothing about the characters in the story, he or she will stop reading it soon. Writers of quality erotica take the time to allow us to get to know the characters before rushing them into a sex scene, or they take the time to develop a situation fully. Writers of bad erotica just want to get off and stop writing.

We are fully aware that this can be frustrating for readers at times. I vividly recall getting the next chapter of Naughty Mommy’s wonderful tale, Serendipityreading it, and finding there was very little sex in the chapter, if any at all. I found myself wanting to read about the sexual encounter I knew was on the horizon but had not been written yet. I had to wait, but in the end, her pacing of that fine story made everything better. And by the time Serendipity reached its ending, I was too involved with the characters and their situations to ever abandon reading it.

I took a big chance with my own I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star when I decided I wanted more to my saga than just one sexual encounter after another. I wanted tension. I wanted my characters to have problems. I wanted verisimilitude, which is the appearance of reality in a fictional situation. I discussed my plan with my partners through emails before starting that voyage, and they agreed with me. In Part Two of the novel, I thrust my characters into situations that involved blackmail, kidnapping, sexual slavery, and a daring escape, among others. Two characters I’d taken time to develop died. A seven-year-old girl lived without her mother until she was twelve. I was taking a big chance, but I think those who stuck with this story have enjoyed it more than if I had continued with the “sexual encounter of the week” format I had been following. Part Three has its own situations and conflicts, and more problems lurk on the horizon, despite the fact that everything seems perfect for our heroine at present. That’s how real life is.

JetBoy’s story, “Loving Lisa,” which so far has eight chapters for your reading pleasure, took quite a while getting to the sex. The opening chapter has none between the narrator and the girl she’s so attracted to. Yes, the young girl, Lisa, is seen masturbating, but that’s it. There are small scenes of sexual play between the narrator and Lisa, with each being hotter than the last, but the payoff doesn’t really come until Chapter 6. This story is an adaptation of a story by Louisa May, something JetBoy excels at, and as good as Louisa May’s writing was, I am convinced that JetBoy’s adaptation is better. Of one thing I am certain about JetBoy. I am not heterosexual, but I imagine his wife is a happy woman when it comes to sex because this man knows how to build to the payoff.

I have visited many story sites like ours, and often I am less than thrilled. If I open a story and two people are engaged in sex in the opening paragraph, I skim forward to about the halfway point to check out where the story is headed. Then 9 times out of 10, I find another story, unless I am very familiar with that author and understand why it is written the way it is. To me, the only time that would be the way to open a story is if it leads to a flashback or some other seduction, or if the story itself depends on the sexual encounter to continue. It’s as simple as that because the sex itself isn’t what really gets me going. It’s the lead up. The seduction. The situation. Is that because I’m a woman? I hope not. I like to think men enjoy quality erotica as well.

We will soon be publishing a story that just came to us that has absolutely no sex until chapter three, and that is only a brief encounter. Likewise, No One’s wonderful tale, “Remnants,” merely hints at sex until halfway through the third part of a three-part story, yet we felt honored to publish it for our readers. Why? Because it was well-written, a story that allowed us to get to know the two main characters, one of whom doesn’t show up until chapter two. When the sex finally arrived for us, it was a pay-off worth waiting for. It takes talent to do what No One and the other author I mention above have done. They understand the nuances of the game, so they play it extremely well.

And that’s the name of the game in erotica. What each of us tries to do is include enough sex to make it erotic and provide satisfaction to our readers, while including enough story, character, and conflict to keep readers coming back to find out how everything turns out. It’s called pacing. 

The title of this blog article is a question that has been asked probably countless times. We do not apologize for making you wait. The sex will come, but only after you get to know who the characters are beyond their names. I’m certain the vast majority of our readers appreciate that. Look at it this way. Ask any woman if she would prefer a partner who takes his or her time getting her to her first orgasm of their encounter, or one that dives in straight for the clit to see if he or she can beat that twenty-five second record for bringing the woman off, and see what answer you get. I doubt the answer would surprise you unless you are totally inexperienced with sex beyond masturbation. We here at Juicy Secrets are the same way as every woman on the planet. We enjoy the foreplay as much as the orgasm, if not more.

So come along for the ride. The payoff is always better when the ride is longer.

When It Goes Wrong

  • Posted on December 27, 2016 at 1:10 pm

By Naughty Mommy

I know many of us have enjoyed reading (or re-reading) Passing Cloud’s lovely erotic tale of girlhood experimentation, “School Memories.” It’s a terrific piece, one that I’m happy we’ve included here in the archives at Juicy Secrets. Of course, the author never quite finished the story back in 2014, leaving us to wonder what might have happened next.

In a comment at the end of the last posted chapter, Drod says: “Perhaps our three hosts here could make a collaborative effort, and continue the series?” That’s an interesting idea, though I doubt we’ll actually do it, given that neither Cheryl nor myself are very much into collaborating with other authors (JetBoy, on the other hand, has a long and successful history of doing so). Plus, I have good news — we heard from the author recently, and we’ll be publishing a new chapter in a few days!

Still, Drod’s proposal made me stop and think: If I did choose to extend “School Memories,” where might I want to take it? As I spent some time pondering the question, I realized that I’m actually not very pleased with the direction the story is going. I was much more fond of the character ‘Sis’ when she was an innocent but eager naif, rather than a budding dominatrix.

Of course, this is not my creation, it’s Passing Cloud’s. The original author chose to have the plot go that way, the actors evolving as they were. Many of our readers probably like it just as it is. But if I had been the one to write the story, I think I likely would have decided to go back and make some significant revisions before publishing — probably throwing out everything from about the middle of Chapter 3, where Sis says she wants to be “in control,” and starting over from that point.

And as I thought about that, I remembered the struggles I had in writing my own story, “Secrets.” I’d been working on the piece off and on for quite a long time, for four or five years or more, when I realized it was going wrong. I had taken the narrative in a direction that wasn’t pleasing to me. I’d made a mistake, and I knew I needed to correct it.

Anyone who’s ever done any serious writing has probably experienced this. It’s not a good feeling — to know that you have to toss out so much of what you’ve written, discarding the product of many hours’ work. Still, it must be done.

This is somewhat unorthodox, but I’m going to let you have a look at some of the material I rejected. Below is a long passage, about 3000 words, that I wrote down in a fever pitch of excitement. It’s fairly hot, I think, and it might be good in another story, with other characters, but it’s not right, at least in my opinion, for this story, for “Secrets.” You may feel otherwise.

If you’d like to compare what follows with what I eventually published, go to this point in Chapter 9. As you can see, they’re very different. Anyway, here is the section I eliminated:

Around 5:30, I served our dinner on a picnic table on the back patio. We had a nice time together, enjoying the food, laughing and joking. When they’d finished their burgers and fries, I gave them each a big dish of ice cream, and they really enjoyed that. They went inside then to play in Kerie’s room while I cleaned everything up.

I was in my bedroom putting away some of the clothes I’d washed earlier in the day when the two girls came into the room. It was a few minutes before 7:00.

“Mommy, we have a question,” Kerie said.

“Uh-huh.” Tossing the last two pairs of socks in the drawer, I closed it and asked, “What is it?”

Kerie sat on my bed. “Um, it’s about what we talked about earlier. About our game and about not talking to people and stuff. You know?”

I sat down on the bed next to my daughter and patted a space for Melissa to sit down too. “Go on,” I said.

