GeoffreyKillian, Author at NSFW story

[META] The World of Flights

A few months ago, I asked this community if it would be interested in reading a book with strong erotic themes. The answer was a tentative but resounding “yes”.

So, after having some real-life stuff to sort out, I’m finally in a position to make such a thing happen. With your permission and enthusiasm, I’ll be posting new chapters here every other week. Additionally, if there’s any interest in such a thing, I’ll be suggesting people have a look at my [Patreon](https://patreon.com/invite/wpqgbz) so I can, hopefully, double the upload speed.

But that’s a whole lot of talk for not a lot of bang, [so here’s the prologue!](https://docs.google.com/document/d/189vL3ODQg7qqKwpAVB43h8vjYwSBYaPJM5IcWXo2kqw/edit?usp=sharing)

As promised, here is an excerpt of the novel I’m currently writing.

[This ](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1zxqhFoRf6ZAXelS3LqM8KQgzNYyp76rOTOqEjJYdwV8/edit?usp=sharing) piece of story is more here to show the writing style than it is to be outright pornographic – though that is most definitely going to be a part of things, going forward.

Now that I have something more substantial to give you, I postulate the question again: in how far would you, as a community, be willing to support or enjoy this story as I continue to develop it? Would you be interested in something written like this? Feel free to comment, criticize and confront me.

Regards,

GK

^^^^Edit: ^^^^also ^^^^I ^^^^have ^^^^a ^^^^[patreon](https://www.patreon.com/user?u=938267)

A small question for this community.

I’m currently writing an actual, real-world novel. It’s a “soft” science-fiction and fantasy story that is, in my opinion, *both* radical *and* tubular. It’s large in scope, aiming for a universe that feels expansive but tangible, and characters that are described in vivid detail, from emotional depth, to visceral setpieces, to pretty damn graphic sex.

My question is: would this community care to read parts of this story as it goes on? Would that be an okay thing for me to bring here? As for the more “official” side of things, would the mod team – and the community – be okay with something like Patreon being linked? If the answer to all of those is a sympathetic but stern “no”, then I, of course, understand. If the answer is “well… what about…” then let’s talk.

My guide to writing erotica

Edit: more will be added when I have time.

Alright, let me start off by pointing out that I'm no professional writer. Save a few columns, I haven't had anything published worth mentioning. Take all of this with a grain of salt. If someone with more experience, knowledge and/or wisdom wishes to correct me, feel free.

Without any further ado, let's do this.

Why.

First question, when writing anything, you should ask yourself, is why you are writing. If you're writing for yourself to masturbate to, then by all means just ahead and do your thing. Will others be reading it, or are you practising for that occasion? Because then you have some things to consider.

You see, despite its visual delivery, writing is a medium that can tickle all the senses. This is the first mistake I see a lot of people make, and there's a whole tvtropes page on this phenomenon known as "IKEA porn". Many people, especially those who just started off writing, seem to think writing should be a transcript more than anything. We don't want to read that kind of thing! If I wanted to experience "my penis entered a vagina" I would much rather go out and do it than read about it. Similarly, I can imagine that sentence doing very little for your female readers. They don't have a penis and, despite your female readers possibly having an extremely vivid imagination, the word penis and its many synonyms is not going to get the proverbial job done. Read more »

One in a Million [MF]

((In keeping with the regular uploads. ))

You must have known, the way you looked when you came in. If you didn’t consciously think it, some part of you must have registered you were the most amazing, most enticing woman in the entire room. When you walked down those steps, you must have seen how you were as close to the divine as any of us would ever be able to get.

You looked like you were out for a great night, and who was I not to oblige. I must not have been your first choice, or your second, but when we found each other dancing, laughing at ridiculous Travolta impressions and bad music, having a drink in a secluded spot, talking the knight away, we were stuck together. The liberation of talking to you, of losing myself in the conversation until you and I exist was heaven. I could have done this until the sun came up and continued until the night after. I could have, if it hadn’t been for you. Your mouth. Your face. Your tantalizing legs and your titillating outfit. Every time you shifted, I could see further up your dress, ever piece of flesh temporarily derailing my train of thought. Read more »

Mirror Mirror [mf], [paranormal]

((My first and last foray into the paranormal erotica.))

Mirror Mirror

I stumbled into the bathroom. If it wasn’t obvious I was half-drunk, the bottle would tip off any observers. My clothes were in a puddle in the living-room somewhere, my underwear disheveled, my makeup a mess. That fucker. He should’ve stayed here, should’ve stayed to fuck me. But nooOOoo, he just had to have a shoulder to cry on and complain about his girlfriend. And I just had to be a supportive friend while I just wanted to rip his pants of and fuck him.

It’d been too long since I’d gotten any, and my best friend just had to be a fucking hot piece of meat. The woman in the mirror looked back at me.

"The fuck you looking at?" I scowled at her, as I sat down on the edge of the tub. I took another swig, realized my bottle was empty, and broke down. I didn’t want to fuck him. Well, I did, but I was even more horny for his lips, for his arms, his face. I wasn’t fucking in love because there was no way I’d let myself be but I was in love. I broke down. Little by little, that clenching in the back of my throat began, that warning sign that tells you that, yup, you’ve derailed, and you’re going to start crying. I wanted to push it back, and got up to the sink, have a drink, wash it down. I never got there. Read more »

Moving In – Part 2 – [MMF] and a truckload of [dirtiness]

Waking up, I smelled the familiar scent of my wife’s perfume as I became aware of my surroundings and, more pressingly, her hair, splayed across the pillows before me. She had her back turned to me, and the sheets had pulled themselves back to reveal her marvelous figure. She’d never agree that it was, no matter how many times I told her, but she seemed to have accepted, and embraced, the fact that I’d never get tired of her.

I moved up behind her, and wrapped an arm around her waist, smelled the sweetness that seemed to be her natural odour, and kissed her neck. With a soft murmur, she shifted, pushed herself back against me, and for a second, we were only a single being.

"Did yesterday really happen?" she asked.

"It seems so."

I paused.

"Any regrets?"

"Not really. Do you? Aside from any physical… discomfort?" she asked with a sly smile.

"No, I’m fine, thank you." I said as I squeezed her breast, eliciting a slight giggle. Read more »

Moving In – [mmf] and a laundry-list of dirtiness.

These gathered a little bit of traction on tumblr where I first posted them, but not more than a few hundred notes. Someone else posted them elsewhere, gaining over 5000 in accumulated views and likes, so I figured I'd post them here, for posterity.

Without any further ado: Moving In, Part 1.

I walked up the stairs to the small studio we were going to move in to, two stacked boxes in my arms. My wife was still in the car, getting some smaller things. I tried to peek around my heavy load, and saw that the door was slightly ajar. The landlord had insisted on helping us, and it seemed he had already arrived.

I walked in, and set the boxes down, wiping my brow. This was looking up to be one of those hot and dry afternoons, the clouds having dissipated after the morning rain. The landlord was already naked from the waist up, trying to cool off in the heat. Some of the windows were open, and he was looking out one of them. He looked young, tan, muscular. Though I was still fairly young, those other two were more aspirations for me than actual reality. Not to say I’m fat, I just have some extra grip around my waist. As I was contemplating this and my host’s supple buttocks, my wife walked in after me, and put her boxes down as well. She turned to speak, but saw the landlord. Read more »