I try my hand at this story writing stuff. Tis’ my first story. Go easy on me. Im open to suggestions.
Category: Erotica
Under A Full Buck Moon [MF][magical realism]
I pulled up to Marcus’ home; a charming historic mansion on Murphy Avenue, a street full of expensive homes overlooking Charleston’s Ashley River. I checked my face one last in the rear view mirror. My eyes, dappled green like shadows on moss, looked darker tonight from the make-up and I freshened up the lipstick before getting out and walking past his Porsche and Beamer in the drive. I knocked on the front door, adjusting my boobs in the bodice of my sweet cotton sundress and fluffing my hair with my fingers before he answered. He opened the door dressed in black jeans and pressed short sleeve linen shirt. God, he was so good looking; tall with wild blond hair and the eyes of an enchanter, like some modern Viking gone wild.
He said, “Ava, you look…wow. Come on in.”
I walked into the modern home, admiring the artwork and well placed antique furniture as he guided me into a sitting room.
“Nice place,” I said.
“Thanks. It’s been in the family for years. Got finished with renovations last year. Wine?”
“Sure.”
A Way Around the Chastity Chain [MF][Hot Wife][Anal][chastity][cuckold]
>Author’s Note: To read part one, click my name or search this subreddit archive for *Pierced and Chained Chastity*.
At my husband’s boss’ Fourth of July party, I fell for his co-worker Nicolai. But my Dom husband, knowing how hard it is for me to resist an irresistible man, had my labia pierced weeks ago with two golden hoops. For chastity, he placed a little gold lock on the hoops to which he holds the key. My chastity lock had worked so far on this petite brunette vixen…but not tonight.
F4F – Seeking Author for My Idea
Hello, I came up with a good idea but I have no writing skills. I’d love for someone to write something for me!
Cynthia is a 35 year old newlywed to a very old very rich Melvin. She receives texts of pictures of her with another guy, texting conversations with another guy, etc.
These come from someone only known by the name Gloria
Cynthia can’t go back to waiting tables. She loves the good life, the country club, the perks of marrying a rich old man. So she will have to comply to Gloria’s wishes.
What do you think? Good? Also if you have any good twists or ideas, throw them in!
22F4A- Seeking Talented Erotica/Romance Writer
Hey there, how’s everybody’s day/evening going? I suppose I should remember my manners and introduce myself… My name is Anna, and I’m on a search currently for the writer I’ve always dreamed of: this writer will be capable of telling an unbelievable and competing narrative, detailing every last bit down to the crack in the wooden floorboards. I’m looking for the best, and I know he or she is out there right now… Someone who can tell stories that could easily be the next Hollywood blockbuster, and stories that will keep a girl like me warm on cold nights with its detail.
I ask because I wanted to exchange stories… Basically we each give each other prompts for what we want the other to write, and then we exchange them later on. I have many romance ideas (with adult themes obviously) that I’ve always wanted to see brought to life in top notch quality and detail, and I promise I can deliver in return if you take a chance on me. If you think you’re the writer I’ve been desperately searching for, send me a LONG private message explaining just WHY you’re the one… I look forward to your messages and urge you to be confident, never be shy about your writing ability. Thank you all again and happy writing! <3
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GF’s Dorm 1 – Blowjob while spying on her roommate [MF+F, Blowjob + Voyeurism]
This is a story about Teagan, my girlfriend back in my university days and her roommate, Sarah.
Teagan is of an Asian descent which granted her a slender petite frame, hazel eyes, long dark hair and naturally tanned skin. She is blessed with firm B cups, a flat stomach and lean shapely butt – she goes to the gym to do squats quite frequently. And to top it all off, she is very pretty with a sweet smile. Being an introvert, she is very soft spoken and shy. Only after a year of going out with each other, did we finally have sex – I was her first sexual partner. She was timid at first but was very eager to learn.
We both lived on the campus in our university, but the dorms we were in were gender specific – and they were very strict about visitation from the opposite gender. Each room is shared between two girls, with a connecting bathroom between two room – so four girls to a bathroom.
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Indigo to Violet (M/M)
Indigo to Violet
[A feminine-looking man sat on a bed as the door. He looks up, smiling.]
Oh, good. I thought that you would’ve had cold feet and decided not to come out tonight. Aw baby, don’t look at me like that. What’s wrong with me calling you baby?
Okay, let’s stop playing around here. I know what you want. Don’t start. I have seen the way you look at me. Even though I look like a woman, you know my true nature. See? You’re blushing right now. When I look into your eyes, I see the real you itching to come out. What’s holding you back?
Yeah, yeah, you’re not gay. Blah, blah, blah. Why do you have to lie to yourself like that? Here’s what I think. You are hiding behind the male ego. Ah, yes. The myth of the male ego. I know your type. You love to pretend to be all tough and strong, but really you’re just too scared to admit who you really are. Am I on the mark? Of course you would deny it.
Watching Through The Door
By the time she has packed up Dorian’s paint supplies and carried them inside the house, the sun has set and the stars have begun to shine. She can’t stop thinking about her encounter with Dorian, about the moment she pressed herself against him in a burst of courage, about his look of surprise, his arm instinctively wrapped around her, and that tiniest pressure she felt through his khaki shorts… Did I imagine it? Was it real…?
She can’t shake the image from her head; she replays it over and over, sending pinpricks down her arms. She wraps a hand around her tender wrist, notes the spreading inkling of a bruise…
Another wave of bravery washes over her, lifts her to her feet, and drives her up the manor’s great oak staircase as if possessed.
Her heart pounds in her chest as she slowly, silently makes her way down the hallway towards Dorian’s quarters. What the hell am I doing…? She hesitates for the briefest second. Why can’t I stop…?
The door to his bedroom is ajar. As quietly as she can, she extends an arm and lightly knocks on the wood.