“Well, since I already told Melissa about it, it’s okay if we can talk about it, right? Long as we don’t tell anyone else?”

“Yes,” I smiled. “If you two want to talk about it, that’s fine. Just be sure you keep it only between yourselves though.”

“Yeah,” said Kerie, “and, um, since I already told Melissa about it, and since you know that she already knows about our game, would it be okay if I showed her how we do it?”

I frowned. “What do you mean, showed her?”

“I want to let her see. I wanna show her how I do it with you.”

I was completely taken aback. I didn’t know what to say.

“Please, Mommy?” Kerie begged. “She won’t tell anyone. She promised.”

I felt in a daze. The little game I’d started playing with my daughter just a few weeks earlier was now threatening to become an open sexual display — for the benefit of a 9-year-old girl!

“Please, Mommy?” She had her hands on my legs.

I was wearing cutoff jeans that left most of my thighs bare. My thin short-sleeve sweatshirt did nothing to conceal my braless nipples, which were now standing erect. Kerie’s risqué proposal may have caught me by surprise, but it was also exciting me tremendously.

I pretended to want to refuse, however. “No, honey, really I don’t think we should do anything like that. Our game is just for us. It’s private.”

My daughter slid a hand underneath my sweatshirt, reaching up to fondle one of my nipples. She could see the evidence of my arousal, and she knew what it meant.

I took her hand in mine and pulled it away. “Stop that, Kerie, it’s not polite.”

But I didn’t want her to stop. I wanted her to continue, and to do even more. I loved having her touch me that way. I even liked having her do it in front of another little girl — maybe especially in front of another little girl.

I looked at Melissa. Her big blue eyes were sparkling, her pretty face shining with interest and curiosity.

And it seemed that my daughter could tell, whether from the tentative tone of my voice or perhaps from my body language, that I did not really mean it when I told her to stop.

She began to pull my sweatshirt up. “I wanna show Melissa how your nipples get big.”

This time I did not take her hand away. I allowed her to lift up my top, revealing my breasts. I raised my arms and let Kerie pull the sweatshirt all the way off. I sat quietly on the bed between the two little girls, and I let my daughter touch me.

“See?” she said to Melissa. “Look how big they get.”

She fingered my nipples, using both hands. Already erect, they grew even longer and harder.

“Do your mom’s nipples get like that?” Kerie asked.

“Sometimes,” answered Melissa, “like when she gets out of the shower.”

“But you’ve never touched ‘em, right?”

“Uh-uh. Not like that.”

Kerie was playing with my nipples, gently tugging at them and twisting them between her fingers. It was making me very wet.

“Do you want to touch them?” she asked Melissa.

“Okay.”

Now I really knew I should stop them. It just wasn’t right for a grown woman, an adult, to engage in sexual activities with children. I should never allow this 9-year-old girl to touch my nipples. But I did.

“Mmm,” I moaned as I felt Melissa’s little hands on my breasts.

“See,” Kerie said, “she likes it.”

Melissa not only fingered my nipples, but extended her hands to caress the sensitive skin around them. Her hands were too small to cover my breasts completely, but she held them and gently squeezed them.

“They’re really nice.” This was the first thing she’d said to me since they came into my room. “I like your tits a lot, Ms. Gregory.”

“Thank you, honey.” My voice was thick with arousal.

My daughter began to undo the buttons and the zipper on my shorts. I didn’t stop her. She tugged the shorts down my legs. Now I was wearing only a pair of blue cotton panties. In the center of the panties was a large dark spot, where my dripping pussy had made them wet.

“Look,” Kerie pointed. “When my mom gets excited, she gets wet like that. Your mom probably does too, when she, um, masturbates. Can you see how wet my mom’s undies are?”

“Yeah,” breathed Melissa, bending her head down between my legs to stare at me.

Kerie was wearing a long yellow t-shirt over a pair of flowered leggings. She suddenly pulled the t-shirt over her head and off.

Grinning, my daughter pointed at her flat chest. “I don’t have any boobies at all yet.”

Then she looked at Melissa. “But you do. Show my mom your little boobies.”

“Okay.”

The little girl lifted up her tank top, letting me see her small breast bumps. She looked down at them. “I hope they get bigger. My mom’s aren’t very big, though.”

She looked at my tits again. “I like yours, Ms. Gregory.” And she put her hands on them once more.

I inhaled sharply.

My pussy was tingling, my erect nipples throbbing with desire. The combination of being naked, or nearly naked, in front of the two girls, then seeing this lovely child’s tiny little titties, and having her hands on my breasts, was driving me wild.

“Take your shirt off,” Kerie told Melissa.

After the girl did, my daughter asked her, “Do you have any hair yet, down there?”

Without waiting for an answer, Kerie pulled her leggings down below her hips and tugged her panties down too, letting us see her hairless crotch. “I don’t.”

Melissa smiled as she looked at her friend’s smooth slit. Then she got off the bed and opened her shorts, letting them fall to the floor. She pulled her panties down too, to her knees, and proudly displayed her pussy to us. “I started getting some a little while ago.”

Whatever she had was still so sparse that from where I was sitting, which was only two feet away, I could barely see it. It seemed more like light brown peach fuzz than actual pubic hair.

“Cool.” Kerie stepped closer to admire Melissa’s evidence of maturity. Then, as she sat down on the floor to finish pulling off her leggings and panties, she said, “Take off your undies too.”

When they were both naked, they climbed up on the bed beside me.

“Mommy, move over there and put your head on the pillow.”

I did as my daughter instructed. Then she knelt between my legs and started tugging on my panties. I lifted my hips to allow her to remove them.

Holding the blue cotton panties in her hands, Kerie commented, “Look how wet they are inside.” Both she and Melissa touched the dark spot, feeling the sticky wetness on their fingers.

Kerie pushed my thighs apart, then laid on top of me. I put my hands on her little bottom. Her skin felt warm.

“Come over close so you can watch us better,” she said to Melissa.

And then, with a barely pubescent 9-year-old girl sitting naked at my side, another girl, my not yet pubescent 8-year-old daughter, began moving her naked body against mine, showing the other girl the ‘game’ we played, showing her how she could fuck her mommy and make her come.

It took me longer than usual to climax. I was nervous about having Melissa there with us, although at the same time I was also very excited by it. But instead of being able to concentrate solely on the sensations that Kerie’s body was bringing me as she thrust her little pubis against mine, I kept glancing over at Melissa to see how she was reacting.

She was wide-eyed, as might be expected, but she also showed some definite signs of arousal. One hand was at her tiny breasts, gently squeezing them, and the other was between her legs. I wasn’t sure if she was old enough yet to masturbate, but she seemed to have the right idea.

The girl’s eyes kept going from my tits, to my face, to my tits, to my legs and Kerie’s bottom as we moved together, and then back to my tits. She seemed to love seeing the way my breasts would jiggle each time my daughter pushed against me.

The distraction of having another girl there watching us delayed my orgasm, but it certainly didn’t prevent it.

Kerie kept moving on me, up and down, faster and faster. But she could sense, perhaps, that I needed a little extra stimulation, so she put her little hands on my tits and began squeezing my erect nipples, while at the same time, she said, “Mommy, I’m fucking you. I’m fucking you with my pussy, Mommy. Do you like it when I fuck you, Mommy?”

Hearing that really made Melissa’s eyes go wide.

