Let’s be clear. Erotica is smut wearing better clothes and telling tales with its pinky out. Bottom line, these are stories that go boink in the night. Dirty haiku and pornographic poems. Words that are sweaty and exhausted from grinding up against other words by the weird blue light of bedtime laptop screens. Wistful recollections of true experiences and dubious tales that grow like weeds from hard-to-forget sexts. Dreamed-up fantasies about things that definitely never happened — especially not that time drunk skinny-dipping at the lake house — or half-true tales of ghosts having sex to kill their unlimited leisure time.
Word Oyster Press publishes literary smut and features the work of author S.A. Harper. Harper’s stories and poems are told from both female and male perspectives and feature as much humor and romance as kink — like vanilla cupcakes with both sprinkles and an intentional drizzle of sriracha.
S.A. Harper hails from somewhere south of the Mason-Dixon line and currently lives in a place sadly too far north for a decent oyster po’ boy. Harper’s first erotic story was written in ninth grade and involved an inattentive male graduate student, several maraschino cherries missing from their jar, and a telltale trail of sticky pink running down his girlfriend’s pale white thigh.