• Why I Write the Stories I Do — A Few Questions Answered

    Over the past few weeks, I’ve had a number of messages and comments from readers—some curious, some thoughtful—about how and why I write the stories I do. Rather than replying individually, I thought it might be interesting to bring a few of those questions together here and answer them in one place. So, if you’ve ever wondered about the shift towards shorter stories, the outdoor settings, or how much of it is real—this one’s for you.

    Why are you writing shorter stories now?

    Over the past few weeks, a few readers have asked me why I’ve been writing shorter stories more often than I used to.

    The simple answer is—I haven’t stopped writing longer ones. I still have bigger projects in progress. But over time, my approach has broadened.

    Short stories allow for a tighter emotional build-up. They let me focus on a single moment, a single shift, and explore it with intensity. At the same time, they give me the freedom to write a wider range of scenarios and characters. That variety is something I’ve really come to enjoy—and, from what I’ve seen so far, readers do too.

    That’s part of the thinking behind my recent collections, including my Her First Time: A Collection of Short Hotwife Stories, with Volume 2 coming soon. Volume 1, which I published in January, has already shown me that there’s a strong appetite for this format.

    Some readers have also wondered whether this shift is purely commercial.

    Not entirely. To be honest, I didn’t start writing with money in mind—I started because I enjoy telling these stories.

    That said, there is a practical side. Both readers and the algorithms tend to reward consistency and frequency. A longer project can take months to complete, and during that time there’s very little new for readers to engage with. Shorter stories allow me to stay present, to keep sharing, and to keep building that connection.

    But more importantly, I think they fit modern reading habits quite well. Many readers want to be drawn in quickly, to feel that emotional pull without a long wait. Short stories make that possible—while still leaving room for depth and intensity.

    So for me, it’s not about replacing longer work, but complementing it. I’ll continue writing novels and longer pieces, but alongside them, you’ll see more short and medium-length stories.

    In the end, it’s a balance that I find both creatively satisfying—and, I hope, more enjoyable for readers too.

    Why are so many of your stories set outdoors or in nature?

    The straightforward answer is simple—I enjoy being outdoors.

    I’m fortunate to live in a place with direct access to a park, and whenever the weather allows (and sometimes even when it doesn’t), I go for a daily walk. Partly to keep my step count up—but also because that’s when my mind tends to wander.

    As I’ve mentioned in some of my previous posts, many ideas begin during those walks. There’s something about being out in the open—away from screens, away from routine—that allows your thoughts to drift more freely. A passing moment, a couple sitting close on a bench, a glance, a gesture… and suddenly a what if begins to form.

    Travel plays a big part as well. My wife and I try to explore different places whenever we can—whether it’s a short staycation, a cruise, or time spent in the mountains. Each setting brings a different atmosphere, a different kind of energy, and naturally, different stories.

    That doesn’t mean the domestic or everyday world isn’t present in my writing—it absolutely is. You’ll find plenty of that in my stories, along with influences from the corporate environment I spent many years in. But when it comes to something more intense—something emotional, erotic, or transformative—I find that outdoor settings offer a certain kind of freedom.

    There’s an element of escapism in being away from the familiar. People tend to relax, to let their guard down. And in those moments—when routine is left behind—they may be more open to new experiences, to taking risks, to exploring something they wouldn’t normally consider.

    That sense of stepping slightly outside the ordinary is often where my stories begin.

    Perhaps that’s why so many of them unfold in nature, or during travel. It reflects not just the way I live, but the kind of moments where change feels possible.

    And for couples, especially those taking a first step into something new or unfamiliar, the setting can make all the difference.

    Are your stories based on real events?

    This is another question I’m asked quite often.

    The honest answer is—partly, but probably not in the way some readers might imagine.

    There have been real moments, real encounters, or simple observations that sparked an idea. But most of them begin as just that—a glimpse, a possibility. From there, the story takes its own direction.

    Travel has been a big source of inspiration. I’ve written before about how certain stories were born—Christmas on the Great Wall is one example, and more recently I’ve shared a few short posts about the stories coming into Volume 2 of Her First Time. Sometimes it’s something as simple as a walk in the park, a passing moment, a look between two people that makes you wonder what if.

    Boa Vista is another good example. My wife and I did meet a charismatic stranger on the beach—but what followed in the story is, of course, where imagination takes over. The real moment opens the door; the story walks much further through it.