When Kerie grabbed my tits that way, it surprised me, and her vulgar language stunned me for a moment, but my shock changed almost immediately to excitement. Yes, I loved it when she fucked me! And I loved having her hands on me! Yes, I wanted her to make me come! Make me come right in front of Melissa!!

I started to say those things to her, but before I could utter a word, a huge orgasm overtook me. It seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. Without warning, my whole body was contracting in, then exploding out, then doing the same again. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever felt—

—and someone was crying out, screaming. I had a vague idea that it might be me, but everything all around was dark or foggy, no, it was red and steamy, no, white hot, burning, ah, now it was black and smooth and oh so sexy.

Minutes passed, I don’t know how many, until I came back to my senses and found myself laying on my back in my bed, naked and sweating. My legs were flung wide apart and my pussy was dripping wet. There were two little girls with me, both nude, Melissa on one side, Kerie on the other. They were looking at me and smiling.

As I opened my eyes and glanced around, taking in the scene, my daughter leaned over to give me a quick kiss on the lips. “Was that a nice one, Mommy?”

“It was — oh my god, I hope I didn’t scare you, Melissa.” I put my hand on the girl’s knee.

“Uh-uh,” she said. “It was awesome.”

“Yes, it was,” I grinned. “Awesome is a good word for it. Wow.”

I looked up at Kerie. “It was definitely a nice one, sweetheart. A big one.”

“It’s called an orgasm,” said Kerie to Melissa.

“I know that,” answered the girl, slightly peeved.

“There’s another way I can do it with her too,” Kerie went on, “make her come, I mean. Do you want me to do that now, Mommy?”

“Do what, honey?” I shook my head a little, trying to clear the post-orgasmic haze.

“Make you come with my hand, with my fingers inside you.”

“Oh, I don’t know, I —”

But my daughter did not wait for my consent. Before I knew it, she was down between my legs, spreading my pussy lips apart.

I meant to object. I meant to stop her from doing this in front of Melissa, but when she started rubbing my clit as she slowly slid a finger into my vagina, it felt so incredibly good that I could not find the will to protest.

Taking my breasts in my hands and gently massaging them, I closed my eyes to focus on the intoxicating physical sensations as my body responded shamelessly to Kerie’s touch. I felt laden with moisture and warmed all through, like a sponge dipped in a hot bath. I knew my pussy was dripping wet. It made it easy for her to put another finger inside me and begin fucking me harder.

I raised my knees, opening my thighs as wide as I could. I lifted my pelvis from the bed, offering my cunt to my daughter. As I pinched my nipples between my fingers, I felt a climax beginning to build.

“That’s right, baby, fuck Mommy,” I heard myself say. “Fuck’s Mommy’s pussy with your finger, and make me come.”

Kerie grinned at Melissa. “See how much she likes it?”

“Wow.” The other little girl was kneeling next to my daughter between my legs. They were both staring at my wet cunt.

“You want to watch, Melissa?” I asked. “You want to watch me come while Kerie fucks me with her fingers?”

She nodded eagerly.

Kerie put two fingers inside me and pressed them in deep as she continued rubbing my clit with her other hand.

I closed my eyes and squeezed my nipples. “Oh god it feels so good. I’m gonna come on your hand, baby.” I was very close to another climax.

Then I made myself open my eyes again. I wanted to see this, to fully understand and accept exactly what was happening.

My daughter, my 8-year-old little girl, had her fingers in my vagina and was moving them in and out, intent on giving me an orgasm — while her best friend, a cute little 9-year-old girl, was watching intently.

I was having sex, lesbian sex, with a minor, and not just any minor, but my own child. It was incest, and I loved it.

“God, fuck me, Kerie,” I urged, “fuck me hard and make me come!”

And with those words, I did begin to come.

I think I must have squirted, which is very unusual for me. I know that when I finished I was much wetter between my legs than I normally am, and Kerie’s hand was literally dripping with my fluids.

“Oh my god,” exclaimed Melissa.

“You wanna try it?” Kerie asked the girl.

“Really? Can I?”

“Sure. Here, I’ll show you how.”

Melissa bent down, very close to my pussy.

I was still short of breath after my orgasm, but I tried to object. “No, Kerie, we shouldn’t. Not without…”

I was about to say, ‘not without her mother’s permission’, until then I realized how absurd that would sound. What mother would allow a 9 year-old girl to put her finger in a woman’s pussy?!

So, I just laid back, spread my thighs wider apart, and let it happen.

“Put one hand up here.” Kerie was showing her friend how to stimulate my clit. “And rub like this.”

I’d barely come down from one climax and now they were trying to give me another.

“You have to make sure she’s open all the way, so push her apart like this.” My daughter was separating my labia. “Then rub your finger in here, so it gets really wet and slippery, and then just slide it inside. See where that hole is? That’s her vagina.”

“This is so awesome,” I heard Melissa say.

Then I felt a finger pressing inside me. I groaned. “Push it in further,” I whispered.

Melissa was just a tiny girl, barely four feet tall. Even though she was six months older than my daughter, she was shorter than Kerie, so her little fingers weren’t very long at all. But it still felt so nice to have her reaching up inside me, probing my cunt, exploring my hot wet sex.

“Oh god yes goddamn yes fuck me, fuck my cunt,” I whispered.

The child began moving her finger in and out.

“That’s right,” instructed Kerie, “and you can put another finger inside now.”

I wondered what Rose, Melissa’s mother would think, if she could see us now. Of course, right at this moment Rose Harper was hopefully being fucked by my own sister, so she might have other things on her mind. God, I love having sex, I thought. Especially sex with little girls, like these two.

Melissa was eagerly fucking me with one hand while her other hand massaged my clit, but it wasn’t quite enough.

“Kiss me,” I demanded.

“What?” asked Kerie.

“Melissa, kiss me down there,” I said. “Kiss my pussy.”

“Okay.”

The child put her mouth down to my sex and began kissing me. That was all I needed. I came again, loudly and wetly.

When I recovered, I looked down between my legs and saw that the two girls were taking turns rubbing their hands inside my slit to get them wet with my juices, and then they were tasting me, licking and sucking their fingers.

“Do you like it? It tastes good, right?” asked Kerie.

“Mm-hmm,” Melissa answered, nodding as she sucked on her fingers.

It was the hottest, naughtiest, sexiest night of my life.

“What else do you want to do?” I heard Kerie say.

“Can I touch her tits again?” asked Melissa.

“Sure.”

My daughter had apparently taken ownership of my body, and was offering it as a sexual playground to her little friend. Of course, I didn’t mind, I didn’t mind at all.

They moved up by my chest, one girl on either side of me.

“I like your tits, Ms. Gregory,” Melissa said.

“Call me Shelly,” I muttered, still in a post-climactic daze.

That made them giggle.

“She likes it when you touch ‘em,” Kerie said. Her hands were on my breast. “Rub the nipple and make it hard.”

Melissa’s hands were now on my other breast.

“You can suck on them too,” I told them.

Along with ownership of my body, I’d apparently lost possession of my senses as well. I was saying things I never would have allowed myself to say in a normal state of mind.

“Really, Mommy?” asked my daughter.

“Yes, suck my nipples. Both of you.”

And they did. The girls each latched onto a nipple and began sucking like babies. I closed my eyes, relishing all the wonderful sensations as I slid a hand between my legs, massaging my clit.

We went on this way for a while, until Kerie said to Melissa, with a grin, “You want to try fucking her?”

“With my fingers again?”

“No, with your whole body, like I did before.”

