Jules@StoryDots
Erotic short stories, original artworks and links to my favourite online erotica.
The Gardeners Secret
I am a gardener because I love the solidity of growing plants. I plan. I plant. I water. I weed. I dig over the soil and start again. The reward for me is in these gardening tasks, the earthy toils, not in the beautiful gardens I create, for I am a good gardener and my gardens are beautiful. The results of my labour are important to the men who pay me, they are filled with pride when a visitor stands quietly in admiration. For they do stand quietly in admiration. A good garden is a place of peace and tranquility. I am not a park keeper, the gardens I work in are not for sports and children. The spaces I create are for contemplation and relaxation. I have places for reading books, or kindles. I have places for taking in the sun. I have... Read more...

Amazing Light
A little bit like someone took Alice out of Wonderland and gave her some seriously weird drugs.

You may share the labours of the great...
Something is rotten in the state of Aesop’s Playground. There is trouble amongst the Young Venatrix.

The Gardeners Secret
A brief encounter between a gardener and some sunbathers. A little out of the ordinary.

Perfect for the Job
I was just trying to be a good person when I found myself in a very unusual situation. Very strange.

The King at the Door
When the King was away, Manuel went up to the roof and saw what the King had seen.

The Time Grinder
What would you really do if time stood still for a moment, something great or something silly?

Clever Grethel
A modern version of the old folk tale, in which things may not go quite as the did then.