    So while there’s often a seed of reality, what you read is ultimately shaped by fiction—guided by emotion, possibility, and the direction the characters take.

    Are you publishing anywhere other than Amazon?

    This is something readers have asked about more recently.

    The short answer is—yes, in part.

    Most of my work is still on Amazon, but some titles—such as Her First Time: Volume 1are already available more widely on platforms like Smashwords, Apple Books and Kobo.

    As for other avenues—not at the moment, though it’s something I’ve considered.

    Many fellow authors are active on platforms like Patreon or Ream, and for them it works very well. I can absolutely see the appeal of sharing chapters, drafts, or ongoing projects with readers in a more immediate way.

    For me, though, it comes down to both time and style.

    I tend to focus on the final product. I feel more comfortable taking a story through its full process—drafting, refining, polishing—and only sharing it once I’m confident it’s ready. That’s simply how I like to work.

    That doesn’t make other approaches any less valid. In fact, I often admire how effectively some authors build engagement by sharing work in progress. It’s just a different process—and one that doesn’t come as naturally to me.

    That said, I wouldn’t rule it out entirely. I may explore those platforms in the future, but I can’t promise when, or in what form.

    In the meantime, I do share some additional content through my blog and newsletter. There’s a free short story available there, and occasionally I post shorter pieces or glimpses into my writing—such as the Jeff’s Corner entries.

    So while I may not be everywhere yet, there are still a few ways to explore more of what I write beyond my books.


    I always enjoy these questions—they often make me reflect on things I don’t consciously think about while writing. If there’s anything else you’ve been wondering, feel free to reach out or leave a comment. And if you enjoy stories that build slowly, explore real moments, and occasionally step just beyond the ordinary, you’ll probably find more of what you’re looking for in the stories to come.

    If you’d like to explore more, you can find a free short story and occasional updates through my newsletter on the site.

  • It Started With a Football

    A football splashed into the water at our feet.

    It landed in the shallow surf just in front of us as my wife and I walked along one of those long, quiet stretches of beach in Boa Vista—windy, almost deserted, with only the sound of the waves and the occasional figure in the distance.

    A moment later, he appeared.

    Running down from the dunes, straight into the surf, chasing the ball with effortless energy. Athletic, confident, completely at ease in that wild stretch of shoreline.

    He apologised with a quick smile, retrieved the ball, and lingered just long enough for a glance to be exchanged.

    Nothing more.

    But sometimes, that’s all it takes.

    woman with a subtle smile leaning against a wall, soft natural light portrait

    Because the idea stayed with me.

    Later that evening, over a drink at the bar, I brought it up.

    “That guy on the beach,” I said to my wife. “He was something, wasn’t he?”

    She smiled—softly at first, then with just a hint of mischief—and nodded. “He was.”

    I leaned in a little closer. “Would you have done it with him?”

    She looked at me for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, as my own smile gave away that I wasn’t entirely serious… she tilted her head slightly and answered, almost playfully—

    “Maybe I would have.”

    Then she turned it back on me. “Would you have wanted me to?”

    I laughed. “What do you think? I write hotwife stories.”

    She raised a finger, gently shaking it. “Those stay in your books.”

    But then something shifted—just slightly.

    She glanced down at her cocktail, lifted it towards her lips… and paused.

    When she looked back at me, her tone had changed. Still soft, still controlled—but different.

    “I think tomorrow,” she said quietly, “we should go back to that same beach.”

    Before I could respond, she stood. “Let’s go and see what’s happening over there.” She nodded towards a small gathering further along the bar.

    And just like that, the moment passed.

    The next day, we did go back.

    The beach was just as empty.

    But he wasn’t there.

    We didn’t talk about it again. Not the man, not the conversation, not what she’d said the night before. It was as if none of it had happened.

    But by then…

    The story already had.


    Coming soon: Volume 2 of Her First Time – A Collection of Short Hotwife Stories

    In May.

    And this time, I didn’t have to imagine it from scratch.

  • It Started With a Squirrel

    A squirrel crossed my path. Then another. And another.

    Curiosity got the better of me.

    I stepped off the trail, pushing through the low brush, following them deeper in. One, two, three… more than I expected. I found myself counting without really knowing why — just something to do as I walked, letting the quiet of the place settle around me.

    Then the trees opened.