“Oh! Really? Can I?”

“Of course you can. Mommy loves it!”

 

That’s about as far as I got before deciding I wasn’t happy with all this. Sure, it’s arousing as hell, to me anyway, but it doesn’t seem to fit within the story I was intending to write.

The segment posted above gives Kerie a completely different personality, much too knowing and too bossy. It also gives Melissa undue prominence, making her a major character when what I really wanted at the time was to shift the emphasis back to Valerie and her family. So, I decided this had to go. (I didn’t entirely delete it, however, or you wouldn’t be able to see it now; instead, I created a duplicate copy of the story and made my revisions there, keeping this just in case I ever changed my mind and wanted to go back to it.)

This is how the process of writing works, in my experience. It’s not often I will throw out as much as I did in this case, but it’s certainly not unusual for me to delete several paragraphs or even a couple of pages and start over again if I think I’ve gone wrong. Of course, I hate to admit, even to myself, that I’ve wasted time writing something I won’t use, but I’m almost always much happier with the results when I’m done.

The Method to My Madness, Part Three

  • Posted on November 29, 2016 at 4:11 pm

The Art of Making It Believable

By Cheryl Taggert 

Originally, a fair amount of what follows was an addendum to the end of Part Two of I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star. I have done some editing, additions, and deletions to create this blog post, so it is not exactly what appeared at the end of Chapter 60. I go more into why I did what I did, the concern with pacing, as well as addressing the remainder of the novel, which is Part Three.

I must say I am proud of this phase of my erotic novel. Normally, an author just lets the story stand for itself, but because I communicate with my readers through comments on the website, making me feel much closer to you all, I felt more was needed than just saying adios to a couple of characters who had played such a big part in this story.

I’ve known for a long time that Carlo and Gwen would die in the rescue, as well as Pablo. The other minor characters who chased Cindy and the twins through the brush died because the story required it, and I know that nobody felt the loss of them at all since they were what I would call “bit players” in the story. Besides, they were part of the “bad guys” and those losses are not mourned the way the death of a “good guy” is.

There are a number of reasons I chose to kill off Carlo and Gwen. First, there is this thing called making a story believable. Having our heroes unscathed at the end of this hastily concocted escape scene just would not pass what I call the believability test.  While much of what we write here is beyond that scope because we want to write the erotic scenes, not convince our readers that nearly every woman in the world craves sex with their daughters, etc., when I tackled the idea of writing a section that dedicated itself to a suspense angle, I knew I needed to prevent my reader from saying to him- or herself, “Oh, come on, now. Really?” at the end. Read any suspense novel, and more often than not someone the reader likes suffers by the end of the book, often suffering death.

That was the case here. I knew from the outset that one of the three women would have to die to create what is known as verisimilitude, which is the appearance of being real. That is also the reason Cindy is not the one to shoot Pablo, which would have been a sort of completion of a circle in the story. The idea of Cindy being well-trained in shooting a gun, despite not having a gun in her hand in at least five years, and making the shot is not believable. The idea of luck entering the story at this point would strain credulity as well. She was lucky enough to escape with her life.

As I say, I knew one of the women would have to not make it. If it were Cindy, the entire rescue would be considered a failure, regardless of having saved the twins as a sort of token happy ending, overall. If it were Kayleigh, we would lose a character we’ve known since chapter one, a heroine of the story overall. More than that, the loss of her mother would have to have a devastating effect on Cheryl, which I was not planning to create in the story.

This left Gwen. She was peripheral for the most part. She was fighting to save Cindy despite knowing she was playing with fire and risking her life. Her life had even been threatened to leave it alone, but she did it anyway. Unlike the other two women, she was not necessary to the rest of the novel. The decision, then, became an easy one, despite the loss of a character I liked, as well as everyone else reading this.

I once read that Agatha Christie wanted to kill off Hercule Poirot for years, but she didn’t do it for marketing reasons. This would be like James Patterson killing off Alex Cross. (If you don’t know this writer and character, think Ian Fleming killing off James Bond… same thing.) Had I written a series that included Gwen and killed her off in book ten or something, I would expect a tremendous backlash. Stephen King’s main character in Misery suffered the ultimate backlash after killing a favorite character. Gwen, however, only appears in the dozen or so chapters of this book where she takes part, so while I knew there would be backlash, I felt safe in saying good-bye to her. The good news is that I am considering bringing her back to life to be the heroine in my mainstream book, but with a different character name.

The fact that some of you have expressed your sadness over the loss of Gwen only means I did what I set out to do. That you care about my characters is the greatest compliment any writer can receive. It means they are more than words on a page. They have become real to you.

I set out to make Part Two an erotic thriller that would become a page-turner more for the suspense than for the sex, and I believe I have succeeded. I worried that the vast majority of you would stop reading this book because there were chapters totally devoid of erotic scenes. I am sure some did move on to other stories, and that’s fine. I cannot force people to read my work, and this is an erotica site, after all. That many of you not only kept reading, but also urged me to ‘hurry up’ with the next chapter is music to my ears. I am humbled by your admiration of my work.

It wasn’t easy to write the suspense portion of the story. I was always concerned with pacing, not wanting to venture too far into the suspense without having, for want of a better term, sexual relief (as opposed to comic relief). Pacing is an important aspect of any story. Readers would tire of a story in which nothing seems to ever really happen. Likewise, they would get exhausted reading a book that was always like waiting for the bad guy to jump out of the closet. There needs to be balance. Fortunately, the sex in an erotic novel is a natural moment to allow the reader to just enjoy the story.

That will be different in my mainstream novel, of course. No publisher would buy a book in which the main characters — a mother and daughter — were engaged in an incestuous lesbian affair, regardless how much he or she enjoyed that aspect on a personal level. But pacing is an important thing to remember when writing, regardless of the subject matter. Pacing is having the right amount of one aspect in the story before moving to another. As a writer, you want just enough, but not too much.

This is how cliff-hangers are created. Just as you are getting interested in one character’s exploits, a chapter ends and you are somewhere else with another character and situation, and that other character and his or her situation that you were so interested in must wait until later to be resolved. This keeps the reader reading, hoping to return to that other situation soon. When you finally do return, you have grown enormously interested in that other character and situation. It’s urgent as a writer to make these choices correctly.

Part Three of this novel will involve the character Cheryl as a young adult, ages 18 to 24. She is of legal age now, and her life continues to be filled with sex and love, which are the reasons for the story in the first place. She will attend a local university for some very personal reasons, and meet new and exciting friends — many of them children. She will also meet the love of her life (I wonder what name I will give her??) and deal with the intricacies of being in a committed relationship, much of them autobiographical. I will go ahead and tell you that I will write about how I first met Lisa. Some of our old friends will return, like Deanna, who didn’t have much to do once the rescue of Cindy started being planned, as well as Deanna’s sister Elizabeth, who is newly married and sneaks to have sex with Deanna. I am also bringing back Nikki, the daughter of Rick and Tera, the production assistants who asked Cheryl and Deanna to seduce their daughter. We haven’t seen her since she was five. She would be fourteen now that Cheryl is eighteen. She might even have a little sister to share with the girls… and my readers. ;)

So I hope you come along for the ride that is Part Three of my longest erotic novel. Funny thing is that when I started this, I thought it might go twenty chapters, twenty-two at most. As of this writing, I have completed chapter 64, with at least another dozen in the plans.

