Natty Soltesz

Ocean City, Maryland

Originally published in the anthology Never Easy (2012).

The first thing Ray noticed when he walked in to the Harbor Watch restaurant was the guy sitting at the bar a few yards away, writing intently. 

Ray stood before the host podium. The dining room beyond the bar had ceiling-high windows that framed the distant line where the ocean met the sky. It was mid-afternoon and the guy was the only person...

Been Paintin

Hiya! It’s been a while since I posted one if these updates. Things are going well, I’m going on vacation next week! My job is still high stress but I cut down on my weed consumption which helped me get some clarity and made me more productive. Hence I’ve been writing more and delving back into painting. See my latest above. Thanks as always for your support!

The Swap

What is it about a vacation that gets you so horny? All those mostly-nude bodies; the sun and surf conspiring to wear you out in the most delicious way. Throw in booze and good food and it’s only natural to crave one of the finer pleasures in life.

There I was, on the beach with my good friend Julian and our two sons. Our boys were in their element - flinging their bodies into the surf, running up and down the beach and board...

The Hunt

Some nights I’ve got one thing on my mind. That’s when I clean myself up real good, put on my sweatpants with no underwear, a tank-top to show off my muscles, and cruise up to the park. I’m whistling while I drive cause I know I look good, and I know what I’m gonna find once I get to where I’m going.

The Loop. It’s a cul-de-sac of sorts, in the middle of a city park that lies just beyond campus. The dusk is descendi...

Playing House

Circumstances conspired. We were bored in quarantine, and Jen had finally felt comfortable enough to go out for a run so it was just me and him the apartment for the first time in a while. 

His name is Brian, and before all this went down I wouldn’t have said he was unattractive…he always had a certain something. He’s a big guy - burly and hairy, not the fit, clean-cut type I typically go for. He was so laid...

Workaday

Me and my buddy Frank, we were jacking off like we do sometimes after work, when we have a couple beers and head back to his place to watch porn. I was stroking my cock and glancing at him stroke his and he smiled at me and I thought: this has become the highlight of my day. Because every day starts to seem the same when you’re an adult, going through the motions of working only to get a few hours to yourself at night, bef...

The Chaperone, Pt II

Read Pt I here 

I was holding onto Blake’s young hips for dear life as the kid pounded my throat, my knees pressing into the damp floor of the mop closet. It was minutes before he was scheduled to participate in the exhibition. Blake panted as he fucked my throat, and I ran my hands up his smooth, muscular body, tweaking his nipples ...

Mom's Boyfriend, Pt III

Read Pt II here 

Mom and Doug were clearly not ready to let things go in their relationship, maybe they thought a vacation would make things work for them. But Mom was already pretty solidly with her coworker, exploring a side of her sexuality she never had before. And Doug was doing the same thing with me. As shameful as it is, and as rough as ...

Checkin In

Hey, yinz. I'm going to do my best just to type something up and send out it there. 

I was sitting here wondering if I have turned myself into a ghost. I felt like I spent the day alone amongst others, nobody noticing me or caring to ask how I was doing. But I think I was depressed and putting off a vibe that intimidated people. 

What's really happening is my job is eating up my time and attention. However, in r...

December 4, 2020

It was anon; no info exchanged except pics of our bodies. He was in a hotel down by the river, room 4206. I crept into the lobby with my mask on – I hadn’t been to a hotel in months. Nobody payed attention to me; there wasn't a temperature check or anything.

I saw one business guy in the hall who passed me and didn’t make eye contact. I was alone in the elevator. His door was propped open. He'd left just the bathroom ligh...

The Chaperone

Inspired by the “Just For One Night” p0rn scene with Jodi West.

“What is it, Blake?” I said. We were halfway through the campus tour, standing on a corner near the commons while a guide rattled on into a microphone. Blake was beyond distracted though. He kept fidgeting, shuffling on his feet, grimacing as he adjusted the front of his shorts again and again.

“Nothin, Coach,” he said, but I watched his ...

I've Been Collaging

Hey yinz. I should have a new story up in two or three days. In the meantime, here are some recent collages. 

xo,

Natty

Sayin Hay

Hopefully the video above works. It's my apology for not writing lately/announcement of a reprint of my novel from a few years ago, My Sister's Boyfriend - now in a cute pocket paperback edition! 

If you wanna buy it you can! Here, from Rebel Satori Press. 

Love yinz,

Natty

Summer Daze

The other day a former colleague told me to live my best lif...

Air B&G

The rented room was near an industrial part of town. Driving there I passed a yoga studio, a ramen place, an old factory turned into luxury lofts. I parked in the back of a modern complex of apartments, all white angular walls and thin numbers over the doors, cameras on the doorbells. I had to look through my phone to find the code to get in. It was late. The code didn’t work.

So I texted the host, apologizing for the latenes...