    Tall trunks spaced just enough to let the late March sun filter through, warming the ground beneath my feet. A fallen trunk lay at the centre of it, thick and worn smooth with age. Secluded. Still. The kind of place you don’t stumble across unless you’re looking — or perhaps not looking at all.

    And then the image came.

    Uninvited, but clear.

    My wife, one foot propped up on the trunk… and someone else, his arms sliding around her waist. And me there, watching.

    That was all it took.

    Not an action. Not a plan. Just a moment — a feeling, a possibility.

    And somewhere between that fallen trunk and the walk back through the trees, the story began.

    It always surprises me how little it takes. A place. A mood. A single thought that lingers just long enough to grow into something more.

    This one stayed with me.

    It followed me home, lingered over the next few days, and slowly became one of the stories that will be part of my next collection:

    Her First Time — Volume 2

    I’m working through the stories now — some already complete, others still taking shape — with a plan to release the collection towards the end of April or early May.

    So if you’re curious, keep an eye on this space.

    And when the book is out, I wonder if you’ll be able to spot it — the one that started with a quiet walk, a handful of squirrels, and a secluded clearing under the late March sun.

    Alongside that, I’m also putting the final touches on my submission for the next issue of Hotwife Digest in May — a piece I’m looking forward to sharing.

    And, in a slightly different direction, I’ve been working on a short story set in a small village in the Balkan mountains — a setting that brings its own kind of atmosphere and tension.

    After that, I’m hoping to return to Anthony’s Confidence, a longer project I set aside last year and one I’m keen to finish.

    For now, though, it all starts with moments like this — a quiet walk, a handful of squirrels, and a thought that lingers.

    P.S. For those who prefer reading outside Amazon, you can now get some of my books directly from my site — including EPUB and PDF editions to keep and read on any device:

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  • How a Memory from Our Early Days Turned into My Latest Hotwife Story

    It started, as these things often do, with a quiet evening and a glass of wine.

    My wife and I found ourselves drifting back to our early days—before we were married, when we were both working at the same company and not yet ready to let anyone know we were together. Young and careful, we kept things to ourselves while navigating the strange balance of being both colleagues and something more.

    One memory surfaced that neither of us had thought about in years.

    It was a company weekend away—one of those slightly chaotic trips where too many people are squeezed into too little space. By the time the evening drinks had run their course, the villa felt warmer, louder, looser. When it came time to sleep, there weren’t enough beds. Mattresses were spread across the floor, bodies laid out side by side, conversations fading into the dark.

    We ended up next to each other—my wife between another colleague and me. A man who, back then, had taken more interest in her than she ever encouraged—unaware that we were together.

    Nothing happened. Not really.

    But I remember the moment.

    The room was heavy with heat and drink, and we lay facing each other, about to drift off, when I felt her shift closer to me. A moment later, a hand from behind her—hesitant, testing, where it shouldn’t have been. She tensed, her body pressing into mine. A pause. A decision. And then it was over. The hand withdrawn, the moment gone.

    We never spoke of it at the time.

    But years later, sitting together with that same shared glance, she smiled and admitted what I had always wondered—that for a second, just a second, the thought had crossed her mind.

    Not action. Not permission. Just… possibility.

    That was all it took.

    Because sometimes a story doesn’t come from what happened—but from what almost did.

    That memory—the closeness, the tension, the unspoken question—became the seed for my latest story:

    Red Room in the Outback

    👉 Read it on Amazon

    If you’re one of my newsletter subscribers, I hope you enjoyed the short hotwife quickie in today’s email—a glimpse of how it all begins.

  • Her First Time — now available

    Some moments arrive quietly — a charged glance, a hesitation, a decision made before it can be fully understood. Others unfold in the heat of the moment, when crossing a line feels inevitable.

    Her First Time brings together nine short hotwife stories centred on that pivotal experience: the first time a boundary is tested, a temptation acted on, or a marriage shifts direction.

    The collection is split into two parts:

    Part I: The Confessions — intimate, letter-style stories told in the narrator’s own voice, reflective, emotional, and deeply personal.

    Part II: The Stories — short, scene-driven encounters that move straight into the moment, focusing on tension, risk, and the intensity of first-time experiences.

    Together, these stories explore trust, curiosity, and the quiet thrill of crossing a line — for the very first time.

    👉 Her First Time is now available: https://mybook.to/HerFirstTime

    Note for my Kindle Unlimited readers: This special collection is available as a standard eBook and Paperback purchase only. Thank you for supporting this special release.

