Thursday, 21 July 2016

lilly

it ends, in a welling surge
of panic. I am torn, to splinters

you may see some of them,
and wonder where I am.

but darkness and foam will pass
in the dawn. and then when all is quiet

my love will still be here, in your reflection
and you can dream on, my friend

Sunday, 14 February 2016

forever

Hi everyone! This story came to me, almost fully formed, in a dream a few years ago. Well, I say dream; I should rightly say nightmare. If, like me, you’re easily scared by things that go bump in the night, maybe treat this one with caution. Otherwise, enjoy.

Friday, 27 November 2015

iron

Hi everyone! Request time. This one was a lot of fun to write, and a bit different; I hope you like it. Let me know—I always love to hear from you. Anyway, I'll be back to my normal style next time!

Wednesday, 19 August 2015

abs

I just dreamed this. No apologies. But I know that I owe you all so much, so I'll be back with more short stories (including a request; you know they're always welcome, right?), a new novel (I've decided to serialise it here as usual), and of course, the long-overdue first episode of lle café. In the meantime, much love to you all; and, enjoy.

Sunday, 19 April 2015

water

Hi everyone! I think violence is a horrible thing, and yet it is still portrayed in the stories of our culture as the only way to fight evil. I do wonder if part of our rising above this, might be to supplant pain, with pleasure. I hope you like the story—it was great fun to write!

Sunday, 22 February 2015

voice

Hi everyone. I've been busy working on a couple of big projectsyou've seen one alreadyso I'm sorry that things have been a bit quiet here. To compensate, I've tried to concentrate as much of myself as possible into this story. Dilute to taste, perhaps with a bath and some candles...

Sunday, 7 December 2014

darkness

I’ve struggled with my dark side, all my life. Partly this blog is for me to explore myself, without judgement, light and dark. Who am I really? What is light, and what is dark? In the end, we all make our own choices. But I have only so much time for big thoughts like that. In the meantime, it gave me an idea for a story. Oh, and in case things have been a bit too gentle for you recently, I've cranked up the heat on this one.

Friday, 19 September 2014

love

The draught from the far end of the platform was colder than the season deserved, even at this late hour. Only two weeks ago the Indian summer had finally faded into autumn; and while Katie's hooded top was more than adequate to fend off the chill, still she shivered angrily.

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

dreams

I've had this fantasy for as long as I've had fantasies, although over the years the characters have changed. As usual, I feel a little nervous about sharing. Will she know herself, and know me, if she reads this?

Sunday, 27 April 2014

llust nine

This is an episode of llust, a present-day erotic fantasy. Don't start with this episode! To go to the beginning, visit the home page.

They were kissing before they knew it, before even a word was spoken.

Perhaps there were no words to say. Whether she had come to the airport to beg Rachel to stay, or for a final farewell before she left forever, did not seem to matter much. She was there, suddenly, out of nowhere; and Rachel had fallen instantly into the depths of her eyes, so vibrantly rich after four lifeless days in Los Angeles. And then their lips were together as though they had never been apart, could never be parted again.

Sunday, 23 March 2014

llust eight

This is an episode of llust, a present-day erotic fantasy. To start at the beginning, visit the home page.

The westering sun had already dried the storm-water from the bare earth as Rachel pushed through the screen door once more. Dust stirred from rain-pounded craters as she stepped down, then swirled tetchily aside as the hem of her borrowed bathrobe followed to drag listlessly about her bare feet.

Sunday, 9 March 2014

lips

I know, I know. I owe you an episode of llust. But the fact is, Rachel is misbehaving more than ever. So while we're waiting for her to get with the bloody programme, here's a fantasy that came to me in the office the other day. Yes, I should get out more. But then who'd write my stories? Enjoy.

Saturday, 25 January 2014

the luculla hive: home

This is the final episode of the luculla hive, an erotic science-fiction novel. To start at the beginning, visit the home page.

19 August 2405
14.657997/106.247406/[2400]01:44:04.0/-15:56:15/3 Luculla
Voice log [Judith Hobson]
Narrative augmentation off/de-clutter on

16:12:05
There’s a rescue ship.

Crew of two. And one of them… one of them. Him.

What do I do? I’m with Katie now. I don’t want him. I don’t want them to find us. But… what choice do we have? We’ve got nowhere else to go.

Nowhere but: home.

