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[M4F] Let me write erotica for you!

As the title suggests, I’m a male looking to write a female an erotic story.

I will tailor things to your specific wants and desires. Tailor the character according to what you’d like. What I ask from you is that you’re open with me. I want a woman that is interested in being explicit with me as I am with her. Be open to talking about your deepest dirtiest fantasies. Also be open to letting me see you. I want someone that is my muse…

If you’re shy, that’s fine… we can chat until you’re comfortable, but my requirements will remain… If you aren’t interested in sharing yourself with me, I will not write for you. Please ensure that you’ve read this post entirely and understand what I’m wanting from you. If you have questions please ask!

A great way to start would be to tell me a bit about yourself and a few details of your ultimate fantasy (or a few if you have a few). I’m open to a one time thing, or an ongoing back and forth.

Look forward to hearing from you and creating beautiful stories with your inspiration.

Thinking of You

This is more of a journal entry but still erotic so, I thought I would share.

I don’t miss you but I miss the way you could make me feel.

I miss the soft press of your lips; the trail of kisses you’d leave from my neck to past my hips

How you’d stop to look at me then smile. You’d pause at my torso and kiss it harder.

Sucking my skin with open mouth kisses. You’d swirl your tongue around my abdomen causing my sharp inhales

A soft laugh would escape your lips. “Oh do you like that?” you would ask just to do it again harder.

Lower and lower you’d go meeting my thighs. Gripping me harshly. You kiss them gently but not long after you’d bite them.

You bit me so hard I’d gasp and with each exhale more pressure was added.

Licking, sucking , and biting me until it was hard to breathe. I couldn’t speaking so my hips did for me.

You’d stop and admire the bruises you gave. Telling me which was your favorite. Read more »

She Wore Blue [mf]

The sticky, summer heat hasn’t left the air, even though the sun left us hours ago. My flashlight cuts through the night to find branches, brambles, and the ever elusive hem of her dress as she skips ahead, showing the way to some secluded spot she assures me is something special. Her words, mostly.

She slows up ahead, twirls once, then stops. She’s finding it. We must be close. I pick up my pace, narrowing the gap between us, and she skitters off again just as I’m close enough to reach out and touch.

The trees clear, and the brush beneath our feet turns to solid stone. At least, solid stone up until the edge, where the rock face drops ten feet into a lake. She stands at the cliff’s edge, so close her toes almost curl over. Breathless, chest heaving, she looks back to me, her grin stretching from ear to ear.

“What do you think?” Read more »

I [28M] white male have become financially devoted to a Melanin Empress [38]

I am writing this because it makes me feel right and under my own will that is the first thing I want to preface.. I have an unhealthy and downright disturbing obsession with a woman of smooth caramel skin and deep voluptuous curves. As a young white man of rural upBringing I was curious of women of other races and once I moved into the city it appeared to be the only women that would match with me on dating sites.. I had some fun dominating these women as I am very aggressive in bed but one day I came across a woman older than me that was built like an absolute cartoon character… I had to get a date with her… I begged for weeks and she finally allowed it. We ate sushi and I brought her back to my place and before I knew it I was doing something I had never imagined I’d do in my life… I was at this womens knees licking her soles. She didn’t ask me or anything I just did it idk what came over me but I was sucking her toes and kissing her feet while she sipped on a glass of water and giggled. Eventually she laid back on the bed and asked me to fuck her… I was embarrassingly only good for one or two pumps and I blew the biggest load of my life. Ever since this day I’ve known I could only be of use to this woman, this deity as a form of entertainment and hopefully one day economic welfare… I currently support her by paying to subscribe to her Snapchat and buying her dirty gym panties and socks. Sniffing her dirty undergarments is the only thing that gets me off anymore and I’m so thankful she allows me the opportunity to do so.

A quick and sweet story [mf]

You’re in my lap, your back gently pressed to my chest.. I’ll start with rubbing your shoulders and work my way down so I can get to know the rest of your body first. Our bodies are complex machines. I think rushing to intense centers of pleasure will limit synchronization. I like to work my hands in roughly circular patterns, rolling from palm, to fingers, to just above the wrist, back to palm. gently pushing and pulling your skin, moving down along your side. Each motion a kinetic poem of desire. Fingers exploring your front side, your nipples, the small of your belly. When I reach your thighs, it’s like the calm before a storm. Your pussy salivates with anticipation. Your labia is a fleshy sea shore, my fingers the rising tide, moving in waves. Just before I commence fondling your clitoris, I lay my face into the back of your neck. Planting a trail of kisses from the center of your shoulders. Up your neck. Veering left, to your ear. My hands now working to massage your pussy, I gently nibble your earlobe with lip muted teeth. I work my fingers up to focus on your clitoris, and I whisper a closely guarded secret into your ear. “I’m all potatoes.” You softly giggle. “What?”. I reiterate, in a harsher tone, lips pressed to your ears, “I’m literally a sack of potatoes!”. The sensation of warm flesh pressed on your back, gone to the feeling of a course, lumpy burlap sack. Your back flinches straight and you cry out in shock to see my hands, my legs, have disappeared. You whip your head around, disillusioned, to see all 20 pounds of me in my sack, on your mattress. Russet potatoes, grown in Idaho, USDA certified. It seems you’re still in shock. Perhaps some homemade fries will calm your nerves.

