Hi everyone! If questions aren’t allowed please delete!
I was just doing some market research (buying and reading various erotica from the Amazon Kindle store) and I’ve discovered something. Maybe it was just the kind of stories I was reading but they were long. And didn’t get to the erotic stuff until dozens and dozens of pages in. I thought longer would be better but it feels like they’re artificially stretching it out to get more money from Amazon since the books get paid by the number of pages read.
I guess my question is: would you rather read a longer book or a shorter one? The book I’m writing right now is rather short compared to what I’ve seen but it jumps into the erotic stuff after about 3 pages of build up and expositions.
I guess I just got so bored reading these really long books that the pay off didn’t feel worth it. What do you think?
Category: eroticliterature
Help in finding a story
I read this story on literotica.com between 2007-2010
The story was about a young Indian/Pakistani man who gets to fuck all his female cousins (3 in total). The story details I remember are that first he licked their pussies but they were hesitant to give him a blowjob. The man gets married but doesn’t have sex for some time as his wife is pregnant. They all get together some time later at a wedding. They sneak up to the attic, upper floor room for sex. One of the girls is also married and is known to others as being somewhat of a slut in with her in laws.
[MF]Drive[public]
I wake up Sunday morning alone in bed. Looking around for you I find you smiling in doorframe. Jingling keys.
“Come on sleepy head, we are going for a drive”
“Where are we going?”
“Oh nowhere, just for a drive”
I quickly pull summer dress on and run to bathroom to quickly wash my face and brush my teeth. I find you impatiently waiting in kitchen.
One quick thought flashes in my head “What had he planned?”
But I push it away and follow you to a car. I start grumbling about not having time for coffee, but you just smile and kiss my hand. “Left or right, baby?” You ask on first crossing, I laugh and say left. Soon we are just chatting and enjoying drive. Here and there you ask left or right but we are just enjoying our time alone.
Your hand rests on my knees slowly massaging your way up. “Lift your skirt, baby and spread your legs” I obey, lifting my ass so I can pull my skirt all the way around my hips. Your hand goes to my wet pussy, just quick pass between my lips made me close my eyes and moan loudly.
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Once you see how bad she is craving your cock, you order her to get back to her knees. She worships you, teasing you along her lips…
Old sex video with ex Part 2
I came this far, and I needed that video. He pointed the camera on me, I was still hesitant. Seeing him look down at me like this brought back a sort of muscle memory. Our relationship, although void of any substance, was intensely erotic. The last fleeting thought of sensibility, that it wasn’t too late for me to shut this down with my dignity intact, disappeared when he pulled down his shorts.
His cock swung down in front of my face as his shorts fell to the ground. It was so large, intimidating.
“I wonder if you can still make it hard, or if you can even still handle one this large?” He gloated.
He wasn’t wrong, I felt a bit scared. My fiancé is half his size. I also, hardly ever go down on him. I wasn’t going to let on that I felt any hesitation. I didn’t want him to think he had any power like that over me.
I looked up at him,
“Just like the video, ok.”
My hand was shaking as I reached for his cock. He pulled back, I looked up annoyed, wondering what he was doing. I wanted to get this started.
The Promise Ring, Part II: Do Unto Others
[In the Beginning](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oc1cxz/the_promise_ring_part_i_in_the_beginning/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
It’s been about a month since the party where I accidentally drank a drugged drink and had a weird dream of my virgin girlfriend Grace engaging in bisexual depravity with her cousin’s girlfriend and our pagan English teacher. I hadn’t told Grace about the dream. It was too obscene to worry her with. Still, it stayed with me more than dreams usually do.
Grace must have picked up on my altered mood or maybe I was just projecting because she seemed different after that party too. A little more knowing, a bit more contemplative. She would question things that should be taken on faith. Even without the terrible dream it would be hard not to see Mr. Thomas’ influence. I knew I had to get her away from him but he was our English teacher, so what was I supposed to do?
