http://slow.writerscafe.org/LadySpudButt The original writings of author Darl1ng N1kk1 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036088 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Janet was an early bird. Catch the worm, and all that.  Ifshe was honest, she didn't trust her coworkers to do things up to herstandards, so she liked to get to the office an hour early each day to dothings properly.Every day, he was still there.  Still mopping, or vac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/1413947/ It was beautiful; pink, around six inches, and studded with sequins. A gift from Jeff, to get her through his three month business trip. His only request: "Think of me," he said with a wink. I will think of you, she thought. The second time. The first time, however, I'll be thinking of Michael.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/1343080/ He led her by the hand through the trees.  The breeze lifting her skirt, she wasreminded that her panties had been abandoned at the house.  When attempting something like this, speedwas key.  Deeper into the park they went, searching for asecluded area.  It was mid-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/1273509/ As he joinsme in the elevator, he hits the button for the top floor.  More than enough time, unless someoneinterrupts us.  No time to waste, hereaches up my skirt and yanks down my panties. His belt is undone and he presses me against the wall, slamming himselfinside my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/1074776/ F**k me withyour fingers before plunging your c**k inside me.  Slip your hands around my waist and guide me,show me how you want to be fucked, slow and sensual, or fast and ferocious.  Squeeze my tits as they bounce in rhythm;suck them when I press my chest to yours. Rake .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/1074774/ Here's something silly I whipped up, to celebrate Halloween. Based on an idea I had late one night, pondering why zombies always want brains. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/1061107/ (Working title) This is quite a change of pace for me. It just came to me this morning. It's rough and needs some editing, but I'm glad to be getting some writing done! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/1057669/ Another quickie, also quickly written. Might need some work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/1047420/ Another spur of the moment. Inspired by true feeling. Cheesy but true. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/1015619/ Just wrote this, spur of the moment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/1015612/ 50 words exactly. My first attempt at short erotica. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/1011028/ I'm trying out an idea - short erotica, with a word limit. It's a challenge, but kind of fun! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/1011027/ This is about a crazy friend I had in college. He's probably one of the most interesting, albeit irritating people, I've ever known. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/1001583/ I wrote this in college, and I haven't looked at it in a while, but decided to post it. Also, I realize the spacing, font, etc. is messed up - I'll fix it at some point, just too lazy to do it now! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/1001579/ Throughout the years Ellen spent in foster homes, she’d always felt alone.  By the age of 18 she was allowed to become independent and found herself a job.  Her days were spent answering the phone and discreetly playing Solitaire in the miniscule office where she was employed, and he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/821534/ The perfect man. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/677014/ A young woman has a very complicated relationship with her friend/lover Des. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/677012/ Another sort of stream of consciousness "poem." Not sure if that's what it really is, but this site always wants us to label everything we post. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/674793/ You wanted me to write, so I did. 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The title of the poem is direct lyrics from Resistance (just giving credit where it's due!). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/615286/ A dystopic/apocalyptic poem inspired partly by Cormac McCarthy's The Road and listening to Muse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/614043/ Something I woke up thinking about this morning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/614032/ An essay I wrote my last year of college. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/612475/ A (probably short) story I might write. I was inspired by Fergie's character in the musical Nine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/610442/ I'm fascinated by serial killers, and have been reading about Ed Gein. There's some things I left out, but hopefully it'll convey his personality and disturbing relationship with his mother. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/609083/ The minute the bell rang, everyone leapt out of their seats.  The only people actually vacating the room, however, were the boys.  Each one of the girls seemed to be propelled by a magnet to James.  Gwen was drawn into the circus unwillingly, the fawning Barbies all pushing forward in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/606253/ Next period was Biology.  Gwen met Luke at their lockers, followed closely by James.  Luke was in Biology with Gwen, which was very lucky, as he was not very good at it.  As they set off for class, Gwen noticed James following closely behind.“Are you lost?” she demanded... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/606252/ Looking over at James, Gwen couldn’t get over the feeling that he was hiding something.  He claimed to be a senior, but she thought he looked slightly older.  This certainly didn’t seem to bother anyone else, however.  His wavy dark hair and lithely muscular body seemed to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/606246/ A stranger appears, disrupting the norm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/606245/             “Ignoramus,” Gwen replied smoothly.            Luke shot his sister a look.  “What does that even mean?  You know too many words!” &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/606244/ A group of siblings with unusual powers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/606241/ A janitor with a strange fetish acquires his heart's desire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/604120/ Something I thought of spur of the moment. Started as a love poem, then got a bit philosophical, with just a dash of religion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/602839/ I no longer understand youYou go from claiming you want me more than anythingTo saying nothing at allIt’s as if you’ve vanished, poof!  GoneI reach out to youOnly to meet empty airI’m not willing to give up just yetThis new person I’ve becomeThat you ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/602589/ This is a poem that was inspired by Trevor Kittelson's story by the same title. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/599267/ I've been going through a sort of transformation as of late, and here's a poem I wrote (very spur of the moment) while listening to some Tori Amos. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/594379/ Not necessarily the first chapter. This is about Bibi, as Marthe dubs her, and what happens to her before Marthe turns her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/587095/ Lorena, Bill's maker on True Blood inspired this piece. I haven't written much yet, but it's a start. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/585528/ I'm collaborating on this story with Trevor Kittelson, here's my 1st chapter, told from the townspeople's perspective. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/580259/ This is a collaboration I'm doing with Trevor Kittelson. It's from the perspective of the townspeople, whereas Trevor's contribution is from Michael, a reluctant werewolf's perspective. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadySpudButt/580258/ This is from a prompt in class, where we were asked to describe a photo. I dedicate this to Russell Weis, my Gramps. Rest in peace, and keep givin' em hell, wherever you are. 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