Dark Cherry Collective
Hi, I'm Dan.
I'm one of the Strawberry Hall writers. We’re a group of friends who write erotic romance and erotica together. You can find our published work on Amazon here:
When Dean Ate My Ass
“You ever had your ass eaten?” I turned and looked at Dean as we walked arm in arm home from an evening in the pub. I mustn’t have heard him right. “What did you say?”
Fat Bottomed Girls Make the World Go Round
I used to like slender women with small, tight buttocks when I was a younger man. But then I was an idiot when I was young. I looked up from my screen as movement caught my eye. Emma was back from the gym. She walked across the doorway to my home office as she headed upstairs. I couldn’t help noticing she was wearing only her underwear.
Making Maddy Desperate
There are two things I absolutely love about Madeline. OK, there are more than two. I love so much about that beautiful, smart, devious, wonderful, wicked girl, but there are two that stood out that evening.
Sunday Morning Anal
To say it came as a surprise when Elodie first did it would be putting it mildly. We’d only been together for a couple of months at the time, in love, but still getting to know each other. It was a Sunday morning in late spring when it happened, the curtains were closed but bright sunlight streamed in around them. We woke slowly. We entwined our arms and legs as we dozed. It got hot under the covers together, so we shrugged out of our bed clothes.
Conference Call Climax
I woke on Monday morning, I looked at my phone, I took a moment to clear my sleep-fogged head, then I screamed. Fuck. I must have forgotten to set my alarm on Sunday evening. I sat bolt upright as panic took me from sleepy-head to wide-fucking-awake-in-terror in the space of two heartbeats. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I had 23 minutes to make my Monday morning meeting.
A Housewife's Lesbian Massage
Women don’t pay for sex. We don’t have to. Everyone knows that. Except it’s not true. Women pay for sex all the time. We’re just more subtle about it.
A Spanking Needed, A Spanking Earned
It started, as it so often does with us, with a simple question. Derek walked into the living room and stood over the sofa. “I’m going to make a coffee. Do you want one?”
Let Me Rim You
We were lying in bed together on a lazy Sunday when Ella said it to me. Those words that changed everything. She leaned close and whispered them in my ear.