Hi, hello, hola, chaka? Is chaka anything? Ok, maybe not…
So yeah, hey there, girl with the day off here. I’m looking outside and the weather is somewhere between “blah” and “go for a walk” but I’m kind of tired of being whistled at by dudes driving by… Like what do you think I’m gonna do, boys? Just leap in the backseat? At least let me get my stunt double. Anyway, chauvinism aside, I’m just gonna be blunt and say I am single and porn is honestly dull and lifeless, so I wanna get off, DESPERATELY and another way. My vice is written erotica, sexy little stories that are detailed well in rich paragraphs of vivid environment and character description, not to mention characters that aren’t just sex-bots created for fucking. (Pretty sure that’s the plot of the Notebook, never seen it.)
Soooo, if you’re one of those males/females with a pension for storytelling and a love for getting needy girls off when they read your stuff under a mountain of blankets, please please please send me a cute message that details your talent with a pen. Boast to me if you have to. Swear to God though, messages with “I can fuq you” or “ur a bad gurl, let’s play” OR “let’s roleplay” noooooo especially not that last one, this is writing. A. Story. A hot one. There’s another reddit for that, trust me, I’m banned from it. Kidding.
So please only serious people apply, ones with the free time today to whip me up something special. And YES reddit shadow police, this is a TWO-WAY EXCHANGE, it won’t be all for me, God, so don’t remove this. Please read the content, I’m aware of the rules. Surely, there’s someone who enjoys the written art of sex as much as I do, please message me, impress me, and for God sake finish me… I have so many fantasies that porn could never do justice to.
Thanks folks, toodles!
*Oh, and as always, those who include their favorite SOFTCORE actress in their replies and WHY will always receive preferential treatment. It’s in the name. ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e3ps4y/wanna_get_off_to_hot_writing_need_i_say_more
She felt her face flush, and the music teacher smiled. The room’s quiet pushed down on her. Squeezed her. Could he hear her heart pounding? Moments ago, she was convinced that it was ridiculous to have her pants off on the piano bench and legs up, but now it might be delicious. A few moments more, and the revelation was feet-in-warm-sand, standing on the shores of the extraordinary. “We will start with largo,” he said, adjusting the metronome. The arm began to tick back and forth with a single feather attached. She gasped, staring up at him with sudden adoration. Each brush of the feather on her most sensitive places made her mind open to beautiful, swirling symphonies.
“characters that aren’t just sex-bots” Don’t read my works. They are dominant though, and have devious psychological abilities.