Category: Erotica

As promised, here is an excerpt of the novel I’m currently writing.

[This ](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1zxqhFoRf6ZAXelS3LqM8KQgzNYyp76rOTOqEjJYdwV8/edit?usp=sharing) piece of story is more here to show the writing style than it is to be outright pornographic – though that is most definitely going to be a part of things, going forward.

Now that I have something more substantial to give you, I postulate the question again: in how far would you, as a community, be willing to support or enjoy this story as I continue to develop it? Would you be interested in something written like this? Feel free to comment, criticize and confront me.

Regards,

GK

^^^^Edit: ^^^^also ^^^^I ^^^^have ^^^^a ^^^^[patreon](https://www.patreon.com/user?u=938267)

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[F]un at the [M]all

Hi all, I am a long time subscriber from a different account. I’ve been writing for a while but never submitted anything. Here’s a short story I wrote just to get some feedback and gauge interest. Let me know what you think. Read more »

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It is definitely possible for a woman to enjoy anal, more instructional than story

So, I’m new to the concept of anal pleasure, and honestly thought it was a myth that women actually liked it. Then I met my sweet, sexy, skilled, and considerate lover, and, well, let’s just say I’ve learned some things.

Assplay usually comes during round 2. After we’ve had a quickie first time, we fall back into serious making out – long, slow, deep kisses. He gently rubs and kisses my nipples and strokes my back, and eventually pulls my knee up high over his hip for better access between my legs. I’m a squirter, so with that and his semen, my labia is super slippery, and his fingers gliding slowly from my clit, all over my pussy, and down to my perineum feels fantastic. I orgasm most easily from penetration, but usually he’ll gently rub my clit first – firm pressure in tiny, slow circles – to make me cum that way before sliding a finger or 2 inside me. Then he finds my a-spot (if you’re not familiar, it’s like the g-spot’s less-inhibited cousin, further back), and rubs that hard and fast until I flood his hand with natural lubrication that’s almost the consistency of warm honey and I orgasm so intensely, it sometimes makes me cry. Read more »

Deep, M/F (light exhibitionism, billionaire, alpha male)

Story up to this point:

Gina is a non-profit executive at the peak of a wildly successful career. She receives an invitation to interview for the job of her dreams: director of a not for profit aquarium funded by Chicago’s wealthiest, most mysterious investor: Jonah Kinsey. We join her as she finds herself alone in Jonah’s office, which is a room in a bubble of glass *at the bottom* of his aquarium’s enormous main tank. Enjoy!

xoxo

She drifted to the far wall. A few feet from the glass, she caught a rare glimpse of her reflection in it. She took the opportunity to double check her makeup for smudging. A pencil skirt that hugged her near-hourglass frame perfectly. The three-inch heels that Mr. Stalwart Security Guard despised. Her legs were long and muscular from years of morning pilates and jogging. She had the slightest bump at her belly, a curve so stubborn she’d almost come to love it. It filled her curving frame out. A chest that sometimes drew sidelong glances at the gym, but nothing she ever wrote home about. Just enough shape to, from a distance, catch your eye. Read more »

The Mad King’s Road: A Sexy Show For The Envoy [M/F, fantasy, oral, vaginal, voyeur, exhibitionism, romance]

THE STORY SO FAR: The busty young Dwarven woman Brunhilde and her new human husband Mathir have spent the better part of a year traveling by caravan from the Southern Continent to the North. Along the way, they befriend a handsome diplomat from the Kingdom of Raelen, named Tobias.

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All twenty-two wagons with their seventy passengers, drivers, traders, and families, plus the twenty outriding guards and seventeen free riders attached to Ruckus’s Caravan, set out on the Mad King’s Road shortly after mid-morning. A drizzling rain started shortly afterward, following them along the broad stone-paved road for hours.

The Mad King’s Road was the longest, most durable, and most advanced road in all the known worlds. Legend had it that over eight hundred years before one of the first emperors of the Darlani Empire, Lantis II, ordered it to stretch from his capital city of Algren in the west to the port city of Havenmoor on the east coast, almost a continent’s span away. Then, becoming obsessed to the point of madness, he ordered the road extended south as well from Havenmoor, his vast army pushing forward to conquer and hold many strange lands in an ever thinning corridor so the road could be built. Lantis II spent ever increasing amounts of treasure and manpower on the road, thinking it would bring him some kind of immortality. But as he became older and his grip on the throne weakened, the construction of the road broke his kingdom’s coffers and the Darlani Empire fell into a savage civil war that lasted decades. Read more »

A Foot To Remember

A Foot To Remember

I laid back on my bed staring up at the ceiling, my naked body felt cool and comfortable on the soft cotton sheets. My cat snuggled against my hip, her soft orange fur tickling my skin and her gentle purr calming me. I felt completely free and peaceful, the man of my dreams caressing my feet with love. I barely took up half the length of the bed at only 5′ tall, but his long slender legs were propped up against the wall and my feet sat on his muscular chest. I had always loved a tall man, he was 6’3 and we fit perfectly together as we lay in the cool dark bedroom together.

