Adult game creator looking for a writer to help me out! (Hiring)

Hey guys, I’m the creator of Whiteleaf Studio ([http://patreon.com/whiteleafstudio](http://patreon.com/whiteleafstudio)) and I’m looking for writers to help me out with my games. The writing is lacking a lot right now, so I could use a good writer, with some good ideas and capable of creating believable dialogue and make the story have a good pace.

There’s payment! I’m willing to pay up to 15% of our Patreons gains (it keeps increasing, so it’s a long term thing) if you work on both our games. The releases are not very lenghty, so I believe it’s a fair deal.

If you’re interested, hit me up on Discord: Griffo#2630

You can check what our games look like here:

[https://whiteleaf-studio.itch.io/dawn-of-malice](https://whiteleaf-studio.itch.io/dawn-of-malice)

[https://whiteleaf-studio.itch.io/tamas-awakening](https://whiteleaf-studio.itch.io/tamas-awakening)

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Categorized as Erotica

My Russian Nymph (flash) NSFW

It must have been six weeks after we first met at the bookstore that we met in Hampstead before sunrise for an early morning walk through the Heath. A cold, sunny day was promising to break out across the city. Large swaths of pure black froth were rolling lazily inside a cerulean dome. Alexandria’s arm was linked through mine as we walked slowly through the wide, green, open spaces.

We sat together in the centre of a cast-iron bench at the top of Parliament Hill. I smoked a hand-rolled-cigarette, Alexandria rested her hand on my knee. We did not talk a lot. In fact, apart from a few minor observations about the nature we had seen, I am quite sure we didn’t speak at all.

After observing the landscape for some time – watching trains, tracing the flight of planes, we walked hand in hand back to my apartment in Camden. I made us both cups of tea and toast smothered in butter, and we nestled in next to one another on the sofa, just like back on the hill, sipping tea, nibbling toast, watching an old James Bond film on the telly.

Seeking an author. I have a good budget for a commission.

Simply put, I want to get a story written. I have a very flexible budget. The narrative is a noncon about a guy who goes to see a pop concert. The people performing would be Carly Rae Jepsen, Taylor Swift, and Nicki Minaj. So, our character, who is not a pop fan, but is there to heckle the performers, decides to sneak backstage and is caught by the 3 women. Femdom noncon ensues. Hard.

So here is a list of things I’d love to see in the story. Feel free to get creative with the implementation.

– Foot worship: Clean feet of course. I’d like to see Carly force him to kiss, lick, and massage her angelic well-kept feet.

– Aggressive kissing: This could be done by any of the girls. Overly aggressive, sloppy kisses that leave Devin covered in lipstick and drenched in saliva. Face-licking is also welcome.

– Misandry/man-hating: Would love to see Taylor exhibit some misandristic qualities. Treating our protagonist as if he is awful simply for being a man, and punishing him accordingly.

– Whipping/paddling: From Taylor or Nicki or both. Whipping or paddling to any part of his helpless body.

I thought we were goin shopping… Part two [OC, FF, bondage]

Hey guys!

Here is part two of this series.

I hope you liked it.

Part one can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fwgp50/i_thought_we_were_going_shopping_oc_ff_bondage/).

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They threw on loose close before heading into the bathroom as neither of them had an idea when Joe and Sam, their roommates, would return.

Alice closed the bathroom door behind her and locked it. Lisa was standing in the middle of the bathroom, unsure what to do. She was so aroused and wet, but she wanted to touch Alice so bad.

“You look so needy my little princess”, Alice softly said while she went towards her, undressed Lisa and softly stroked her nipples.

“I am!”, Lisa moaned as her nipples hardened again.

Alice undressed herself and turned on the water in the shower. It started to warm up slowly, Alice noted as she constantly felt the temperature with one hand, trying to avoid the cold splashing water before.

“Come in!”, she directed Lisa into the shower and waited until she was wet all over.

“Which one of the body washes is yours?”

Lisa pointed at a pink body wash bottle and held out her hand.

New to the neighborhood!

Just found this community!

Hey fellow writers/fans of steamy erotica. I have written on and off and have posted on Literotica under the pen name jackporter23. My stories mainly focus on exhibitionism but also dabble in group sex, lesbian sex, and standard Herero relationships. Below is a link to my first story (written before I knew what i was doing so please be kind).

I’d love it if I could get some feedback in the form of comments and votes either on there or on here. Before I get lambasted for linking to another site (I read the rules and it said Literotica was fine): in the future I plan on posting any story on here before I post on Literotica as well, so you’d all get a first glimpse since the site requires a short review period before actually putting it up.

Happy reading, I look forward to your responses (also: five stars would mean a lot on the site as it would resort in A TON more eyes on my work)! Happy reading!

https://www.literotica.com/beta/s/curious-jade-ch-01

Experienced author open for reasonably-priced commissions.

