Seeking Inspiration

I’ve long written erotic short stories based often upon the secrets female friends have shared and given me permission to imagine a sometimes faithful and more often idealized version of their actual experience or what they wish there experience had been.

It’s been awhile and as I’m the midst of an unexpected and devastating divorce, I could really use a distraction and so thought perhaps revisiting my former avocation might help both provide me some respite from the darkness and also give some hopefully none-too-small pleasure to any woman willing to share her experiences and allow me a bit of creative-license.

I’m well aware that this might seem untoward or creepy, but, rest assured, I mean it only as stated.

I seek only inspiration.

No ulterior motives.

If you’re willing to be a muse, feel free to send me a private message for samples of my work, or share your story there or here in this thread.

Note: My ultimate goal is to compile and publish this, but don’t worry, if so, your anonymity will be secured and you will get final approval as to whether your story makes the collection.

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Categorized as Erotica

Awakenings [Erotica}

(Another erotic story I wrote a few years ago. Thanks for reading! Your feedback is quite welcome.)

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**Awakenings**

Chapter One:

She sits, alone again but not really, typing to an old friend online while ‘he’ sits nearby, watching some inane sporting event. She never did ‘get’ the whole testosterone thing. Never could see the appeal of watching a bunch of huge, sweaty men play with balls and smack each other on the asses to say ‘good job!’

He yells “YES!” and shakes his fist, pleased with his team and for a moment, she giggles, remembering other times he’d been so excited.

She thinks back to how it all began…

She was so young then, so naïve. He was married, so therefore a challenge but not much of a threat. They‘d flirted online; they’d talked on the phone in the wee hours of the morning, quietly so his wife could not hear. Him in the closet, whispering, holding his hand over his mouth while he climaxed; she could still hear that muffled ecstasy and remembering it made her smile, made her remember the man he used to be.

A Man in Uniform [Erotica]

An ‘erotic’ short story I wrote a few years back.

Please feel free to let me know what you think. (This is my first post on Reddit, btw, so be nice! :P)

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**A Man in Uniform**

A deep sigh escaped her full, beautiful lips without her even meaning to let it out. She was more surprised than he was, as he turned and looked in her direction, surely having heard the expulsion of breath and, perhaps, saw it, as it was quite chilly this afternoon.

She almost turned and walked in the other direction, but it was like her feet had minds of their own, ruled perhaps by the throbbing in her center, drawn toward him and disaster as surely as if he were an iceberg, and she a doomed vessel. Her heart had been broken too many times by guys just like this one but there was nothing she could do about it but surrender, like always, like a moth to a flame, toward him, her weakness: A man in uniform.