He was massaging my feet, rubbing his thumbs into my smooth arches as I moaned quietly to myself. He ran his finger tips gently down my milky white soles, tickling them playful, I felt the familiar tingle run up my thighs as he slid his fingers between my toes. I felt at peace, but at the same time there was a lust building up inside me as he fondled my feet with a skilled and sensuous touch. Read more »

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[MF] Want to fall in love with a female Pokemon trainer…

Have you seen Pokemon? These female trainers. I wish to date them. I know that they are not real, but I like their passion, the way they train their Pokemon.

Wouldn’t it be great if I was one myself? Having fun dealing with cool animals and go on an adventure. In this real world, we have to struggle with real goddamn jobs, get licked by bosses, coworkers, and family conflicts when you get home. Not to mention when you have bills and taxes to pay. And Sam Hill knows what other issues they get into…

Man, some of these Pokemon girls are hot. They are cute, and I love how they dress. Hilda is my favorite girl.

First of all, Hilda and I train pokemon and advise each other and whatnot. Second, we become friends, Third, it goes intimate… like, more intimate than Brock’s flirting.

As time passes by, when Hilda becomes 30-ish, I’d ask her to have sex with me. Read more »

My Muse, A Literary Salon First [MF]

I squeezed my legs together as a shiver rippled through my body. Was I just so sex starved that his words ripped right through me or was it something more? The heat from my core was slowly spreading with a gentle persistence, my fuel his lust, my rapture his deliverance.

“My muse, let me please you, the way you have pleasured me. The words that you whisper upon my ear, let me sing you a sweet melody.”

Wondering if anyone else noticed, I glanced around. He had captivated the audience with his battle. It wasn’t just me. There were men and women whose shallow breathe and light pink glow mirrored my own enchantment. He had become the poet aphrodisiac and I, his devoted paramour.

My eyes closed and I was transformed. No longer a woman in the crowd, I became his muse, his words whispered upon my ear, uttered for my sole benefit. I could feel his heavy breath tickling my earlobe as he nibbled his way down my neck, the tempered exhalation simultaneously hot and cold, raising the skin on at least half of my body.

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Dirty Pants [MF] [Clothed] [Public] [Tease]

Camille waited for her husband to go to work then set out of their upscale house in black yoga pants and a pink camisole, her dark hair up in a bun. She wore no bra, she hadn’t gotten a lift for nothing, and her large tits bounced as she walked to the car David had bought her for their anniversary.

Camille drove at a leisurely pace, bopping her head to her radio and looking at people on the sidewalks. She drove by the park, where she frequently hunted, and saw a young man standing in the partially enclosed bus stop. He was either a senior in high school or a freshman in college, and didn’t look the “popular type”. He had curly hair and wore khakis with a polo top. Thick glasses rested on his face. Camille grinned as she drove past then stopped a little further up the road.

As she approached the bus station, the boy had his back to her, leaning against the wall and staring at his phone. Camille carefully snuck up then wrapped her arms around him and pulled him against her.

“What the!” the geeky boy dropped his phone with a start. Read more »

Your Latin Wife At The Glory Hole [MF] [Oral] [Voyeur]

*Originally a reply to [this post](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/6a3fg1/wp_i_am_confident_assertive_and_strong_i_know_i/) on r/dirtywritingprompts .*

You’ve been having a hard time lately. Finances are rough for you and Jackie. You worry even though she says she will work it out. To make matters worse you have been sexually frustrated with your hidden desires about her.

One night you are out drinking with some buds and vent a bit about your frustration without going into details. The single ones start whispering about a club that secretly offers gloryhole services and viewing. You laugh it off.

A few weeks go by and nothing gets better. Work is a pain. Jackie always seems to be busy lately, making your longing even worse. One lonely night you are out walking when a sign for a nightclub catches your eye. It is called “Morning Glory”. You blink then realize it is the place your friends told you about. You would never use a gloryhole, at least not while you were with Jackie but decide a viewing won’t hurt and may ease some tension. Read more »