Hiya,
So for the majority of the civilized world, Sunday is marked with a tradition as old as America herself, bathed in a baptism of cheap beer, stained jerseys, and screaming at the television like they can hear you… Of course I’m talking about football, but it’s not the only practice that rules Sunday afternoon…
No, for the rest of us degenerates and depravers, the last day of the week is marked as just another time to curl up in bed, remove everything below the waist and fucking play baby, plaaaay. And how do I like to play, you might ask? Well first of all, I don’t call a penalty for any dirty conduct, and I don’t stop and start every 5 seconds… In fact, I’m hoping our sessions last well into Monday morning.
In terms of the ask here, it’s simple: I both unfortunately and fortunately have no man to spend Sunday on football with, and the frustration tends to mount to the point where I just can’t pull myself out of bed at all… Not without a little help at least. Porn has run its course for me, a bunch of mindless hotties screwing with no real rhyme or reason until 20 minutes are up and the man erupts like the world’s most anti-climatic volcano. And have we witnessed any character development? Any memorable backdrops that are a wonder to behold? Hell, did you remember even a SINGLE line of dialogue besides “Uhhhhh I’m cummin'”. Yeah no, didn’t think so… So where do I usually turn? The late-night films of my youth, softcore flicks where the sex is abundant but the stories and actually realistic characters are enough to believe in the threesome you’re watching could be happening next door. I used to go wild for the stuff as a younger girl with no idea about the real thing… Until it all ran out, unfortunately not as popular as the hardcore drivel you see today.
So, my new passion became bringing that lost art back to life, for the most selfish of purposes of enjoying them all myself. The result was written erotica: detailed settings painting vivid pictures in my mind of both 3-dimensional characters that can talk and screw all at once. Surely there’s enough of you out there who share my passion? Surely there’s at least 1 of you who won’t send me a “hey baby wanna fuq” or “lets rp” with all the horrors of missing punctuation. I’m not searching for Hemmingway but someone has to enjoy a well-written erotica tale as I do.
Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe I should just give up.
Buuuuuuuuut then again,
I’ve always been a stubborn bitch. So I’m putting the message out there, write me an orange envelope to write with/for/whatever you prefer and let’s take Sunday back from the sweaty pot-bellies and declare this Steamy Sunday from this day ’till eternity. And as an added incentive, below is a sample of some of my early work, as proof of what I know what I’m doing, and a warning for anyone who can’t write better to not bother with a letter at all. OH, and whoever intrigues me first with their inquiry gets the entire story sent to them, no questions asked, right off the bat..
So, you wanna spend today squeezed between two dudes who think the refs can hear them? Or, would you like to spend it making me enjoy myself, along with yourself? It’s Sunday ladies and gentlemen, how about we play our own little game? No flags on the play ;)
-Maddie
“*A quick glance outside the door revealed that the snow had only gotten worse, and she could barely make out the empty driveway from the endless gusts of wind. She was beginning to get nervous as she made her way over to the dimly lit living room,; only a single small lamp was turned on to welcome her as she lay flat across the fine leather couch. Her figure looked like it was about to be painted, posing perfectly on the expensive couch as she played with her curls…. She always played with her curls when she was anxious, the men’s eyes always glued to her when she did it as a dancer; Something to do with subtlety or whatever… but she wasn’t in the mood for subtlety tonight.*
*As her head rested back on the fine couch pillow, she let herself be serenaded by the whispers of falling snow outside. She closed her crystal blue eyes and her mind began to race with thoughts of her husband: he would come home all exhausted from work, and she would throw herself onto him like a wet towel… and they would make love right there in the doorway, maybe he shut the door first, or maybe he didn’t. She would strip him blind before tearing off her own clothing as well with one fierce pull. Her blond hair would fly in all directions as he did nasty things to her, things she’d never tell her priest about, maybe not even her close friends… and during it all, she would purr like a kitten, appreciating every last little squeeze.*
*As her mind dabbled in paradise, her hand slowly crawled down the red fabric, first making a stop at her amazing rack, and after granting them a squeeze, her hand reached its final destination between her smooth legs, just barely under her dress. With her eyes closed tightly, she began to softly moan, feeling it right there on the couch and she winced at every tiny jolt of pleasure. Her mind continued to weave a naughty tale and her hand followed behind closely… her moans grew louder as she was now getting plowed against the door by her animal of a man. Sweat was running like a river on both their bare bodies, and she squeezed her throbbing breast with one hand while the other continued to play down below.*
*“Ohhhh, God…” She moaned out loud, licking her lips as if she enjoyed the taste of her words. She continued to feel and squeeze and slowly reached for the zipper hidden behind her dress.*
*Just as she gripped it, a mighty gust of snow struck the nearby living room window and sent her to her feet, surprised. With a few deep breaths, she breathed a sigh of relief and fixed her dress, yanking it back down to cover her thighs again. She took a few more deep breaths as she tried to take in her amazing adventure, but decided it may have been too good to be true. She loved her husband more than anything, and she wanted to be around him more than she wanted to just ‘make love.’ With one more sigh, she brushed her blond curls back and decided to greet her husband with a freshly cooked meal, perhaps something hot to deal with the chilly weather outside. A solid idea. Just as she took a step towards the kitchen, the large mahogany door flew open and her husband walked in, bringing in a few stray gusts of wind in with him.*
*“Hey babe, sorry I’m so late.” He struggled to close the door tightly behind him, locking the door tightly for the night. “Old man Patterson had us packed with paperwork again, Jesus Christ. Third time this week. Honestly babe, I’m at the point where-” he barely managed out that last word before turning around to find her leaping into his arms like a wild dog. In seconds, they were passionately making out against the wooden door, and it creaked as it struggled to hold the force of their bodies. She held onto the collar of his perfectly pressed black suit, one of her personal favorites… they continued to kiss like old lovers who hadn’t been together in years; at first he was completely surprised, but it didn’t take long before he was kissing his beautiful wife back and firmly gripping her rear with both hands.*
*“Well, hello, hello” he barely managed to get out with a playful chuckle.*
*With fire in her eyes, she swiftly turned around and grinded her bottom against him like the stripper she once was. It always got his motor running in the past and tonight was no different. She felt him getting excited as he closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the door with a satisfied groan. The wild child in her had reared itself again, and wasn’t going to go away until it had its fill. Luckily after the initial shock, it seemed her husband was more than willing as she felt his kisses become more and more passionate.*
*“Damn… you always make work go away so fast, baby” he muttered, reaching around to cup her breasts as she continued to rub against him. With a smile, she turned back around, holding onto his long checkered tie like a chain.”*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/duc3dc/hello_sports_fans_sexually_promiscuous_ohsojuicy