collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
I am a passionate writer looking to make you naughtiest dreams come true. I want to write erotica for you. Nothing is taboo, nothing is too forbidden since I only create works of fiction.
Here are a few things you should know:
– I will write your story to your specifications
– I dont like writing about celebrities or fictional characters I don’t know since the stories are a lot harder to write then
If you are interested, let me know
Thanks in advance
I wrote a story and am currently working on a second chapter. My main character was hired to take part in a sexual escape room where the client can give her any task he desires.
I thought of some things like the use of dildos from various species, fucking machines etc. but I don’t know if that is spicy enough.
I am into a bunch of hard stuff like non-con, BDSM and things like that but I want this chapter to be really exciting and also fun to read.
Thats why I wanted to ask the help of fellow writers or lovers of erotic stories.
Do any of you want to chat about some ideas? I’m open for anything that isn’t bathroom stuff, feet or bloody.
Please pm me if you have any ideas.
I love my job. I know, some people might say that. Most of the time they don’t mean it though. Sure, Karen. I totally believe that you love your office job where all you do is bringing your boss coffee and maybe sucking his dick for a promotion if you are lucky.
Not me though. When I say it, I mean it. In comparison to my job, my life is annoying and even bordering on absolutely boring sometimes. My job: highlight of my day.
It’s 3:30 pm. I just stepped out of the shower and start to dry my hair. I don’t need a curling iron, or makeup or even a hairbrush. Another reason while I love working at “The Black Rose”. No need to look like a barbie.
Well, there is one place that needs to look like a newborn baby’s ass. I drop the towel and look myself up and down in the mirror. My hands run along my pert breast, lightly teasing the nipples. Further down my fingers wander past my navel to the important part. The money earner. My tight little cunt.
I rub the outer lips, to make sure that no stubble escaped my thorough shaving. I pull them apart to admire my pink pussy, already gleaming from my arousal. A delicious tingle starts to spread through the lower part of my body.
All characters in this story are 18 or older. This all fantasy. If this could trigger you I would advise you not to read this story. I do not condone rape in any kind. This is my first time writing erotica and I hope you enjoy
A cold breeze ruffled my hair as I quietly waited at the bus stop. I silently cursed the stupid school officials who made us wear these ridiculous skirts. In the distance I see the bus approaching the stop. My heartbeat quickened. I have some very bad memories from the rides of this line. Terrible ones. But my family can’t afford a taxi and it’s too far to walk to granny’s place. So I always take the bus.
The ride is still a bit empty. I quickly scoot towards the back and get a seat at the window. We pass a few stations before we halt at a rather busy stop. Lots of people get one and the bus is getting packed.
All characters in this story are 18 or older. This all fantasy. If this could trigger you I would advise you not to read this story. I do not condone rape in any kind. This is my first time writing erotica and I hope you enjoy
A cold breeze ruffled my hair as I quietly waited at the bus stop. I silently cursed the stupid school officials who made us wear these ridiculous skirts. In the distance I see the bus approaching the stop. My heartbeat quickened. I have some very bad memories from the rides of this line. Terrible ones. But my family can’t afford a taxi and it’s too far to walk to granny’s place. So I always take the bus.