    — Alex Lee

  • How a Furry Jacket on the Great Wall Turned into a Hotwife Christmas Story

    ✨ Update – 11 December 2025:
    Christmas on the Great Wall is now live on Amazon!
    👉 Read it here

    When my wife and I booked a December trip to China, I didn’t expect the Great Wall to follow me home—let alone shape the plot of my next hotwife story.

    But there’s something surreal about standing on that ancient stone spine in winter. The cold hits harder up there, the sky feels closer, and after the long, steep climb your heart doesn’t just pound—it echoes. The mountains roll away in soft grey waves, the wind bites at your cheeks, and for a brief moment the world feels suspended.

    It opens you up a little… makes you more aware, more alive.

    I didn’t know it then, but that feeling was about to become the seed of a story.

    The spark itself didn’t happen on the Wall—it happened just after.

    We were sitting in the small café at the base, waiting for our group to reassemble before heading back to the coach. My wife had bought a new cropped jacket in Beijing—one of those short, furry synthetic ones that look heavier than they are.

    Everyone was buzzing from the climb: red-cheeked, tired, euphoric in that “we actually made it” sort of way.

    That’s when a man from our tour wandered over.

    He was in his sixties, friendly and curious, and he’d already paid my wife a touch more attention earlier in the day. Nothing inappropriate—just that soft interest you sometimes notice in group tours.

    He nodded at her jacket. “Is it actually warm, or does it just look warm?”

    “It’s surprisingly warm,” she said with a smile, “yet breathable.”

    But he still looked doubtful—almost amused. And that is what led to the moment that stayed with me.

    “Honestly,” she said, lifting the front of the jacket slightly, “it’s very warm. Feel it if you want.”

    He hesitated… then slid his hand inside.

    He didn’t expect his fingers to land directly on bare skin—she’d only worn a crop top during the climb. His expression shifted instantly. Not startled. Just quietly jolted.

    And yes, he definitely kept his hand there a second longer than necessary.

    “Yeah,” he murmured as he withdrew, “it keeps warm. And you’re not wet.”

    The way he said wet stuck in my mind.

    Then the guide signalled for us to return to the coach. My wife straightened her jacket, and the moment dissolved back into ordinary travel.

    But my imagination refused to let it go.


    That evening I teased her about it.

    She knows exactly what I write, and she just smiled. “Didn’t you need some inspiration?”

    That line stayed with me.

    Nothing else happened on the trip—not in reality, at least. But the idea had already taken root.

    I still don’t know whether she did it consciously to tease my writer-brain, or if she simply enjoyed that tiny moment of playful contact and only realised afterwards what she’d invited him to feel. Either way, something had clicked.

    The cold, the climb, the thin mountain air… The brief touch under her jacket… The way you’re a little braver when you’re far from home…

    All of it fused into the oldest question a writer knows:

    What if?

    What if the man had been younger? What if we hadn’t been part of a group? What if the strange, elevated mood of the Wall at Christmas nudged a couple towards something they’d never do anywhere else? What if a husband didn’t just notice the spark… but welcomed it?

    Those questions became the heart of my new festive short story:

    Christmas on the Great Wall: A Hotwife Short Story

    A consensual, boundary-crossing encounter inspired not by literal events, but by a moment, a mood, and a spark that lingered longer than expected.

    Sometimes all a writer needs is a jacket, a bare stomach, a stranger’s brief touch… and a quiet coach ride where the mind won’t stop whispering:

    What if?

    👉 https://books2read.com/ChristmasOnTheGreatWall

  • How a Winter Walk Sparked My New Christmas Quickie

    I was walking through the park today, the weather dry but cold—the kind of crisp winter air that clears your head after a few hours behind the writing desk. The paths were quiet, the trees bare, the leaves scattered in soft rust-coloured carpets. A few squirrels darted between branches, and everything around me felt as if nature had slipped into its winter mode.

    Almost December, I thought. Time to plan the next newsletter.

    As I walked, I found myself wondering what would next month’s quickie should be about. I slowed a little, taking in the stillness. The light through the branches had that unmistakable winter glow, and for a moment I felt the atmosphere shift—a tiny hint of Christmas in the air.

    And then it clicked.

    That feeling—the season, the mood—reminded me of something I hadn’t thought about in a long time: The Christmas Party, my very first published hotwife story, released five years ago. The memory came out of nowhere, the way ideas sometimes appear when you’re not trying to force them.

