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literary eco-terror | queer poetry | symbolic smut
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👹 feral
🌳 rural
⚡️mythic
🫦erotic
🌲B.A. Warren Wilson College
🦉M.A. Harvard University
🐺
#indieauthor
👉🏻link in bio
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@StorySorcery
Har har har. The werewolf gang bang work in progress on my timeline is about to get gay as fuq. 👹
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Werepack
an ongoing erotic tale
influenced by reader suggestion
1. Both hands splayed and ass in the air, Lupine gritted her teeth. The ritual slab was slick beneath her. She was not the first of the night and wouldn’t be last. The pack’s mating ritual began at sundown.
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Howdy. You may call me Gaia. I write queer love poems, saucy pansexual smut, and literary eco-terrorism. My full time day job includes homeschooling a pack of feral farm kids and managing a small-town fine jewelry store. ✨
Hi, I'm TJ, and I write sapphic romance and erotica, often with supernatural/fantasy elements. My full time day job is a mortgage and protection advisor 🙈😂
What do you do?
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Writing werewolf smut before coffee sure sets a tone for the day. Send help. 🥵
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Here I am with my first typewriter. Ten years later, today, I am published. 🐅
My short story, “American Tiger”, is available via Amazon Kindle. When a pregnant tigress escapes the Minnesota Zoo, how can she survive?
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Gaia is a feral storyteller who grew up in rural Wisconsin. Her stories often include animistic and erotic themes. She studied writing and literature at Warren Wilson College and Harvard University. She currently resides with a pack of backwoods punks. 🌲
available titles 👇🏻
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@Glamazontyomi
God, I love high effort, well-informed, incredibly organized, and sexy posts like this. Thank you.
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Greetings from the onion field! 💚🧅
✨QT a photo of you without your (full) face.✨
QT a photo of you without your (full) face.
(A bathroom selfie, yes… but LOOK at this bathroom 😍)
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👹 feral
🌳 rural
⚡️mythic
🫦erotic
✍🏻writer
🌲B.A. Warren Wilson College
🦉M.A. Harvard University
🐺
#indieauthor
titles & services 👇🏻
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@klhicks912
A pregnant Siberian tigress escapes from the Minnesota Zoo. Pure raw allegory, "American Tiger" takes an unabashed look at the vagaries of industrial society on those who are not given a voice.
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@umarfof
I disagree. In the context of which I am thinking, I could set my course of action if I “knew.” Knowledge is power. And the opposite of power is not peace - it is impotence.
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@stephenRB4
Why do I keep writing? Because whenever I meditate on my purpose, a horrible voice echoes between my ears: “YOU MUST WRITE. WRITE OR DIE.” 👹
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@LilythWriter
burned my home
and ran to the circus
learned Spanish
and all the tricks
with oil and fire
chased the bull
with the big balls
pushed my hand
warm and wet
into the steaming ewe
and yet
the water here tastes
like grit and sand
the roosters crow so loudly
the bed sags and
stabs
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love of my life
all these lives
on top and bottom
filling and filled
across oceans and rivers
mine
like my hair is mine
yours
like yours is yours
we cannot cut the braid
sun and moon
we’ve both cast the spell
loss and growth
a moan and cry
and here you are
again
July and November
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Burning the witch acknowledges magic exists. 🌙 Happy Friday the 13th.
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Midnight skinny-dipping. 💦
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@ELChandler5
Where is my main character from? The wilds at the edge of a barren wasteland ringing Lake Superior, two thousand years after Western civilization burns.
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Pansexual were-smut?! 🐺
Werepack
an ongoing erotic tale
influenced by reader suggestion
1. Both hands splayed and ass in the air, Lupine gritted her teeth. The ritual slab was slick beneath her. She was not the first of the night and wouldn’t be last. The pack’s mating ritual began at sundown.
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6. Violet waited for her there. Lupine’s opposite in looks, the petite wolf-woman compensated for her pixie size with blazing hazel eyes and etched lanky muscles borne of running the mountain trails. She opened her arms and Lupine fell into them. They held one another tenderly.
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@godswallowing
Unconscious phonemic awareness at work. “Lesbian” sounds clinical. Harsh. Whereas “sapphic” has mythic undertones, a soft middle, and one less syllable.
+“Achillean” is an awful mouthful and has a homophone for “kill” embedded. No contest against a synonym for “happy.”
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@RedFoxGoddess
devoted, darling
sugar-coated, hardly
mythic and major
a chord for the oldest organ
a held key
season after season
surviving fire, storm, and breeding
beautiful, fleeing
round and round
eating
caught your tail
you catch mine
seeking, seeing
bleeding, bleating
but never sheepy
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45. Violet clasped his soft sack. Squeezed. Twisted. He yelped, seized her head, plunged beside the other. She gagged and ran her tongue between the two, staring upwards past their overgrown pelts and runic tattoos, her caramel eyes dangerous. She controlled these drooling curs.
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34. Violet gained her feet, clutching at her aching ribs. The weal on her cheek throbbed. She went to Lupine and tugged her away from the fire. Greasy, burnt palm marks stained the stone. “Please. Please wake up,” Violet whispered. She averted her eyes as the alpha approached.
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@stephenRB4
Having a 10pm “lights out” bedtime and drinking a massive glass of water every morning. 💚
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@RtSlave_Dommes
Oh, but now you’re a dirty puppy. Slopping through all that mud. Drop it at my feet?