M(?)F(35) HaVe to check this myself-she thought (Oral-sub/dom)

Hey you all… i’m starting this today / tonight and would love some help participation or comments….

I hope you’ll have a great time reading this…. ;)

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She felt this incredible, unpredictable softness again…. and melted in wetness with this feeling.

As her hands were working she thought of those twisted intriguing lines she read back when she wasn’t active herself. She remembered how shocked no… not shocked… rather amazed she got then.

How dare she … How dare she… This female famous author figure and herself appeared like mirrors in this moment she was experiencing again in her pursue of feeling this incredible and always unpredictable softness of male skin sex.

OH GOD Alan said at least that’s what she kind of heard GOD he seemed to be repeating.

Oh god she said in between her lips quietly, secretly and then went on WOULD YOU SHUT UP AT ONCE her voice sounded fierce assured this time.

He complied her demand as required and expected. As they agreed in a contact just before she allowed him to speak a word to her.

This wasn’t about what he felt. Read more »

I [f26] wrote an erotic poem for one of my best friends [f24]

I’m new to writing both poetry and erotica, and this is really scary to share! Especially with her. Slightly inspired by Audre Lorde (Uses of the Erotic as Power) and Ursula K Le Guin

How fully can I feel in the doing? Yes, it must penetrate deeply, echoing through those walls that surround it, destroying the illusion of separation between the feeling, the doing, the doer, the done to. Yes. Yes.

We hold a long glance,

a thought I’ve had before, I yearned but didn’t know the way. I might now.

Our fingers gently intertwine,

a new interpretation, a reimagining. What is possible beyond what I’ve been shown?

Our lips brush but hold back,

a consideration, a prediction. What if? Can we just try it on a while?

We peel off each other’s clothes, our masks

an exercise in vulnerability. A sharing of who we are and where we’ve come from.

We lay down close and share giddy smiles,

a lightness, an alignment. What if there is no end? All we have are means. Joy in the process. Read more »

You (f) crashed your car on the way to work. (MMMF, Rape) Part 2

(Link to part one in comments)

“Bring her to the bed, let’s get started.” Mike’s voice interrupts the two men, and they both reach for your restraints. Your wrists are free first, but not for long. As soon as you bring your hands together and start trying to get the leather straps unhooked, Mike grabs your fingers and squeezes them. The pain in your hands is almost unbearable as you hear him say “Don’t do anything stupid, Heather.” You regret giving him your real name as the sound of him saying it is like being stabbed in the gut.

As soon as your ankles are free, the three men work together to lift you. Mike shifts his grip from your fingers to your shoulders as George pushes your upper half forward. You feel him and Paul each take a leg, and you’re suspended in their grip, looking down at Mike’s cock and the ground past it. They move quickly, carrying you to the mattress in the middle of the room. They strip what’s left of your clothes off of you, then basically drop you on the bed. You instinctively pull up your knees and double over into the fetal position. Read more »

You (f) crashed your car on the way to work. (MMMF/Rape)

You’re late for work.

Waking up and realizing you missed your alarm is the worst feeling. You spring out of bed, quickly take a half shower and get dressed. The only thing you don’t hate about your job is the dress code being casual, so you grab a pair of leggings and a baggy sweatshirt to cover your thong and sports bra.

You try to be quiet, knowing that your boyfriend – if you can even call him that lately – is asleep on the couch. As you start to leave, you hear him stirring, but you don’t have the time or the patience for him now. The second you pull out of the parking lot, you get three texts.

“Hey?”
“I guess we aren’t even saying bye to each other now?”
“You could have at least avoided waking me up.”

You roll your eyes, and plan your response. Things have been tense lately, and you’re not sure how much longer it can really last. You care about him enough to keep trying to make it work though, so at the stop sign you quickly text back. Read more »

Sent this to my wife…

Fuck man. I was thinking of you dripping hot juices all over my stomach and sliding back on to my rock hard cock.
Stopping and making me lick and suck you clean.
Xxx

I’d love to have my cock in your mouth right now. So far that your nose is nestled in my pubes and your chin is pushing against my balls. Feeling your gag reflex working on the tip of my dick. Stroking and pulling on my shaven balls. Stopping to suck them individually. Me moaning and begging for you to let me cum. You won’t let me. Not yet. You start to play with your clit as you lick the shaft. You flatten your tongue and make me squirm as you play with my japs eye dipping your tongue in and out and making circular motions lapping up the pre cum as it mixes with your spit and sends me in to a frenzy.
Your hands wander to my bum. You squeeze it. You start to play with my hole.. with your other hand you feel my balls get ready to empty. You take me in your mouth as I cum. It feels like you are draining me entirely. At the same time you shove a lubed finger into my arsehole and can feel my prostate pulse. The tip of my dick is hot as I feel your tounge flickering back and forth. You swallow and with your other hand make sure you haven’t missed any of my cum that dribbled on your chin. Read more »