Saturday, 4 January 2014

dragons

I'm kind of aware that my recent episodes may have been making for challenging bedtime reading. Hive-lesbian rituals and angst-ridden orgy dreams may be important to a developing plot, but I'm not sure they hit the spot when you're just wanting a little, erm, time to yourself. So, to thank you for staying with me, here's a simple, romantic scene between a girl, and her shape-shifting alien mistress. Well, this is me, after all!

Friday, 6 December 2013

llust seven

This is an episode of llust, a present-day erotic fantasy. To start at the beginning, visit the home page.

Rachel slowed to a stop, unable to follow the sharply tuxedoed maître-d’ while her mind was coming to terms with the incredible place into which she was being led.

The restaurant was dimly lit, but each chandelier and candle seemed to sparkle as though the scene were dusted with glitter. The décor was mostly browns and blacks with hints of opulent cream, and the furnishings elegantly tasteful, bringing to mind a Parisian hotel, or perhaps, a palace.

Sunday, 24 November 2013

the luculla hive: alien

This is a chapter of the luculla hive, an erotic science-fiction novel. WARNING: Do not start with this episode. Really! To start at the beginning, visit the home page.

19 August 2405
14.721097/106.372952/[2400]01:44:04.0/-15:56:15/3 Luculla
Voice log [Judith Hobson]
Narrative augmentation on

21:32:10
I knew the moment would come; the moment that the Hive would reject me: an intruder, a disease.
I was never really one of them. For too long I had lived the comfortable delusion that it might not matter. Perhaps they did too. But my way of love was not compatible with theirs, and I turned on them, and they on me; and now? Now I can never return, and the forest is dark.

Thursday, 7 November 2013

eyes

Being away, I thought I would write something easy: a transcript of one of my, er, day-to-day fantasies. But it has taken me a long time to decide whether to publish it. You see, I'm not entirely sure about implicitly condoning thinking about real people in this way. In the end, I say to myself, if it were me I would be flattered; and though I may think of someone sexually in dreams, I always treat them with respect, and as complete human beings, in real life. Let me know if you would conclude otherwise; but for now, leave aside the big questions and enjoy the story.

Thursday, 24 October 2013

llust six

This is an episode of llust, a present-day erotic fantasy. To start at the beginning, visit the home page.

Rachel was so wrapped in her thoughts that she did not register the familiar baritone rumble of the bike until it was right beside her. She jumped at the startling clatter of its disengaged clutch as Syn guided it to a halt: sharply angular, pillar-box red fairings like armour on an insectile steed.

The social nuances of greeting were beyond Rachel, so she contented herself with an ambiguous smile while Syn dismounted. The beautiful biker was an acquaintance of only one day; but that day had included several hours of boisterous sex. So what was she: a friend? Hardly. A lover? Perhaps physically: but Rachel’s heart was elsewhere.

Monday, 14 October 2013

the luculla hive: queen

This is a chapter of the luculla hive, an erotic science-fiction novel. WARNING: Do not start with this episode! To start at the beginning, visit the home page.

03 August 2405
14.825337/106.495972/[2400]01:44:04.0/-15:56:15/3 Luculla
Voice log [Judith Hobson]
Narrative augmentation on

20:45:27
There are no animals on Luculla.

I had almost become resigned to the mystery of the Hive. My every day with Katie has been a heaven: of appreciation of her and of her folk; of casual (and unproductive) analysis of their speech and way of life; and of frequent and incredible lovemaking. But how it all arose, and how it perpetuates: these greater questions no longer stirred me to deeper or more rigorous investigations. I was here; I was in love; that was all that mattered.

Sunday, 29 September 2013

white fire

My very first sexual experiences came from hurting my toys. I don't know whether this is normal. Certainly today I have no need to be in, or to cause, pain during sex. But it lingers in some of my fantasies. The balance has to be exquisite. So this story, one of my oldest, comes with a warning: if you're softer than me--although that's unlikely--best move along. Otherwise here, hold my hand, it's time for something a bit different.

Sunday, 22 September 2013

llust five

This is an episode of llust, a present-day erotic fantasy. To start at the beginning, visit the home page.

‘Kim!’

Rachel’s eyes flicked open. The dream was right there with her; and so was Susan, lying beside her, eyebrows raised, head on hand, twinge of a smile.

For a second Rachel was paralysed, filled with the image of Kim’s perfectly taut body that had been above her: the mound bridging the tendons of her thighs, the blown-glass curves of her abdomen, the slight outward hang of her nipples.

Saturday, 7 September 2013

the luculla hive: drone

This is a chapter of the luculla hive, an erotic science-fiction novel. To start at the beginning, visit the home page.

