Hi! I hope this is okay to post…
I’ve created a sub for dark, gothic, unsettling erotic art.
r/eerieErotica
I thought, with the artistic take on erotica enjoyed by the users here, perhaps some of you would enjoy the content of my sub as well!
Best!
Category: Erotica
A couple of questions for the community here
Good morning fellow writers.
As you may have noticed based on my username, I focus on writing erotic fiction. However, I would like to delve a little further into a more horror focused niche.
Monsters, ghosts, Lovcraftian terrors etc.
To that end, I have a couple of questions regarding it. Firstly, what would be a good way to market something that would and could be rather graphic? Secondly, how easy is it to find an audience writing as a male?
Threesome with the roommate
When I got to your apartment, you were in the kitchen just finishing up the dishes. I watch you stand on your toes to get the last plate into the cabinet. The back of your denim skirt lifts up just a bit as you stretch. No sense in wasting time with pleasantries; we both know what ‘just hanging out’ means. I walk behind you and grab your waist, pulling you back against me. You turn your head to smile at me and give me a kiss.
“Well hello to you too,” you jab. “Glad I wasn’t the only horny one today.” You admit as you bend over the counter. I unzip my pants, pulling my hard dick out. You look back and wink as my hand goes between your thighs, feeling that you aren’t wearing any underwear. Your slick wet gets smeared as I rub you before slipping my fingers between your pink folds.
But I don’t know anything about golf – an outline of an erotic thriller.
This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to any real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
“But I don’t know anything about golf,” Director McKenna said back to their adviser.
“You don’t have to know anything about golf, it’s a business. Just stay positive during the interview, keep a journal on secret for me and everyone else, make alliances, and use lawyers to attack your enemies, you’ll be fine.”
“Well, it is in a firm that competes with John’s sideline in golf, we can form a cartel together.”
Chapter 1 – McKenna is my type, a deep-voiced single white redhead (32f). She gets into an interview, and goes home at the end of the interview. She gets a call for another interview, and shows up and grants the interview, at the end. Work is wack s—. If there were anything that was not wack s— people do to each other, they would trust an underling to do it for them. Almost every sentence is several words at least, and every word is another reason why what they are doing is wack.
The Hot Tub [MFF]
It was a Tuesday afternoon, the summer of my high school graduation. I was going about my usual day woke up late, cooked an over medium egg and coffee with light cream. Suddenly I feel my phone start to blow up, I check the messages and its my childhood friend Kayla. She only lives about 2 hours away from me now, after my parents moved us in middle school. She states her regret in not being able to help me ring in my 18th birthday the “proper way” what ever that means. She also said she will be coming to visit a friend of hers tomorrow and wants to come over for a few to catch up. I have not seen her in almost a year so I’m very excited by the idea. I gladly accept her offer and tell her she more than welcome over for dinner. Truth be told I have no right inviting her over, my parents are currently out of town on a friends week at the cabin, and my sister stayed at college over the summer. Never the less I invite them over. Seeing as the only thing I can actually cook well is a fried egg and toast, it’s looking more like pizza is on the menu for tomorrow. The day finally arrived I truthfully had no real expectations of that night just some pizza, catching up, and I guess making a new friend. Kayla texted me saying shed be here at 6:00 PM. As per our usual agreement Kayla and her friend pulled up around 6:35 PM casually late as always. Kayla was a light skinned girl, stranding about 5’2” thick curly black hair, light brown eyes, she had some great curves too, and medium sized breasts. Her friend was the polar opposite. Pale as the driven snow, long straight blonde hair, standing easily 5’10” pushing 5’11”, slender, with maybe a B cup to boot. Kayla walks in and throws her arms around me squeezing me tightly. ‘Bro!” she exclaims “I’ve missed you, how have you been?” Before I can get a word in edge wise she introduces her friend. Her name is Alison, I couldn’t help but notice her shorts being a little too tight on her. Giving me a slight view of the outline of her plump pussy, I look away quickly as to not raise any flags. To answer Kayla’s earlier question, I fill her in on the details of the past few months. I’ve graduated high school, and I have my sights set on starting at a community college before applying to State. We catch up for about an hour before Kayla asked if my parents still have that hot tub. They did in fact still have it, I asked if they brought swimming suits and they both smirked saying no. Alison chimed in “ we do have on something close though… if your ok with that?” she grins knowing my response already. “Of course, that’s fine!” my response sounds almost desperate and the two girls giggle as we walk to the hot tub. I grabbed some towels and drinks for us, whatever beer dad had left in the downstairs fridge.
