Category: Erotica

I like writing and have written many things before, although I’ve never ventured into this specific genre. Although I don’t have many concrete qualifications, I can make up for it with reduced prices.

I don’t know much about this market yet but I definitely think I can make it worth taking the risk. If you have any questions at all then feel free to PM/comment.

Sitting in the silence I close my eyes and feel the gentle soreness, the heat and the wetness between my thighs. I sigh contentedly and reach down slowly to feel myself. Although it was only an hour or so ago, I think back to what has just transpired.

I’m laying on my back on the edge of the bed, a cock deep inside my cunt and another in my mouth. I moan and it’s stifled by the cock down my throat. I raise my hips to meet every thrust.

“You’re a little slut aren’t you? You just love being filled with cock,” Ben says. Only then does Alex remove himself from me, one hand stroking his cock slowly. Ben leans down to kiss me passionately as I grab his neck. I feel like I need his cock inside me, his mouth on mine as much as I need to breathe. Squeezing the back of his neck, I moan into our kiss. Then, he grabs my wrist, pulling it from his neck, and leans away from me, allowing Alex to grab my tits and pinch my nipples, causing me to gasp. “I love fucking your pussy, I love filling your cunt with cum. I know you do too.” Read more »

Hormones at 18 are just the worst. Random boners, constantly horny, just wanting to put your dick in anything and fuck the shit out of it. All of the above are what’s going on right now for me. Driving down roads in this old town on my way back to college is being hindered by my growing erection and horniness. I couldn’t beat off the whole time I was home visiting my family and when I get back to my dorm I won’t be able to because my roommate will be back too.

With a sigh I pull into an old closed shopping center’s parking lot and pull behind it next to the dumpster. I reach into my duffle bag and find a sock to catch with (a clean one at least) and whip my cock out, grasping my firm shaft. I close my eyes as I jerk myself off, starting slow and working up to a faster pace. My breathing is heavy as sweat beads on my brow.

The knock on my window scares the living shit out of me as I hurriedly try to cover myself and what I was doing. When I roll my window down we’re both red in the face and I know you can see the panic in my eyes. Oh fuck, it’s worse, I know you. Read more »

I have recently read a book with Swedish title “Köttets poesi” containing erotic poetry from the 17th, 18th and 19th centuries.

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Most of the texts are either hard to understand or perhaps not so exciting for the contemporary audience. I have picked out a poem for you, apparently published in 1839. Author unknown I guess. I have made an attempt to translate it for you, but some parts I couldn’t understand and much less translate. Some parts I also made a guess and some parts I couldn’t understand but translated directly anyway (maybe someone else will understand).

I think the poem has a teasing symbolism of our innate male desire for the opposite sex that transcends the ages (although I am sure several of you readers could make an equally good attempt using the same “book” symbolism) . I think the poem primarily catered to the male reader, but I’d like to know from both men and women if and how you appreciate it.

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The book of life

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It is often said that “If you want to become wise,

you must read the book of life.” Read more »