23 June 2405
14.825337/106.495972/[2400]01:44:04.0/-15:56:15/3 Luculla
Auto-narrate on

23:09:34
When Katie returned I was pulling on my boots, tears splashing and soaking into the leather. I could barely see what I was doing, and it was only when I raised my head to drag my forearm across my eyes that I saw her.

She was standing in the doorway, a picture of expressionless incomprehension. The purity of her beauty was like a knife, and I sobbed wretchedly. I could not bear to keep looking at her, so I swiped at my eyes again with the other arm and returned to tugging frantically at my bootlaces. I had to get away.

Saturday, 24 August 2013

llions

Lithe, muscular; all-girl predatory teamwork; and so beautiful. If only they were the right species... The cat-girls in the luculla hive take the idea of the sapphic anthro-feline in one direction, but there's so much more to explore. Here we're going to go with something a lot harder-edged. Hang on tight.

Thursday, 15 August 2013

llust four

This is an episode of llust, a present-day erotic fantasy. To start at the beginning, visit the home page.

‘C’mere,’ Rachel growled, as she pulled Kristen’s hips back down onto her face.

Her neck was beginning to tighten from thrusting her tongue upward. It seemed that every time she managed to begin a rhythm Kristen would pull herself away, kneeling up until Rachel had to lift her head ever higher to maintain contact. To make matters worse, Rachel was beginning to be annoyed by the girl’s almost desperate gasping.

Saturday, 10 August 2013

the luculla hive: katie

This is a chapter of the luculla hive, an erotic science-fiction novel. To start at the beginning, visit the home page.

23 June 2405
14.825337/106.495972/[2400]01:44:04.0/-15:56:15/3 Luculla
Voice log [Judith Hobson]
Narrative augmentation off/De-clutter on

03:10:12
I have to talk to you.

I'm feeling... so many things at once. Katie's gone, again. Where does she go? Why does she leave me, alone?

I have to talk to someone! You'll have to do. Ha ha. A machine. I must be going nuts.

Tuesday, 6 August 2013

legs

This story is for a reader who took me up on my offer to write something just for her. It all came about when she told me how she'd got a little, ahem, flustered by my work. Well, that kicked me off too. The fact is, the idea that anyone likes my stories hits me on lots of lovely levels. I hope you enjoy the story... and let your imagination fly. I'd love to hear all about it...

Monday, 29 July 2013

llust three

This is an episode of llust, a present-day erotic fantasy. To start at the beginning, visit the home page.

Rachel jumped at the demonic bark that resounded from the enclosed space of the garage. It sounded both feral and musical; but died quickly to a high, gravelly idle as something edged into sight. A sharp white point, diminishing either side to gaping air intakes beneath and elegant headlights above.

Monday, 15 July 2013

writing

So... do I get wet when writing? Totally! But I don't normally, er, follow up the feeling (unless I am distracted by the internet, but that's a whole other thing). I dunno, I find that writing is satisfying just by itself. But it did make me think of a crazy kind of story. And who knows, maybe this one will buck the trend... Enjoy!

Wednesday, 10 July 2013

the luculla hive: worker

This is a chapter of the luculla hive, an erotic science-fiction novel. To start at the beginning, visit the home page.

17 June 2405
14.87611/106.248436/[2400]01:44:04.0/-15:56:15/3 Luculla
Voice log [Judith Hobson]
Narrative augmentation off/
De-clutter on

13:14:03
So.

Raja is dead too. Looks like he probably died before the professor. He was on his way back from the lab, to the camp. He was... well, it's like the professor. Just pieces.

Oh, god.

I guess... I'm not really surprised. Yesterday, these last two days, I've discovered so much, but I knew he was dead, really. Obviously his eno wasn't responding. And when Katie brought it to me this morning; well, it was obvious. But I didn't want to really admit it. Not until now, now that I've seen.

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

llust two

This is an episode of llust, a present-day erotic fantasy. To start at the beginning, visit the home page.

Rachel fairly skipped up Susan's short drive for the second time. The air was already shimmering with heat and the dry rushing of the wind in the palm trees easily dominated the sounds of the lazy Woodland Hills suburb, like reality was overlaid with a strange and blurred waking dream. Rachel's world too, had a long-awaited extra dimension, and she was eager, almost desperate, to share it. As to the form of the sharing: she knew now that the journey was to be savoured; but that had not stopped her imagination, this morning in the early hours after waking, nor her fingers.