Dark Cherry Collective
Bio
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:
Stories (53/0)
Coming On Her Face
It was one of those cold, grey, wet Sunday afternoons in winter when you can’t bear to go outside. We didn’t have any money either; our latest student loan instalments had dried up, so we couldn’t have afforded to do anything even if we’d wanted to. We sat in her room in the hall of residence and we smoked the last of her weed and played video games instead. We kissed and fucked lazily as the wind howled outside her window.
By Dark Cherry Collective4 years ago in Filthy
The Stripper Who Used Me
She said she liked me, really liked me. But then, lap dancers always say that. Right? She kept saying it though. She whispered it in my ear as she rubbed her breasts in my face. She looked over her shoulder and giggled at me as she ground her arse into my crotch. She told me she liked me so much she was blushing. She said she wasn’t usually like this. She was a great actress, a natural. I almost believed her.
By Dark Cherry Collective5 years ago in Filthy
After Dinner Disgrace
Someone once told me you can tell the difference between a cheap suit and an expensive one from a mile away. I was dubious, but perhaps they were right. As the suit He wore looked like a work of art. It was so sharp it must have been cut with razor blades. The material was so sumptuous it likely cost more than someone like me would make in a lifetime. He sat at the table before us and ate alone.
By Dark Cherry Collective5 years ago in Filthy
Watching My Wife with Her Lover
It’s not as comfortable as I imagined it would be in the closet. It’s hot and stuffy. The clothes hanging around me sit on my shoulders and on my head. There are too many shoes in here to sit comfortably. I should have bought some sort of seat. I have a perfect view of the bed through the crack in the door, though.
By Dark Cherry Collective5 years ago in Filthy
In Celebration of Handjobs
They made us sleep in different tents on the team away day, boys with boys and girls with girls, no mixed-sex sharing. We were all responsible adults, well-paid, respected professionals, but they were right to do so, obviously. We couldn’t be trusted. After a day of meaningless team activities, we’d found a pub and we’d all got stuck into the drink. The organisers tried to stop us, they said we had evening activities planned, but we told them to fuck off. We’d had enough. We drank and we flirted, and we bonded better than we had all day.
By Dark Cherry Collective5 years ago in Filthy
Kiss My Neck and Fuck My Arse
I was in the middle of rehearsing when he rang my bell. I answered the door dressed as a boy, but it didn’t seem to faze him. He stepped back and admired me. He said he liked it, my suit and my short hair and my fake moustache. He said I made a delightfully pretty boy.
By Dark Cherry Collective5 years ago in Filthy