Hi there,

I am an author of erotic fiction. Under pseudonyms on various sites, I have enjoyed a quite successful following. But that doesn’t matter at present. What matters is that I am open for business.

I’ll be honest with you, I could use some extra income. So I am opening up for commissions. Have a story you want written? Message me the details and we will make it happen. Price, depending on narrative length, is very negotiable, and I have no limits whatsoever. If you want it, I’ll write it. For a price. So, dear readers, hit me up and let’s make some fantasies come to life.

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Sabrina’s Dream. (Chapter 5. I skipped chapter 4 cos only a little bit of sex in it)

It was 5am when Sabrina De Lacey was dropped off outside her trust fund purchased Chelsea townhouse. The sky was getting lighter but she still looked around her cautiously before unlocking her front door

There was five hours to spare before the morning debrief and her inevitable bollocking by Charles Aldenreich and the Director. Getting at least a couple of hours rest seemed like a good idea.

Since working for the group, Sabrina had become used to sleeping and working in shifts and could often catch a couple of hours of shuteye in at any time of day.

As a teenager she had always been a night owl, sneaking out of her dorm room at boarding school to attend parties and meet-ups until the early hours then catching up on catnaps during the lessons with the more lenient teachers when she knew she could get away with handing in another girl’s work.

She stripped off the low cut top and micro skirt which she had worn to the club and flopped into bed naked rolling under her satin bedding and tried to switch off her brain for a while and fall asleep.

Storm Child part 8

My first thought was to look around, and see if any sharp implements were being held by Amanda. I could feel my cock shrinking rapidly with the fright, popping out of Amanda’s cum filled center. Jenna jumped on us, wrapping her arms around my neck.

Jenna leaned in, and whispered in my ear, “Relax Daddy, relax, don’t be frightened, we had this all planned!”

“That’s right sweetheart, Jenna and I set this up to happen!” Amanda joined in.

Calming down, and now intrigued, I wanted to hear all about it.

“Jenna came to me just after that time she told you about seeing your hard cock, and how much she wanted it. I told her to wait, carefully consider it for a while, to make sure she knew what she was doing. When she came to me after a few weeks and said she was sure, I was onside with it. After all, I was 18 when my Daddy popped my cherry!” Amanda said.

I was thunderstruck, that was something I had never heard, as Amanda related how her Daddy had deflowered her.

Sort of a Secret. Ch1 – Burgers? [OC, FF, Mast,]

(This is a fantasy, grounded in reality. At some points the two will diverge, but I’ll leave that to you, when it happens.

I’ll give you a hint: Not Yet.

And by the way, she knows. That I’m writing this. She think’s it’s hilarious. I think she’s hilarious.)

I have always loved secrets. Shared ones, especially. And this counts, I think. I mean, it’s not as if anybody found out. Well one person did. And now you, of course. But you won’t tell, will you?

An office, quite a few offices ago, now. The day before a bank holiday weekend. I can’t tell you which, exactly. I’m not great with dates. Faces, scents, meals, outfits, those I’m better with.

But anyway, it was that dead day before the long weekend, the place was more than half empty, and everyone who was there was resentful, counting down time until they could get out and start whatever it was they did when they weren’t on the 12th floor on this old block. Especially as it was sunny, for once. That risk, what if it doesn’t last? That feeling of wasting time.

Erotica

I could almost feel his eyes staring at me, trying hard to keep my ass from swaying from side to side as if I were teasing him. His hand slipped around my waist as he led me to the den. He sat down in the chair leaving me standing before him, his hands on my hips. He lowered me down on his lap, my eyes on the bulge in his pants, feeling it pressed up against my ass as I settled on his lap. I felt so comfortable on his lap as if I belonged there. His finger entered my mouth, running over my teeth and tongue. I tightened my lips on his finger and he began to push it in and out. I knew how it must look. As if he was fucking his cock in my mouth. His cock jerked beneath me, it affects me in the same way. His hand lifted my head up and turned it towards him. He told me to open my mouth, his lips covering mine. I was surprised that his lips were as soft, his kiss almost gentle. My mouth was open and then I felt it, his tongue slipping between my lips and entering my mouth. My tongue met his, dancing against it as his hands tightened around me, pulling me closer to him. His kiss became more demanding, his lips crushing mine. All the while his tongue explored my mouth, over my teeth and gums, finally pushing deep into my mouth so that I almost choked. I couldn’t believe a tongue could move that far. He never broke the kiss, my nose flaring as I tried to breathe, my heart racing from the excitement. He turned me sideways towards him, our lips never parting. His hand slid up my side, his large hand encircling one of my breasts, his fingers tightening on it until I felt the blood rushing to the tip, pounding hard. I wished I hadn’t worn a bra.