So sit back, grab something to sit on if you are a girl or something to come into if you are a guy, and enjoy what I hope will be the hottest chapters I’ve written to date.


Previous articles in this series:

The Method to My Madness  (June 12, 2015)

More of My Madness  (February 16, 2016)

Sexy Gems from Our Little Lesbian Library

  • Posted on November 18, 2016 at 3:09 pm

By JetBoy

Starting as of immediately,Image result for sexy librarian my lovely partners and I are introducing a new feature to Juicy Secrets in our continual quest for excellence: a Featured Story of the Week, to be posted on the site’s front page every Friday. With each selection, we’ll be highlighting a story from our library of lesbian fiction that is, in our humble opinion, worthy of your notice.

Our objective here is to shine the spotlight on older, lesser known works, many of which simply never got much attention. Before opening Juicy Secrets to the public, we loaded the site with most of our older material. Since none of these got the splashy front-page announcement that newly posted stories receive, we suspect that some of them simply slipped beneath the radar of our readers.

This is the inevitable way of things at erotic fiction sites, actually — the lion’s share of attention will always (and should always) go to the newest posts. With the Featured Story of the Week, our objective is to turn you on, literally and figuratively, to some oldies but goodies you may have missed in your travels.

If you’re one of our regular crowd, you shouldn’t have to be told how much we appreciate it when you leave comments with these or any of our stories, and how wonderful your words and thoughts make us feel… so I won’t even address that topic!

We do hope that the Featured Story of the Week will bring you considerable reading joy — as well as the occasional knee-trembler of an orgasm.

Many thanks to all of you who are part of our little community.

No comment?

  • Posted on October 14, 2016 at 2:30 pm

By JetBoy

I’d like to bring up a subject that is very near and dear to my partners and me: your comments and feedback, and how crucially important it is to us — and this site.

We three have addressed this topic many times over in our various blog entries, comments, statements of purpose and story introductions — but always as an aside. Now, the time feels right to explain why the gift of your words and thoughts means so very much to us.

First, a few words about what goes into making Juicy Secrets what it is.

Without even asking, I can speak for Naughty Mommy, Cheryl and myself in saying that the running of this site is a genuine labor of love. Read our first-year anniversary blog post to get an inkling of the satisfaction and outright joy we’ve derived from planning Juicy Secrets, bringing it to life and watching it grow.

But when you click onto our link and navigate around the site, exploring its nooks and crannies, what you’re seeing is the result of work. A lot of work. Adding new posts and stories (which often includes considerable reformatting from the original source), hunting for thrilling images to accompany them, making necessary changes to the site pages to present and catalogue these posts, penning notes and comments for each other’s writing, doing the back-and-forth with our guest authors (even the ones that don’t make the cut), trawling through Leslita’s vast repository of lesbian fiction for stories to add to our archive, etc.

Not to mention writing our own stories, which requires a heaping helping of time in itself.

Finally, there’s the hours my partners and I spend hashing ideas, problems, planning and logistics between us. You might find this difficult to believe, but we exchange emails about what’s happening with the site almost every single day, holidays included.

Needless to say, we don’t make a cent doing this. Actually, it’s not even possible to make a living writing the kind of fiction that we do. I’d estimate that ninety-eight percent of our content consists of stories that no publisher (actual or virtual) would touch with a ten-foot pole — and the lion’s share of them wouldn’t be accepted by any of the big erotica sites, either.

Which brings us to the million-dollar question: why do we do this? Well, there’s the pride my cohorts and I feel at having created Juicy Secrets, and the security of having a safe space for our work. But there’s also the enormous pleasure of having that work noticed and acknowledged, particularly in the words of praise and the thoughtful comments that some of you are kind enough to leave after you read.

It’s hard to describe just how good it feels, that giddy surge of delight that we experience when a reader compliments our writing. It’s a friendly pat on the back, an assuring smile, a hug of encouragement that tells us our work has value — and all the time, effort and occasional frustration that went into it was worthwhile. The warm regard of an audience is a better high than any drug, no question.

On the other hand, it’s a major downer to pay a visit to a recently posted story, one that you put your heart and soul into, and find no more than a single comment, or nothing at all. I’ve known authors of erotic stories — good stories — who’ve simply abandoned their craft in defeat, convinced that barely anyone gives a damn about their work.

Don’t misunderstand, dear readers — your Boy Author is not throwing a woe-unto-us pity party here. Cheryl, Naughty Mommy and I derive a great deal of satisfaction from doing what we do. But your comments add so much to that satisfaction that I’m willing to put aside my pride — indeed, even my dignity! — to plead with you good people: spare a thought for us when you especially enjoy reading a Juicy Secrets story, and leave a comment.

It should be added here that, much as we crave your praise, it’s even more important that you leave comments for our guest authors. Doing so will increase the likelihood that they’ll continue to write — a winning situation for both Juicy Secrets and its readers!

One final point: we are not — emphatically not — asking anyone to offer praise for our work if we haven’t earned it. As the great comedian Flip Wilson once said, “If you didn’t intend to applaud, don’t applaud. Keep your damn hands to yourself!” On the other hand, if the story moved your soul, got you feeling warm and tingly all over, or spurred you into a “happy ending” of your own… why not take sixty seconds out of your life to tell us so? Thirty seconds, even. Hell, you can type “Great story!” in less than ten. And it honestly does mean the world to us.

Thanks for indulging my shameless pandering, and for being a part of this site’s extended family. (You must be, if you’ve read this far.) May the road always rise with you.

Love, JetBoy

So you want to write stories…

  • Posted on August 30, 2016 at 2:23 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

Hello again, dear readers. Yes, it’s that young (isn’t almost 34 still young?) woman who obsesses about writing again. Recently, I finished writing chapter 50 of I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, and I commented on the site that I had completed that much of the book, despite the fact that the work has been posted only through chapter 43, as of this writing. (Chapter 44 posted the day after I wrote the first draft of this blog entry, which I am now working on to improve.)

Then something occurred to me. Most readers think once a first draft is done, that’s all there is to it. The fact is, the work has just begun. There is so much more that will take place with that chapter before you, the reader, see it. Some of our readers will submit a story to us, and we will make suggestions. Usually, these suggestions are seen for what they are — our attempt to make what is a good story better. Other times the author will not be willing to tackle a re-write for a variety of reasons, and that is fine as well. Life sometimes gets in the way of writing for many people, especially in this genre if the author’s significant other is, shall we say, unaware of the author’s fantasy life as it regards our type of erotica. However, rarely do we post a story if the author is not willing to fix what we see as some problems with the work. In fact, I don’t recall that we ever have. The truth is we all experience those problems when writing, and if we want it to be good, we take the time to do the re-writes.

I teach English in the U.S. to seventh graders, or young students who are probably reaching their 12th or 13th birthdays at some point during their school year with me. One thing that is certain is that as writing students (part of my curriculum involves writing), the hardest lesson my students learn is that a first draft is good for two things, and two things only: several re-writes or the trash bin. I say this because a first draft that does not see at least some editing is worthy of the trash bin. On the other hand, a first draft that undergoes several close readings with corrections, deletions, and additions to the text will usually garner a good grade for my students, or in my case, a good chapter or story, or at least one that is better than it was after the initial draft was written.

I am fortunate enough to have two very good authors who function as my “readers” to help me improve my writing for this site. They are, in essence, my editors, just as I am one of their editors. Before it is posted, they read what I’ve written, and I read what they’ve written, and we all make suggestions to improve the work. Sometimes I will reject a suggestion and provide a reason why I am rejecting it, as do my partners. The explanation is nearly always accepted and we move on.