Checkin In

Hi, yinz. Sorry I haven't posted much lately - I'm still kinda struggling to find any motivation to make art. Even the painting that's been my main focus for the last couple months is coming real slowly lately, because all I want to do is be outside, hanging out with people, going places. All I DON'T want to do is sit by myself alone, hanging out with my own head. Which is bad for you, but don't worry, I never stray too far from my h...

Story-Sequel Poll!

Hi, friends. The fact of the matter is: I'm not writing lately. I'm used to these fallow periods, but it complicates things when posting erotica has essentially become a part-time job for me. Albeit a job that I've created my own schedule for. So as much as I want to feed the machine and keep that content cumming, I must be true to my process and admit a lack of inspiration. What's really going on for me right now is the painting I'v...

Bot Shop

Me and B., we went to that sex tech spot that opened a couple years ago in McKees Rocks. You transfer a couple hundred to get in and then you have full access to all these old bots they’ve refurbished. They have some simus too, but it’s extra to fuck those so we skipped it.

B. and I, we like to fuck bots together. We’ve gone a few times to the simu brothels and once we did one of those parties where it’s like a hundred ...

Hiya!

I'm busy as fuck! It's my last week at the job I've had for the past 3.5 years. I start a new one on Monday, and I'm pretty excited about it. In the meantime this weekend is Pride in Pittsburgh, and I do outreach and STI testing so I'll be at ALLLL the events, tabling and such. It'll be a fun exit to my current job but yeah - busy. 

The Ole Conundrum

You know, I'm constantly running into this problem: Patreon doesn't allow dad/son content, so when I write a new story in that genre, I can't post it here. I can, however post it on my personal website - but Patreon won't let me post a link to it. 

My website is easily Google-able, though...just FYI. ;)

Jeff's Christmas Present

Things got really bad with my parents that winter and they were basically divorcing, so they sent me to my Uncle Jeff’s for the holidays. Jeff isn’t really my uncle - just an old family friend who I’ve known since I was little. We’ve always gotten along well, so despite how depressing things were at home it was a relief to go to Jeff’s house, where things were calm. 

The first night he treated me to a glass of wi...

Dream World (Pt II)

Read Pt 1 here 

Hey all - here's a long-due finish to a story I posted just before the pandemic. The subject matter hit a little too close to home for me, hence me abandoning it for as long as I have. 

I followed Abe into a classroom where Mr. Weist had taught me pre-algebra as a freshman. The windows that ran along the wall ...

Guess What I Got?

That's right: COVID! I'm vaccinated X 4 and feeling fine, just experiencing minor symptoms that I'd initially chalked up to allergies (and which I'm still not convinced aren't actual allergy symptoms running concurrent with an asymptomatic COVID infection but wtf do I know). How weirdly cathartic to get this thing I've been afraid of for yea...

Tradhusband, Pt II

CW: domestic control, misogyny, blasphemy

Read Pt I here 

It’s Sunday morning and my husband and I are at church. I look around at the other parishioners - mostly straight couples, some of whom glare at Greg and I. There are enough tolerant folks here to keep us coming back, and at any rate our relationship with God is the most ...

Nightclubbing, Pt V (Fight Night)

Read Pt IV here 

It took a while before Hassan and Antony figured out how to share me. We all moved into Antony’s loft, and slept in a California king in his huge master bedroom. I was always in the middle.

At first they had to keep track of who got to fuck me, and when. They even used a chart on the kitchen wall. But eventually we settl...

Mom's Boyfriend, Pt II

Read Pt I here 

We were all in the kitchen. Mom had been kind of nagging on Doug all day and then announced that she was going out that night. With “her girlfriend.” Doug looked up from the bowl of fried rice he was eating and I looked up from what I was reading at the table and we exchanged this look, which my mom passed through on her way ...

Studio Time

Hi, friends. It's my week off from posting fiction, but I feel like we need a palate cleanser after last week's prickly fantasy, so here's one from the vaults: 2022-04-08 16:51:35 +0000 UTC View Post

Tradhusband

Hey yinz, a content warning for this one. I'm taking the vaguely fascist and definitely misogynistic concept of the "tradwife" and exploring its erotic possibilities. Also: intimations of domestic abuse.  

I knew my husband came from a conservative background, so it wasn’t entirely a surprise when, before I took his hand in marriage, he said he’d expect me to do the cooking and cleaning. But then he said I wou...

Mom's Boyfriend

Doug, my mom’s boyfriend. I admit I didn’t like him when they first started dating, but I always understood the attraction: he’s the epitome of a hot douchebag. Works as a promoter at a club, six-foot-two and muscled as all hell, covered in tattoos. He has that tough-but-sensitive look, like he needs to be taken care of. Mom fell for it hard, but he turned out to be not that bad of a guy. Despite some rough patches when he firs...

Nightclubbing, Pt IV (House Party)

Read Pt III here 

The party is off the chain - a couple hundred people packed into a big house; liquor flowing, a keg, good music. And Hassan and Antony, holding court on the dance floor, chicks hanging off of their arms.

I have some chicks around me too, as usual. And I’m keeping up conversation with them, but my eyes keep going to my b...