Hello!
I am looking for people who would like a writer for hire! I write erotica with a zero rape policy no exceptions.
I am open to writing other kinks however this may cost extra as additional research may be required to fulfil your desire.
I am writing because I love storytelling but I also need to pay bills. I do charge $20 per 1000 words but will throw in discounts for longer pieces!
I wanted to give everybody a sample of my writing but of course, can completely change my writing style depending on your request. Please message or email me with requests for commsions.
So without further ado, enjoy!
It had been a week since they saw each other. A painstakingly 168 hours. Each hour filled with desire, want, and *need.* Amelia slowly pulled up in her Camry in front of John’s house. Seeing John sitting on the front steps of his porch—waiting for her—made Amelia’s heart skip. She suddenly felt warm and craved to feel his body on hers. She parked and grabbed her gray duffel bag from the passenger seat and got out of the car. Her short yellow and white polka-dotted sundress danced in the fresh air and she felt goosebumps run up her suddenly noticeable tan, bare legs. As she approached the house John stood up from where he was sitting, and she took in every inch of his body. His crinkled khakis, a blue t-shirt that cupped his arms and hugged his broad chest, and his beautiful defined jaw bone that framed his dark stubble and blue eyes. She began to feel warm again. They smiled and embraced each other, each sighing in relief and comfort. Amelia pressed her body against Johns and could feel his muscular body lean into hers. He placed one hand on the back of her head and pulled her close. He could smell her vanilla perfume and felt her soft blonde hair against his face. He’d imagined her body against his throughout the entire week and was overcome by desire. He released Amelia and they exchanged a quick “I missed you” kiss. If it wasn’t for the neighbors next door sitting on their porch and the girl walking her dog across the street, John would have pulled that yellow polka dot dress up right there and bent her over the railing of the porch exposing her ripe, round ass and fucked her. Instead, he grabbed her hand and led her inside to his bedroom. He took the gray duffel bag from Amelia and set it on the floor. There, was when he embraced her again, squeezing her ass, feeling her bare skin as her dress scrunched up her legs. He pressed his now hard cock, against her. Amelia cupped John’s face in her hands and passionately kissed him. His desire filled her body, exploring every inch he was deprived of, finding each crack and crevice. She felt weightless—as if John could simply engulf her, which she secretly hoped he would. As he put his tongue inside of her mouth, she could taste every second of longing and desire that held built up within him, and the pressure from his cock against her waist conveyed all the ways he wanted to make up for that lost time. John was tired of waiting—after 168 hours—he could finally be inside of her and feel her warm tight pussy again. He grabbed Amelia and picked her up and felt her legs wrap around him. John was immersed in that sweet vanilla smell; his mind swam in it. He could feel her muscular, tan thighs squeeze his waist. A pressure he didn’t know his body craved.
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