Here are some examples of actual notes I have received from Naughty Mommy and JetBoy. They would include, before the comment, a copied and pasted sentence or three that is the subject of their note to me, which I am leaving out since I don’t want you to see what is sometimes some awful writing on my part:

  1. The first part of the second sentence is clunky. I suggest something like… (A suggestion of a re-write is noted here, and if I agree with the note, I will either use the suggestion or something else will occur to me that I think is even better than the suggestion.)
  2. You have “as” three times in the last sentence.
  3. This sentence feels somewhat clumsy… but a simple rearrangement of the words will make it right.
  4. Suggest streamlining this by cutting “the man who is,” to eliminate repetition.
  5. Two very similar references to getting into trouble… I’d change one of ‘em.

These are only five notes from only ONE of my partners/editors, and they all concern only one chapter. There were a total of ten notes on this chapter from this person (who shall remain unnamed, even though it is one of two people).

I ended up rejecting the last note in the list above because of what, exactly, I wanted to emphasize in the sentence/paragraph. We are always free to disagree with a note as long as we have a good reason for it. I explained myself and received an email agreeing with my decision.

Here are a few more, just to show you we sometimes write things that are less than stellar.

  1. This was somewhat difficult to parse. My suggestion is to revise it as… (Again, a suggestion was offered here.)
  2. There’s a word or two missing here, I think, after ‘how’. Also, you have four sentences in a row in that paragraph starting with ‘She’.
  3. I was mystified at first by this sentence, unable to figure out who the ‘mother’ was. It took a minute for me to recall the characters and relationships. My suggestion is to either offer a little more help to the reader there, or simply remove the second half of the sentence altogether. The latter might be best. Stick with the story instead of the distracting aside.

As you can see, overuse of a word or phrase is often a problem for me. I can’t tell you how many times I get a note similar to the second part of #2 above or #’s 2 and 4 in the first set. This happens because sometimes I am writing quickly and not really thinking about how I’m wording something. I just want to get the basics of the plot down before the situation along with what I’m wanting to do with it disappears from my brain, which can happen when you are thinking quickly about something and your mind is racing along at breakneck speed. (At least I hope my mind is doing that, which is an element of when I am “in the zone” as a writer, where the story seems to be writing itself.) Therefore, such problems are to be expected by any author.

All three of the chapter notes in the second set of suggestions above were dead on, as were the other three notes this person wrote that I didn’t share. When I looked at what I had written, I was in complete agreement with the notes. Of course, we sometimes get right to the point with each other because we have learned to work together and we know that we each respect each other’s writing immensely. The notes above are examples of just how direct we are with each other. I like that about my colleagues. They don’t tiptoe around me, they get to the point. If it’s clunky, clumsy, or difficult to follow, they tell me without mincing words. I appreciate the direct honesty from them. Furthermore, I feel I am a much better writer than I was a year ago because of our association.

Someone (sorry, I forget who) once said that writing is what takes place somewhere between the fourth and fifth re-write. I know exactly what that person meant. So please know that we take time with our stories and chapters to try to make them as perfect as we can. If you wish to submit a story to us, we will take you along on that wonderful ride called true writing.

It’s sometimes a scary ride, like a big roller coaster, but when it’s done you realize what a blast you had.

So keep writing! There are many stories yet to tell.

(A brief “P.S.” here to lend my words credibility: I have returned to this blog entry five times to edit it before it was posted, one of those times because a colleague shared a comment he/she felt needed to be addressed, which led to more tweaks by me.)

The Story of a Story

  • Posted on August 27, 2016 at 2:24 pm

By Naughty Mommy

In a recent comment on the last chapter I’ve posted of The Joy of Looking, someone said: “I wish this would get updated!”

In a similar comment a few weeks earlier, another person said: “This is a wonderful story but it has been a month since the the last part was posted. Has the story ended or will there be more parts?”

As I said in my reply to the comment just above, I do intend to write and post more, and in fact I have the completion of the JoL epic pretty well planned out. That will probably consist of two or three additional chapters, possibly more; I won’t know until I actually sit down and write it.

Currently I’m spending most of my author time working on Secrets, but that story’s getting close to a finish now too. I’m presently in the middle of composing Chapter 21, though I’ve only posted five chapters at this point. As you know, I prefer to work fairly far ahead when creating extended length stories. That way I can easily revise earlier sections as new developments take place later on in the plot. At any rate, after I wrap up Secrets, I’ll likely tackle the last few chapters of The Joy of Looking.

Something occurred to me recently as I was thinking about why I’ve been putting off bringing JoL to a close. Perhaps it’s because I’ve grown so fond of the characters that I just can’t bear to let them go. I don’t want to have to say goodbye. After all, Julie and her family have been a big part of my life for something like eight years now. I’ve invested countless hours thinking about them and reporting on all their adventures.

I can’t actually remember when I began writing that story. The original version, then titled “Underage Voyeurs,” is lost in the fog of time (and on outdated, discarded computers), but I think I started it back around 2008 or possibly even earlier. I wrote the first three or four chapters, then put it down for a few years, not picking it up again until after I’d published my first story online at Lesbian Lolita and received so many wonderful, supportive comments. I was excited then to write more — and once I got going on the continuation of JoL, it seemed to take on a life of its own. Julie and her mom and the rest of her family and their friends had so many things to tell me and show me that I couldn’t wait to keep writing the next chapter, and the next chapter, and so on.

Over about seven months, from November 2012 to May 2013, I wrote and published more than 80 chapters. It was a whirlwind of erotic creativity, incredibly thrilling but also exhausting. By the end, I was ready to let go. When I finally posted Chapter 84 at Leslita (on Mother’s Day, hee-hee), I thought that really would be The End.

Except it wasn’t.

When JetBoy and Cheryl and I began making plans for Juicy Secrets, I was convinced by them that I should write at least a few more chapters to extend my opus and bring it to a suitable finale. I agreed, of course, but once again the story just took off. Now it’s up to 133 chapters — more than 496,000 words, almost half a million! — and still it’s not complete. Getting pretty close, though.

I know there are some who say they want this story never to end. I understand and I sympathize. As I said, I truly will hate to say farewell to these beloved characters. They feel like family to me.

Nevertheless, it can’t go on forever. I’m afraid that if I just kept churning out chapters, I would end up repeating myself. It would get stale, and I don’t want that to happen. I love this story too much.

So, look for the last few chapters (and this time, I swear, it really will be only a few) at some point in the fairly near future — not right away, mind you, but probably by the end of 2016.

When it’s all finally over, I will grieve. It won’t be easy. Yet there will be something to celebrate as well: the joyous conclusion of what is for me a major artistic accomplishment. Compared to legitimate authors, it’s maybe not such a big deal, but I’m quite proud of myself for having achieved this.

And oh, by the way, I’ve also enjoyed a whole lot of delicious orgasms along the way. And isn’t that what it’s really all about?

Growing as a Writer, with Thanks

  • Posted on June 20, 2016 at 2:37 pm

By Cheryl Taggert 

Juicy Secrets is now over a year old, and it seems to be growing quite a bit. We now have more authors submitting good material, and our readers’ comments indicate we are doing something right.

Me? I’m just plugging along. I write as many as three chapters a week now. I once wrote MAYBE half a chapter, or perhaps a story every now and then. But this website has changed my life in so many ways.