It really got bad when Grace started missing Christian Student Union meetings. It turned out Mr. Thomas led a philosophy club at the same time. She argued that she had 18 years’ worth of education about Christianity and it would strengthen her faith to learn more about alternate points of view. Then she told a weird story about people in a cave watching shadows and I didn’t understand her point. She rolled her eyes and told me it was fine.
I am the Hunted – The Rough of a Redneck PT III
I walked tentatively through the woodland, I could hear each beat of my heart. The large trees smelt moist and oaky, gentle scents of passing flowers ever changing as I move. The air is warm and wet.
I know he’s out here, somewhere, watching me.
The sun is about to set and small rays of light rush through the undergrowth. It’s alluring. But regardless of it’s beauty, it’s also intensely unnerving. It’s quiet. Each step forward I take, crackling leaves and branches, making my breathing shallow and sharp, putting me on edge.
He’s hunting me.
I don’t know where to go. Hell, I don’t even know where I am! Disorientation is pretty frightening and as the sunlight fades, the woodland looks sinister and atmospheric.
I’m starting to panic. The trees have all started to look the same. Fear setting in, I move a little faster. It’s muddy and my trainers are slow and heavy making my movements clumsy. I fall. Shit! he must have heard that, get up get up, you need to move. I am very glad for my inner monologue. Did he hear? Where is he?
I hear gun fire. He’s close.
WORK [MF] [M33] [F22]
This is your new intern, HR said in an email along with her pictures and details. Young and smart exactly my type i smiled as I saw her frontal photo ,only thinking about what would be under her white shirt.
I do my research i find her instagram, with pictures of her in yoga pants and sports bras along with bikinis .
I go home and masturbate to her pictures……waiting to see her tomorrow.
She arrived in my office wearing a short blouse and a jacket over it.
I sit her down, she keeps both legs flat on the floor
As I sit across her i peer trough my glass desk
I can see up her thighs ,no panties , i mumble
As she is talking about herself.
I want to get to know you better, do you want a drink?
Yes please, martini!
I go to the pantry and bring some drinks and ice over
I filp a button and the blinds roll down the glass walls
Locking the door.
Take off your jacket its hot in here….
Groped by Bullies in the Workout Room [Third Person, Teasing, Forced, Group Sex]
Gym was always Lily’s least favorite class. She never had been the athletic, physically competitive type. So, dodgeball, kickball, basketball, or exercising did not particularly excite her. Luckily, she was able to choose her gym activity every two weeks. Lily always choose weight room. Because the guys would play basketball or some other game that didn’t appeal to her, but the teachers would let Lily, and her other non-competitive friends sit and talk in the weight room.
It was nearing the end of the period. Lily was getting ready to pack her things. She heard yelling down the hall, so she rushed in hopes of avoiding the social traffic. A group of boys passed by the weight room. She met eyes with one of them for only for a second. He went quiet and shushed the rest of the boys. Lily’s heart pumped with a flair of concern. She moved toward the door just as the boy came through the doorway. His built body towered over her. His hand gripped Lily’s side in a way that struck fear into her heart. Slowly, he backed her into the room. His two friends followed, locking the door.
a quick meal (MF) (oral) (true story)
I took hold of his hair by the back of the head and shoved him forward so his face was mushed right up against my wet cunt. He opened his mouth instinctively and lapped at my hole, licked my clit. We were in his best friend’s garage, with the door open which faced the road. His best friend’s parents were home and directly above us in the house.
I covered my mouth with my free hand to keep from making too much noise. He whimpered between my thighs, hard as a rock in his constrictive jeans. He was so eager to be eating me out, his nose was pressed directly to my pubic mound. I could hear the wet noise of my cunt being slobbered on and it felt like fucking heaven.
I could hear people moving around upstairs and I yanked his hair harder, trying to get him impossibly deeper in my cunt. My legs were getting shaky in the awkward standing position we were in, barely hidden between various lawn tools and the family bicycles.