Personal Details

United States
Gosh! The years keep slipping by. The last time I posted was in 2016. Heck, I've written about a dozen novels since then, and my hair grew out. You'll have to go to Amazon Books to catch up with my writing and there's a FAQ section there too, with some personal stuff. Haven't had much time lately for writing short stories. Too bad because I love the genre. But my publisher demands a couple of full length novels each year so there's my day shot. Hardly leaves time for my beautiful hair. Still living on the boat and currently waiting out the hurricane season on the north coast of the Dominican Republic. Haven't been home to my cottage in Florida in over a year. Bet the dog is really pissed. Love to my friends at Juicy. I'll post a story soon...
Jo-Anne Wiley
Joined Juicy
United States
Waiting out the hurricanes in the DR

About Jo-Anne Wiley

  • Interests
  • Living near the beach
  • Favorite Books
  • Good at Games, Tuscan Holiday
  • Favorite Movies
  • Haven't seen a really good movie since The Big Night
  • Favorite Music
  • Blues
  • Favorite Quote
  • "Where are your shoes?" -my mother
  • Dreams
  • To be left alone


Sex Stories

straight, juicy sex stories 72 Don't April 22, 2016
CoverConceptCatch1 The Catch April 10, 2016
Bedlam3 BEDLAM March 12, 2016
ShutterBuggered_, _CoverConcept1 Shutter-Buggered August 30, 2015
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Jo-Anne Wiley - April 22, 2016 | 190263 Views
straight, juicy sex stories 72
God. It was almost midnight and she needed to call her husband: “...hello dear… yes, well the reason I’m late… some of the guys from work wanted to fuck me. No big deal. Soon as I get dressed, I'll be right along. There's some leftovers in the fridge...”

The Catch

Jo-Anne Wiley - April 10, 2016 | 60285 Views
Grace skewered the olive from her martini and, placing it between her lips, sucked out the pimento. “I'll tell you what worked with husband number three,” she said casually, still eyeing the waiter. “I told him I wanted to try it the other way around.” Macy's eyebrows came up. “The other way around?” “Yeah. You know, in my bum.”


Jo-Anne Wiley - March 12, 2016 | 71211 Views
Emma got that queer feeling again, in the pit of her stomach. He was looking across the room, at the chair where her red lace underpants hung from the arm, like a tattle-tale. If he had wondered about her state of undress, beneath the sheet, he now had his answer.


Jo-Anne Wiley - August 30, 2015 | 44853 Views
ShutterBuggered_, _CoverConcept1
Turning, she studied herself carefully from the waist down. The soft angora ended three inches above the elongated belly button, which, like a beauty mark, highlighted her tight tummy. And below, like a milk-pod hung between her high hip bones, the curve of her belly accentuated the proud rise of her pubis. Pubic hair, glistening like a golden mantle, barely hiding the protruding lips of her swollen sex. Swallowing hard she opened the door and stepped out into the chill of the library.
“He's into this mother and daughter thing. I said I would talk to you. He wants us to do stuff to each other while he takes a video of us.”