First, I have two online friends I love. Yes, I know there are many things I don’t know about my partners in this endeavor, but we have grown rather close over the past year. I feel no more support from anyone than I do them, with the only exception being my wife, Lisa. (We will be celebrating our first anniversary June 22.) I feel the affection JetBoy and Naughty Mommy have for me, and although Lisa usually lurks as a reader and does not comment much, if at all, she loves this site and what it has done for me. The fact is she knows my password and usually signs in as me because I have access to things on the website that our readers cannot see due to my admin status. For example, she read the latest chapters of two of our favorite works-in-progress, The Joy of Looking and Scouting for Girls, long before they were published. She likes being special like that, I guess, so I don’t blame her for not signing on as herself very often.

Second, I write much more now than I ever did before. If you had told me a year ago that I would complete what is essentially a book-length erotic novel, I would have laughed at you. Yet, I have done that now with my conclusion of The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club. I am well on my way to completing a much longer work, I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star. This latter work even has those elements of fiction that always make the story much better and more interesting: conflict and suspense. I believe I am a much better writer now than I ever was before. And I have this site, mostly the two lovely people who asked me to be a part of it, to thank for that.

So please pardon this little thank you note to them, above. They certainly deserve it.

Now, to my wife, Lisa. I cannot tell my readers how happy you have made me and continue to make me. You, too, have improved my writing just by loving me and offering suggestions. I feel the unconditional, emotional, physical, and spiritual love you have for me on a daily basis. And I want to thank you here also for allowing me to use our story — how we met, fell in love, had problems, separated, and got back together again — as a story-line in Porn Star. (That will come later, folks, in Part Three.)

Now, thank you to our readers for continuing your journey through the eroticism of our special interest. I once felt mostly alone in these feelings, especially since I am a woman. I don’t anymore. Your reading of our material, your kind comments, and your understanding are a wealth of support. Thank you.

Happy First Birthday, Juicy Secrets!

  • Posted on May 4, 2016 at 1:52 pm

Yes, dear readers, May 4 is the day Juicy Secrets went “LIVE” for the first time! That was one year ago today, and the owners of this site — Naughty Mommy, JetBoy, and Cheryl Taggert — have decided to post our thoughts about the past year and this wonderful website!

Cheryl’s message:

A bit over a year ago, I received an email asking if I might be interested in starting a joint-venture website for publishing online erotica, specifically stories written by the website owners, as well as the best stories by other authors. To say I was flattered would be a gargantuan understatement. I was beside myself. Lisa even commented a few weeks into the project how happy I seemed to be when working on things for Juicy Secrets.

We hashed out what we wanted the site to be, and what we did not want it to be. We didn’t decide who would do what, exactly, but jobs just naturally fell to each of us. I set up the email account, terms of use, and the original submission guidelines — in other words, the things that needed to be written before we opened our little free shop of erotica. Naughty Mommy set up the website, and Danny/JetBoy became our archivist and chief editor. Yes, you can see that most of the actual “work” was done chiefly by my partners, but being fairly computer illiterate, I was a poor choice to do any of the website set-up work. You wouldn’t believe the meltdown I had one night when I thought I had completely lost a chapter I’d written. Thanks to Naughty Mommy, it was retrieved easily. I’ll never forget Lisa standing in our bedroom door and shouting over my sobs, “Relax! I’m sure she (Naughty Mommy) can get it back!”

To prepare my end of things, I began to copy my stories over from LL, having a wonderful time finding errors and problems to fix in them, since being able to edit a story was mostly impossible at LL since of course I never had admin rights there.

This new sense of having something wonderful and fulfilling to do was and is in direct contrast to the months I was getting chemo for stage zero (thank goodness!) cervical cancer at the end of 2014. I am basically cancer-free now. Life is good.

The time since we started this website has turned out to be the best year of my life on both a professional and personal level. After the U.S. Supreme Court allowed people of the same sex to marry, Lisa and I made quick plans to “tie the knot” before anyone could change their minds. We enjoyed a long honeymoon in New Orleans, still one of my favorite places in the world to visit, and I was totally and completely happy for the first time in my life. Not to mention I am so completely in love I sometimes cry from contemplating the beauty of it. (Lisa does too, and the fact that she does honors me.)

This was and still is in stark contrast to my life growing up. While I did have a lot of success in the sex department as a young girl and teenager, my personal life was one of unhappiness and unrealized connections with my parents, especially my mother, who never accepted my sexuality, something she always thought was a choice I made, mostly to upset her. The first “new” writing I posted on the website did a little to chronicle this problem to you, our readers, so you would understand some things about me.

Life now is just…different in so many ways. During the past year I have completed numerous writing projects — series begun during this year of J.S., as well as stories begun many years ago. I never thought I would gain the discipline as a writer to complete a project. Then, I began and finished Nanny for a Night, with chapter one posting May 9 of last year, and the final chapter posting on August 3. In less than three months, I had actually completed what was, essentially, an erotic novella of about 40,000 words. I won’t go into the celebration I had with Lisa upon completing a book for the first time, but suffice it to say, it was great! Then I finished my first full-length erotic novel, The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, which was the first series I ever attempted to write, well over a decade ago at Nifty. It is now over 100,000 words, and the celebration of that completed work made the last celebration pale in comparison.

This success led to completing other stories I had begun long ago. Some went for a only a few chapters more, but they were finished. I would no longer receive an email asking me when I was planning to finish this or that story.

Now, I have only one former project to finish, I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, which already has a few new chapters added since I put it away for a time several years ago.

I finally feel like a writer. This makes me very happy.

Then, my father and I reconciled after many years of not speaking.

Then, Lisa and I bought a house and got a dog.

What’s next? I have no clue. The one thing I do know is that my life is what I always wanted it to be.

The future finally holds…promise.

JetBoy’s message:

When that fateful email from Naughty Mommy turned up in the JetBoy inbox, I’d already been thinking long and hard about how great it would be to have my very own website, a home for all the stories I’d cobbled together over a decade of writing lesbian incest and Lolita fiction. Only one problem: your Boy Author lacked the time, computer savvy and patience needed to do the grunt work involved in setting up a gen-you-wine story site, especially one that required such niceties as (shudder) formatting. Memories of attempting to set up a stylish page for my eBay store and getting reduced to a blithering wreck in the process still stung.

So when Naughty Mommy contacted Cheryl and me, asking if we thought she ought to set up her own erotic author site, my response was immediate: Yes, that’s a marvelous idea… and by the way, are you interested in taking on a partner, namely me? She replied with a thumbs-up, and another letter was swiftly dispatched to Cheryl, this time inviting her to make it a threesome. When her delighted acceptance followed the next day I knew, before a single brick had been laid, that we were on the verge of something truly special.

The next few weeks were a monkey-barrel of activity, what with getting the site up in the first place (all Naughty Mommy’s doing) and front-loading it with our stories. Meanwhile, we three embarked on lengthy email discussions about Juicy Secrets, quickly working out a shared vision of where we wanted our fledgling site to go. It’s almost scary how similar in alignment our minds were (and remain) when it comes to Things Erotic. In fact, Cheryl, Naughty Mommy and I often refer to each other in our hundreds of back-and-forth messages as siblings — two sisters and a big brother, all of whom enjoy lesbian stories with an edge.

