My partner and I decided to have a little competition and try to write an erotic story. We couldn’t reach a consensus on whose was better, so wanted to put it to the vote to anonymous strangers! :) Please bear in mind we don’t have much writing experience, and haven’t done this before. It’s also really embarrassing. Mine certainly isn’t very good, but I won’t say which it is. So… here:
**Story 1**:
A dim but insistent light gradually began to filter through. Eventually she stirred, opening her eyes, confused as the light started to resolve into gradient, to shapes, to a room. Memory took longer, but the soft sheets and warm bed took the sting out of the panic – clearly, lost no longer.
The girl stirred, tried to sit up, fell back. A wave of dizziness rolled over her, as she caught a mug with her arm, which spiraled off the night stand, rung off the floor and skittered away. As it faded, it was replaced, the opening door flooding her vision with light.
She heard a woman’s voice, lightly accented. Spanish? A resolving figure glided toward her, an attractive olive-skinned face snapping into view as it reached her, a look of concern accentuating its soft femininity. The girl mumbling something resembling speech, half to herself. With gentle soothing noises the newcomer brushed hair from the girls face and stroked her head, as she returned to sleep.
She woke later, faster this time. The woman was already there. She sat up, drawing the covers around her as she realised she was naked. A warm drink was put in her hands. The woman asked her name. “Annie”. After a pause, “What’s yours?”. Her name was Marie. Marie was very attractive.
That caught the girl by surprise. She pulled the covers tighter, suddenly feeling very exposed, averted her eyes. “My.. Uh, I’m not wearing any clothes?”. They had been wet – she had been cold. Her further questions answered without asking. Wet, cold, lost, stumbling about, far far from where she was supposed to be, found near to Marie’s winter cabin. Didn’t stay conscious the whole way back.
Annie slept a lot over the next two days. Marie stayed with her most of while she was awake. She found herself increasingly excited by her, kept stumbling over her words, sure Marie knew.
Marie did know. “I.. have noticed you looking.” She said, clearly, looking straight at Annie. Her heart leapt into her throat, she blustered a few attempts at denial, her cheeks flushed, her breath laboured. “It’s OK, I’m not saying I mind. Just that I noticed.” Marie leaned confidently in to her, ran her fingers over Annie’s jawline. “You gaze is not the only think I have noticed about you.” Marie was confident, but her arousal read clear in her face, parted lips, wandering eyes…
She flicked her eyes down, then back, and began trailing her hand down the curve of Annie’s collarbone. Annie flinched, gasped, found herself unable to complain. Almost paralysed with a mixture of excitement, fear and lust, she arched her back and whimpered softly, the covered falling from her chest as Marie flicked her nails across Annie’s breasts suddenly. The sharp sensation brought her focus back as she realised how hot, how wet she was. Leaning up she pressed her mouth to Marie’s almost pathetically out of control of her own body, as Marie squeezed her breast and ran those sharp nails down her pale belly.
She moaned suddenly, pulling her arms around Marie’s back and bucking her hips gently as fingers caressed her clit. Her mouth lost contact with its partner, and she felt herself desperately licking and sucking the skin she could find, she thought it was neck, but didn’t know. She arched hard and pulled herself into Marie as fingers were forced into her pussy.
Annie lost herself to pleasure, not knowing how long it lasted, she rode Marie’s hand like a wild animal, barely feeling the scratches, and reacting as if drunk when Marie drew her hand out and slapped her clit. Changing hands, Marie continued to fuck her with her fingers, while Annie greedily sucked and tasted the fingers that had been inside her. Finally, Marie slid her free hand around Annie’s neck and pinned her head down while her swollen pussy came hard around Marie’s hand.
A confused, drooling mess, Annie looked up into Marie’s face. She smiled, pleased, seductive, and vaguely predatory. Standing, she said, “Looks like the snows just about let up. You could go whenever, now… though.. you could stay a little longer.. if you like.” She winked, and gracefully sauntered out of the room.
**Story 2** (slightly Shadowrun-inspired):
The only sound was the crunching of boots on pine needles as the pair traipsed through the forest. Dariya, leading the way, had assured Stefan they were going in the right direction despite the mist. It seemed like hours had passed. No, only 20 minutes, she stiffly asserted. Stefan shook his head; he shouldn’t have taken this job, he could have been frying up bacon at home with Scruff – instead he was trudging through a forest, at 6am, with a recalcitrant (probably underpaid) Russian woman who had seemed much happier the previous evening when guzzling down the drinks he paid for…
“What’s up with you, anyway? Hung over?”
She gave him a dirty look. “Hung over? I barely drunk anything. I am concentrating.”
Barely? The woman must have consumed most of a bottle of Vodka when he had left. Well, he certainly didn’t want her to lose concentration and get them lost, so he shut up.
Another ten minutes went by of the same scenery until Dariya came to a sudden stop. She tried to ignore the feel of Stefan at her back – bastard – and squinted ahead.