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conservatory birds
gold and green and magenta
magnificent and singing
flinging seed to the earth
for the rats and turtles
the zookeepers guard from
being touched
bird wings and leaves
glass and screens
a place of freedom for those
born to it
like a crack baby
she doesn’t know why
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@Born_to_serve_
My best quality is my ability to focus my attention and achieve my goals. Today… I already ate some roasted beets amd carrots. 😋 Later, I am going to laze on my deck and listen to the trees sing.
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39. Violet shuddered, relief, rage, and desire cleaving. Theirs: a life of scraps and shadows. A vicious wolf-pile of ancient ritual and moon-swayed longing. “Make us.” She turned and devoured her mate’s mouth. Lips sliding, teeth grating. One flame. The core of a burning star.
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@Born_to_serve_
Clearly initial contact is different if one meets a sub in this space - there is already an expectation. Still, does trust-building look similar to getting to know anyone else? Where does the trail diverge into BDSM?
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Her lips tremble at the first touch of my hands. I trace my fingertips in the less likely places. The swell of a ribcage. The mound of a hip bone. She moans and tosses her head. The silk blind fold does not slip, even as my teeth graze the tender flesh of her inner thigh. 🔥
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services
editing/proofing: $10/page
cover design: $10
sexting: purchase title=one session
titles 👇🏻
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18. They stopped for water at a rocky creek-bed. “Watch for snakes,” Maria muttered, squatting to splash dust from her face while her horse sucked and blew next to her. Ellie shifted awkwardly and mimicked, the front of her new shirt gathering a ring of moisture around the neck.
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4. He fumbled the tip against the back of her thighs before entering her. Lupine tilted her forehead against her clasped hands. Thirty seconds. A moan, a dribble, a shuddering release. The stranger strutted away like he had done something, adjusting his ritual mask as he went.
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2. No thinking of it as a “good” day. Or Maria would jinx the corral-bound appaloosa filly into a rattlesnake dance. She knew not to think of it as “peaceful” or one of the men from the saloon would drunkenly ford the trail. “Beautiful” could do. Men and snakes sometimes were.
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wayward willow woman
wolfward wildheart
hips sinuous as rivers
lips slender as silverfish
fleeing a song
tangling with electric wire
drowning in the shower
waterfalls and washed sheets
witches winding
cats sleeping
exuberant mornings and
the most inviting mist
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35. “Leave her.” His steel eyes flashed. “You stood the test. Be mine.”
Violet recoiled, wrapping her body around Lupine’s. “What test?”
“Instead of submitting, you ran. You did not betray your kin. You are wild, loyal, and strong. An Alpha.” He offered his calloused hand.
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19. Maria, watching Ellie’s sun-burning skin, heard the rattle too late. Fast as a bullwhip, the snake left its oozing marks in her calf. Even as it danced and the fiery pain rose, Maria drew her boot knife and stabbed between the eyes, pinning it writhing to the earth. “Fuck!”
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@greg_battiste
@ItAteMyHeart2
Alas, generalizing here, but I think many porn consumers are in it for the hit of dopamine. There isn’t a lot of compassion happening. Though this may be a generalized problem of the postmodern human condition. Lack of empathy, etc.
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QT: your personality in GIF or meme. ✨
Describe your personality with a gif or meme
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5. Lupine stood, facing the throng of bitches and dogs milling for next. She cocked one thick, hairy leg on the mating slab, pushed, and shed the puppy’s seed. She met the yapping indignation of the pack with a raised middle finger and flounced past the forest’s waiting edge.
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10. “Where would we even go?” Violet muttered, avoiding Lupine’s eyes. The Smokey Mountain Wereclan was tucked in the heart of wild Appalachia. Young females never mingled with humans. And wild places without a pack-claim were rare.
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48. They paused for a moment, the Alpha’s chin tucked over her head. She held his heartbeat pressed against her womb. The wet sound of Violet slurping away at her feast started them rocking. Another wolf-man held her ass from behind, his cock sliding between her shaking cheeks.
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3. His cock was small. Lupine willed her cervix to cinch as tightly as a startled caterpillar. One in a hundred of the sisterhood left the mating slab filled with pups, but, fuck, if it must be her, it would be on a year where a wolf-man mounted her. Not this mewling beta.
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Looking for a Sunday morning read? Hard to beat werewolf smut on the day of the Lord!
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(Or that land rights were easily seized by making them scapegoats of their own community power as brewers and midwives.)
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@AngolaHone
@TimWolffAuthor
Your advertising is impeccable. I love the animated on-theme videos. You sure hooked me. Congratulations on publishing. 💚
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@msfdavenport
Seriously: weaponizing X/Twitter as a flashlight-method drafting tool has brought me back to writing daily again. Three tweets = 150 words/day =
4,500/month = 54,000/year = one novel.
Bonus: early engagement and critique. I am so motivated by readers. 💚
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42. A rough hand slid between Lupine’s ample thighs from behind. She whimpered and parted. Licking her way up the Alpha’s stubbled jaw, she found his mouth waiting. He was surprisingly gentle. Measured. The brutes behind her, not so. They pawed at the thicket of her swollen hole.
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53. He rode like he was breaking a surly horse. Violet cried out, resting her forehead against her forearms. She felt her womb spasm with every thrust. It must be purpling, seizing, bruising. She drooled and sobbed, taking it. The Alpha slowed, every stroke a foaming salty tide.
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@Joseph_Fasano_
cold bones
and rubble
the winter coming
loose cows
on jagged frost grass
a pious solitude
a finishing of things
the reaping
of love so sure
we got too many sweet potatoes
and halfa harvest of all else
kidneys failing
from a dehydration
borne of neglect
not heat
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