We were lucky enough to have the much-missed Story Friends Forum around just long enough for us to plug the hell out of Juicy Secrets before their plug got pulled, so we had something of an audience at the very start. (Many of you are still dropping by to visit, bless your hearts.)

My partners and I agreed at the start that we wanted to feature other writing besides ours, and encouraged submissions from the public, along with seeking out authors we respected and asking them nicely for material. Some of those stories can be found here; others didn’t make the cut. The three of us make no secret about setting our standards high — and that goes for each other’s work, by the way! (This seems like a good place to offer our sincere and hearty thanks to anyone who cared enough to contribute to our beloved site, whether your stories got chosen or not — and to those of you who offer us stories in the future.)

When the Leslita site seemed about to close for good, my partners and I decided that there was far too much of genuine value to let sink into the tar pit of oblivion. Thus, the Leslita Archive was born, home to some of our favorite stories from their massive collection. This project was put on hiatus when Leslita temporarily came to back to life, then revived when the site fell silent again. Expect to see more gems from Leslita’s glory days in the months ahead, many of them suggested by you loyal readers.

Twelve months on, I’m positively dazzled by the thing of beauty Juicy Secrets has become, and eager to make it shine even brighter during its second year of life. Contributing to this site has been a joy, a fascinating pastime and an honor. More thanks than I can cram into one blog post is extended like a bouquet of flowers to my Juicy Secrets cohorts, friends and virtual sisters, Naughty Mommy and Cheryl. Love you guys.

Finally, a heartfelt helping of gratitude to you, our public. We don’t draw any kind of wage for doing Juicy Secrets, but the site has enriched us nonetheless — because, you see, we have taken our payment in friends. You are our reward.

Naughty Mommy’s message:

Hmm, let’s see, stories about little girls getting curious about their bodies, playing naughty games with each other… fictional accounts of women having sex with underage girls… erotica about sisters, or mothers and daughters, becoming sexual with one another… who would ever want to read something like that?

I began composing stories like those for my own enjoyment around fifteen years ago, when I was in my mid-20s (you can read more about that here). But honestly, I never imagined that someday I would actually make my work public. And I certainly never thought I would become a partner in a website devoted specifically to the kind of fiction I love to write. It’s just amazing!

What a wonderful journey of discovery this has been: exploring my own deepest, darkest fantasies, letting them out into the open just for myself in my dirty stories … then finding similar erotica online at Nifty.org and later at Lesbian Lolita, loving the things I read there, masturbating again and again as I read them … becoming a big fan of two authors in particular, Cheryl Taggert and JetBoy, craving and savoring their stories, but once again never dreaming I would be associated with them someday the way I am now … gradually building up my courage until finally I took the big leap of posting a story at Leslita, and then getting so many supportive and encouraging comments … which motivated me to pick up another little piece I’d started writing a few years earlier, then called Underage Voyeurs, adding on to the first few chapters, watching the tale grow and evolve, changing the title to The Joy of Looking, and then … well, the rest, as the saying goes, is history.

But back to the question I began with — who would ever want to read fiction about the kind of topics I enjoy writing about? Evidently a lot of people would! My partners and I have been so pleased to find that there really is a substantial audience interested in our specific erotic niche. It’s been gratifying to look at the numbers, to know that every month tens of thousands of different people are visiting Juicy Secrets and reading the stories we post. It’s incredible!

The other thing that’s been fantastically rewarding is all the comments we’ve received. As of this writing, we have approved almost 4,000 comments from site visitors. Can you believe that? The steady interaction with our readers, the many conversations taking place at the Juicy Readers Forum, the stimulating back and forth between creators and consumers — that’s what our site is really all about.

So please keep it up. Let’s make the second year even better than the first, okay? You know what we like to say: keep coming back, and keep coming. We love you!

 

An Immodest Proposal

  • Posted on April 7, 2016 at 2:16 pm

(With apologies to Jonathan Swift)

By JetBoy

When Naughty Mommy set up the Best of Leslita page at Juicy Secrets (and I assumed the unofficial mantle of Site Archivist), our goal was to gather up all the best stories from Lesbian Lolita and preserve them here before its founder ‘C’ closed the site down for reasons of health after an incredible ten-year run. (Our best wishes go out to you, dear lady, wherever you are.)

Day after day, I’d select choice items from the many stories to be found there and post them here, with my lovely site cohort Cheryl often proofreading and cleaning up the text.

Then an unexpected windfall took place, or at least we thought it was: Leslita was taken over by a volunteer from our little erotic scene named Jenny, who vowed to keep it going. Needless to say, my partners and I were delighted to see our big sister site saved from the scrap heap. Furthermore, the fact that Leslita would stay put meant that we no longer had to wig out about salvaging its stories, so my urgent archiving activities came to a halt.

That was then, this is now. As I type these words, it has been four months since a new story has appeared at Leslita. We’re not exactly sure what has happened, only that it has.

Even if the site resumes, it will be a pale shadow of its former glory. Allow me to quote this addition to the submissions page, added I know not when:

While in the past stories were included, that focused on the sexual attraction of adult women toward young girls. From now on, stories submitted must have focus on the sexual feelings the underage characters. Any story with an adult main character (first person voiced) will not be allowed. Also stories containing sexual activity between an adult and a child under the age of 13 will not be allowed. 

With these new rules, Leslita has surrendered the edge that made it unique among erotic websites. This is a unhappy development, as there are no sites of any real size (and precious few small ones) that accept sex stories featuring young girls.

Anyhow, the lack of any new posts for such a long while has reawakened our fears about the eventual disappearance of Leslita — and its enormous library of lesbian fiction.

Naughty Mommy, Cheryl, and I want to expand our Best of Leslita archive, to save what’s worth saving from the site while we’re still able. But we can’t do it alone. Running this site, earning our daily bread, spending time with our loved ones, then trying to get writing done in our spare hours… in the end, the three of us simply don’t have the ability to dig through thousands of stories as thoroughly as we’d like.

To that end we challenge you, our loyal readers, to let us know about your special Leslita favorites… or journey through the delights and dregs of the site, thinking about the tales you’d most like to see at Juicy Secrets, then let us know about them. You’ll be making a genuine contribution to making our humble home a better, sexier place.

If you wish to participate, this link will take you to the Leslita page for Stories By Title. This link will take you to the page for Stories By Author. Trawl through them at your leisure (not at work, I beseech you), then then email your nominees to yours truly, JetBoy the Archivist, at carstairsnwater@yahoo.com.

Thing is, my partners and I are pretty picky when it comes to dirty stories. We aren’t afraid to criticize each other’s writing — that applies and then some to everyone else. We have strong ideas about what works for us and what doesn’t. Check out my blog post What We Like and Why We Like It to get a good idea of the caliber of erotica we seek. Just remember that no matter how hot the sex is, we’re likely to pass if the story is weakly plotted or clumsily written.

We prefer completed stories, but are willing to use unfinished tales of sufficient quality and hotness. Also, this is a lesbian fiction site, so any story that features heterosexual action to any major degree (and there are a few of these at Leslita) will not be considered for inclusion. No spurting cocks, thanks very much!

One cautionary note: we’d like to keep the whole nomination process a discreet one, so please don’t leave your story suggestions as comments on this page. Send them to the appropriate receptacle, namely me.

Finally, fervent thanks and lots of love to any of you who heeds our plea. Lesbian Lolita was an incredibly valuable resource back in the day… let’s pitch in and do what we can to preserve its wicked legacy!

Fondly yours, JetBoy