Hi! I’m Jupiter Grant (she/her).
As you may have guessed, Jupiter Grant is my nom de plume; writing anonymously enables me to be more honest and less inhibited in my work. I’m a purveyor of erotica, fiction, poetry, pop culture, and whatever else takes my fancy on any given day. I also narrate and produce Audible Audiobooks via ACX, and have numerous productions (of my own books as well as those by other authors) on sale at Amazon.
I have always been a writer, and was creating stories and articles from an early age. At the age of 12, I…
Eyes met across a crowded room,
that old, time-worn cliché.
I wanted to approach you,
but didn’t know what to say.
I am not very confident,
no Casanova, I.
I may appear so self-assured,
but I’m actually quite shy.
There was a glimmer in your smile,
that signalled you were keen
but another man approached you.
I feared fate had intervened.
I stood there with a pounding heart,
and feeling like a fool.
Inside my head I railed about
how life can be so cruel.
I’m just not self-assured enough to ever make a move on someone I’m attracted to…
In the Autumn of 1931 the Irving family, residents of a farmhouse at Doarlish Cashen on the Isle of Man, reported the presence of a strange mongoose-like creature that had begun to appear around and inside their home. The bizarre circumstances began when, according to the Irvings, the sound of scratching, rustling, and “vocal noises” were heard within the walls of the tiny farmhouse. Believing it to be a rodent infestation, they placed traps. However, no rodents were found, and the strange noises persisted, growing ever more disturbing. Trying to scare away whatever was causing the sounds, James, the Irving…
Sweet love, lay your head upon
the pillow. Close your eyes,
and let me soothe your weariness
as we rest ‘neath night-time skies.
Let your body sink into
the mattress soft and warm,
and just lie restful and relaxed
beside my supine form.
Let me listen to your breath
slow down as sleep descends,
and Morpheus doth claim you, to
this waking world transcend.
In blissful dreams now wander forth,
releasing all your woes.
Here in your sleep is respite, safe
and snug in your repose.
To feel you lie beside me, free from thoughts that cloud your mind through…
As I crawl into bed
and lay down my weary head,
I often find that I replay
the highlights of my day.
And every time I find
there’s a room inside my mind
where I rewrite my every word
and every action that occurred.
Never happy with my lot
nor thankful for the things I’ve got,
I wish to craft alternate plays
and different versions of my day.
The stupid thing I said
that’s repeating in my head
will be deleted from the script
of my perfect day. The scene is clipped
and edited to make it better, analyzing every…
Often I have wished for the serenity of Buddha,
to be unfettered and detached from cravings of all kinds.
Siddhartha taught that such desires cause ourselves to suffer,
still I can not quite manage to break free from them, I find.
I catch myself tied up in knots, consumed and plagued by wanting,
no matter how I tell myself existence is illusion.
Deceitful Mara’s cunning trap of temptation and distraction,
preventing my enlightenment, and causing much confusion.
Serene Gautama Buddha held against the lures of Mara. Alas I am not skilled enough to likewise be unswayed by desire, discontentment, and…
For the fifth morning in a row, when she walked into the kitchen to brew her first pot of coffee, the fluorescent light was on.
The first time it happened was the day of the accident. When she returned from the hospital at 11am, and walked zombie-like back into the house, the kitchen light was blazing. It didn’t strike her as unusual, though. …
When the weather gets warmer in England,
Her Majesty’s parks are a sea of pale flesh
kept hidden for months behind wool and thick fabrics
and now been set free by sun, warm and air, fresh.
Happy yellow daffies sway in the mild breeze
and the days are growing warmer, and longer, and brighter.
We’re looking ahead to a life less confined,
as the coming of Spring makes the heart and soul lighter.
But we must not undo all the work that’s been done,
ignoring the guidance that’s rightly in place. …
My lips and yours
locked in a lover’s kiss.
To feel your mouth upon my own,
bestowing such sweet bliss!
A moment of hot passion,
or a gentle brush of warmth.
There is something intangible
in the feelings it brings forth.
Your kiss feels like a testament,
a poem, or a song.
It is this simple taste of you
I’ve been missing for so long.
So darling, love, please plant your lips
upon mine, just like so
and let our hearts be lifted
in desire’s warming glow.