“That might be the place”
“Might?” Stefan replied, tinged with annoyance “We can’t do this just anywhere, you know”
She ignored him and confidently stalked through the mist. Soon she was forced to a halt again, growling in irritation as her jacket snagged on something.
“Could you just – “ Stefan had already made his way over, and was patiently prying steel wire free from the jacket.
He kept hold of her jacket as she went to continue “Ahem…”
“Спасибо” She replied, tugging it free of his grip.
“What does that mean?” Stefan asked suspiciously, before sighing in relief as they reached the clearing.
Dariya ignored him and sat on the floor, pulling her phone out. “We’re early”
Stefan muttered under his breath. What a waste of time. He leaned against a tree and watched Dariya. She didn’t *look* that worse for wear, perhaps she really hadn’t drunk too much…
Dariya noticed Stefan watching her as she re-tied her thick, black hair into a bun. She swallowed and looked away, heard him turn and walk a short way into the trees. She allowed herself a sigh of relief. He was only a temporary hire, she just had to endure him for the rest of the day. The mist was clearing now, the forest was getting warmer.
“So seriously, what’s got your goat?” A hand on her shoulder. How the hell hadn’t she heard him? She stiffened slightly.
“Goat? What?”
“Why are you all sulky? Has there been a… cultural problem?”
You idiot. “Just doing my job. I lead us here, you… do whatever it is you do – “
“Mmhmm”
“We go back to crew. Job done. Then you go home”
“Charming”
“Is it? Like how you charmed that girl whose screams all heard through the night?” Well, fuck. She stared hard at the ground. He laughed.
“Not much charming necessary, really… So you’re jealous? Who’d have thought it” His hand moved up, into her hair, running his fingers through it. She jerked her head away and he laughed again, before moving back to his position against the tree, watching.
Dariya checked her emails. Looked back. He was still watching, out of the corner of his eye. She shifted uncomfortably in the dirt and realised, to her embarrassment, she was wet. She tucked her knees tightly to herself, trying not to think about her lack of underwear. It would be over soon.
“Haven’t you got something better to do?”
“Well, my lady friend isn’t around right now, so no”
A shocked look crossed Dariya’s face, replaced moments later by anger. She ignored him and shrugged her jacket off, suddenly feeling too hot. Stefan wandered over and tossed his own on top of the other, then looked down at her.
“Look, just – piss off!”
He ignored the outburst and crouched, cupping her chin. “You don’t really want that, do you?”
Dariya looked into his eyes, breathing fast. “You didn’t want me last night, why now?”
“You weren’t enough of a slut!” He smiled “You could try and correct that now”
She bit back an angry retort as he slid his hand down into her top, massaging her breast and pinching the nipple. The silence in the clearing was only interrupted by the sound of her own loud, shaky breaths. Feeling mildly ashamed, she pulled the top off, blushing as she felt his eyes all over her. He caressed her breasts, then bit one, eliciting a sharp gasp. Slowly, he moved up, to lick and kiss her neck, her ear… She desperately moved her hand downwards, groping for his cock, and moaned as he pushed her hand over it and she felt its large bulge through his clothing.
“Take your pants off – now” His breath was hot against her ear. She frantically pulled them down and he pushed her legs apart roughly, revealing her smooth, wet pussy. Stefan ran his fingernails lightly down her belly, then teasingly over her lips. Dariya rubbed at his cock, hard, whimpering. He smiled and took it out, then moved over to her eager mouth. She took in the head, savouring it, before pulling off momentarily. “Please… “ She glanced at his hand, still teasing, spreading her lips but not touching. He looked amused. “When you’ve taken all of it, maybe, like a proper slut”
Enthusiastically, she sucked on his cock, saliva dripping down her chin and eyes watering as she forced it all down her throat. She jumped slightly as his fingers slid over her clit, stroking, then down towards her dripping pussy. She moaned even more loudly as he pushed his fingers inside her, found herself trying to thank him. She felt pathetic and loved it.
Stefan took his cock out of Dariya’s mouth and held her neck, then moved to press the head up against her pussy. She panted and ran her hands over his muscular chest. “Why… why aren’t you…” The look in her eyes desperate.
“Hmm… I want you to beg. Got to make up for that attitude earlier”
She hesitated and he rubbed it gently against her, leaned to her ear and whispered about how it would feel inside her… “Fine! P-Please! Please take me…”
She moaned and her fingernails scratched into the ground as his thick cock slid deep inside her; he fucked her, hard and fast, kissed her roughly, drowning out her cries as she came around him. Then she climbed atop him and took him inside her, grinding against his cock desperately until he filled her with warm cum, dripping down her thighs…
The two dressed quickly and silently, only one minute to go. Stefan grasped Dariya’s wrist as she rummaged through her bag. “Better now?”
“I… um…. not quite.” She regained her composure. “I want to see more of you later” She ran a hand down his thigh, then turned quickly with the tools. He raised an eyebrow and followed.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/90bre2/please_compare_our_stories