The Glory Hole
A glory hole is a thin hole in a wall or other type of divide where a man inserts his penis to achieve sexual gratification. It’s anonymous, it’s mysterious, and it has one purpose. The purpose is for one person to orgasm, and the other to achieve the power of making someone orgasm. Unlinke sex, the glory hole does not care much if you are hot, attractive or lean and muscular. It’s a simple cock through a simple hole. With sex you try to have stamina, last a long time and have mutual pleasure. With a glory hole, speed is a skill and with great speed it allows the other party to reap the reward, a warm, salty load of cum as their trophy.
First Ever Lady of the Night
Haven’t had male prostitutes, but I’ve paid 2 female escorts before, I want to talk about this woman named Midnight.
In my younger years, I met her online, promised her $100 in cash and a few bowls of cannabis.
I was home alone for a couple days and made sure my room was immaculate and the bathroom was clean as well.
While she was on the way, I ensured she’d have food and drink she likes.
When I saw her in person I felt my jaw drop, she started laughing and asking if I thought I was being catfished.
“No, you’re just a lot better looking than your photo” I remember telling her as I handed her the cash.
I let her know we can smoke before and/or afterwards.
Midnight was a tall, fat Black woman. Cellulite, rolls, thunder thighs, the whole enchilada.
Big, bright red lips in a sexy smirk.
A blue dress that showed off her wonderfully thick hips and her giant bosoms, jiggling with her every movement.
Sparkly blue high heels,
black hair with a couple of bright red streaks
and dark, glittering eyes like coals in a fire.
A slightly hooked nose that fit her face perfectly.
Cute chubby cheeks with dashes of light brown blush.
Her ass was huge, I thought I might actually have a heart attack if she twerks.
Her finger and toenails were painted bright red as well, her whole outfit was just perfect.
A Birthday Surprise [MFF]
My wife and I share this account and she will read this tale he next time she visits Reddit. My wife is also fully aware of my pervy fantasies concerning she and her bestie. So this story will not come as a surprise to her, but I’m betting that it will make her pussy wet when she reads it. And the thought of her twat moistening as she reads the following fantasy is well worth effort put into the crafting of this tale.
My Birthday surprise
Turning 50 is a wholly unpleasant experience. There is a certain finality to this number, there are no more illusions of youth when you hit the half century mark. The next stop on your life train is, simply, old. Which is probably why people put extra effort into the ceremony of ‘the big five o’.My wife was trying to accomplish this ceremonial celebration for me but wanted help with what such a celebration would look like, or more specifically what sort of celebration would make this significant milepost most memorable and satisfying to me. I was unhelpful because all I could offer when asked by my dear wife questions like “what do you want for your 50th? You want a party? You want to go out of town for the weekend? What do you want baby? My response was always the same “A threesome with you and Carly…” I always said it very matter of factly like I was asking for a meal at our favorite restaurant. It was a joke of course, one that elicited an eye roll from my better half every time I made this ‘hilarious’ request.
Can’t Stop Fantasizing About You… [MF]
I need you. My hips keep rocking back and forth as I imagine riding your thick cock. Bouncing up and down on it, my hands next to your head to hold myself up, moaning as I look down at you.
I miss kissing you, feeling your lips against mine, kissing your neck, your face, and down your body to your cock. Licking, touching, kissing, and sucking it. Loving it, worshiping it, needing it. But mostly, needing you to feel good. Needing to make you cum. Every bit of praise, every good girl, every little noise you make, fueling this desire, this need, to love you.
But I wouldn’t be satisfied just finishing you in my mouth. I’d need more, I would need you inside me. Filling my pussy, first with your cock, then with your cum. This is what I need. I need you. On top of me, from behind, below me, in every way I can have you, I need you. I ache and crave your touch, your kiss, your growls, every little thing you do.
Paging Dr. Richards (FM)(Medical)
First Gyno Visit
((I was commissioned to write a story and decided to adapt it for here. Hope you guys like it!))
Elle was to be in her senior year of high school and had just turned eighteen over the summer. Fall was now rolling in and she was heading back class in roughly a week meaning there were lots of things to be done in preparation. She would be picking up her books, shopping for her new uniforms, and attending a plethora of doctor’s visits for routine check ups and vaccines. Anxiety pitched as the days drew nearer and she wondered if this year would be better than the last.
The girl in question was shy, but pretty in a non-threatening girl next door sort of way. Her body was sun kissed and berry brown from spending most of the summer at the beach with her family – all save the parts covered by her bikini which stood stark white in contrast. Her nose was graced with a scattering of freckles and soft green eyes stared out from beneath thick lashes that kissed the apples of her cheeks whenever she blinked. Golden brown hair hung in unruly curls that cascaded down the middle of her back. Her style was bookish and meek. Large glasses sat perched upon the button nose with round wire frames, white keds adorned her feet – the style of the day when not in school was frequently jeans and a t-shirt.