    I caught myself wondering: What happened to Jane, Chris and Semyan after all this time? Where would they be now? What would a reunion look like?

    And just like that, the answer arrived. That would be my December quickie.

    A festive, nostalgic return to the world of my earliest story—told with the voice and storytelling approach I’ve developed over the years. A short, erotic celebration of how far the characters (and the author!) have come.

    It’s funny how inspiration works. Not at the desk, not while staring at a blank document—but out on a quiet path, cold air biting at your cheeks, your mind wandering just enough to let the right idea slip in.

    That’s how next month’s story was born:

    Christmas Reunion—a little spark from a winter walk leading me back to where everything began.

    A Festive Gift for My Readers

    For those of you already on my mailing list, next month’s quickie—Christmas Reunion—is exactly that: a short, intense follow-up set five years after the events of The Christmas Party. It isn’t a retelling. It’s a new moment entirely. Same hotel room. Same characters. But seen through my voice today—sharper, more emotional, and a lot hotter.

    It felt right to revisit them now, in a way that honours where the story began while offering something new and exciting for December.

    Think of it as a thank-you to everyone who’s been reading my work over the years—and as a little surprise gift for anyone joining the list for the first time.

    And speaking of new readers…

    If you haven’t subscribed yet, now is the perfect moment. The December newsletter includes Christmas Reunion exclusively for subscribers—and I’d hate for you to miss it.

    You’ll also receive instant access to my free erotic short story Taken in Tanzania, a completely different adventure set under the burning African sun. I’d love to hear what you think of the contrast between the two worlds—winter hotels and hot beaches, quiet reunions and impulsive temptation.

    If you’d like to join me, here’s the link to sign up:

    👉 alexleestories.com/free-hotwife-story/

    And if this post made you curious about the original story, The Christmas Party is available on Amazon.

    Thank you, as always, for reading—and I hope this December brings you a little extra heat.

  • Whispers from the Hollow—When a Young Wife Opens More Than One Door

    ✨ Update – 11 November 2025:
    Whispers from the Hollow is now live on Amazon!
    👉 Read it here

    Whispers from the Hollow book cover by Alex Lee.

    When Mia opens the door to her husband’s friend, she doesn’t realise she’s also opening another door—one that leads far deeper, into the forbidden thrill of temptation. What unfolds over a single weekend will change everything.

    Whispers from the Hollow is a story that took me quite some time to write—partly because I travelled a lot during that period, and partly because I was also developing other projects alongside it.

    I’d long wanted to do something a little different from my usual stories, while still keeping the emotional depth that defines my work. This time, I set out to capture that same intensity in a third-person point of view—a style I hadn’t used for quite a while, especially for something so intimate.

    The story centres on Mia, a young mother, and Ben, who comes to stay at her flat so she isn’t alone with her child while Simon—her husband and Ben’s best friend—is away on an unexpected business trip. It was fascinating to tell this story through Mia’s eyes, and for much of the book, through Ben’s as well.

    A hotwife story written through the wife’s perspective is always powerful, deeply emotional, and highly erotic—something I thoroughly enjoyed exploring. But adding the bull’s perspective made it even more compelling. Rarely does hotwife fiction delve into what the bull thinks and feels beyond pure pleasure and dominance. Writing some scenes through Ben’s eyes was almost as thrilling as seeing them through Mia’s. Navigating his thoughts and emotions—a young, inexperienced man deeply attracted to his best friend’s wife yet held back by loyalty and friendship—gave the story a realism and depth I didn’t expect to find in a short erotic narrative.

    Although the entire plot unfolds over just a weekend—perhaps even less—I believe the emotional depth here is among the strongest in any of my books. The story is highly erotic and very conversational, exploring temptation, restraint, and desire through both characters’ perspectives.

    What makes Whispers from the Hollow unusual is that for much of the story—perhaps two-thirds—the husband is present only in the background: in memories, thoughts, and conversations. He doesn’t physically appear until later, and when he does, it’s with impact—the erotic tension reaches its peak.

    For me, this structure brought a new kind of realism. It allowed the emotions during the build-up—the temptation and restraint—and, later, the reflections and consequences of what happened, to come through far more vividly than if I’d told it in my usual first-person voice.

    It wasn’t an easy story to craft, but it was one I completely enjoyed writing. It’s one of those stories that lingers after the final page.

    I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and I’d love to hear your thoughts afterwards.

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