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Looking for an editor

Hey everyone!
Not sure if this is right place to ask, but I thought I’d give it a shot.

I’m looking for someone to read/edit a story I’m working on. I enjoy erotic literature and I post on another site. I’m working on a new genre and hoping to get someone to read it over and give me honest feedback.

If there’s anyone out there who is interested in reading a ROUGH draft of one of my new stories, please let me know.

I’m looking for serious feedback, so if you’re just interested in reading for fun, you’ll just have to wait ;)

Thanks!!
RainCityChild

Sara’s Self Discovery [Part 1] [MM] [MF] [BDSM]

MY LIFE

It was 4:30 in the morning and the pounding on my door was unrelenting. Who would be so inconsiderate to wake me in such a fashion ?
Stumbling to the door who was I to find but the wife of my neighbor.

Sara was just 25 and as adorable as they come, she had bright red hair and skin as white as alabaster with an assortment of freckles that highlighted her cheeks.
Her skin was so fair and sensitive I believe that she would suffer sunburn from a camera flash and she was 7 months pregnant.

She came to my place because she and her husband were new to our apartment building and I had helped them move in next door to my apartment.
Her reason for the visit, she was feeling alone and unwanted.
Her husband was a fireman and would be on call at the firehouse for three days in a row and then off for three days.
Being alone and in a new city for the first time left her feeling depressed. Read more »

Quick, I need you to blow me [MF] [blowjob] (Part 1?)

“Baby, come over here and suck my dick. Now!”

Anne was watching the tennis in the living room, dressed only in a stretchy green nightie and baby-blue foot mittens with anthropomorphized avocadoes stitched on, that said, “Let’s avo cuddle”. No bra. No undies.

I was in the office, and I had just worked out how to do a complex maths problem. I was feeling triumphant, and I had a throbbing erection to match. I needed release.

“What?” Came the call from in front of the TV.

“ANNE! IN HERE! NOW!”

I heard her shuffling across the hardwoods. When she arrived at the door of the office, I already had my shorts off, bare ass cheeks smothering the leather seat. My engorged tumescence was in my hand and I was jerking it furiously. Anne took one look at the situation and immediately got down on her knees and took over.

I leant back in the chair as she began to lubricate the head of my dick with her saliva. She carefully peeled back my foreskin, licking along every uncovered surface of my glans. As soon as the head was fully exposed, she put my entire dick in her mouth, and worked her tongue along the shaft and frenulum. I groaned in pleasure. Read more »

The Ticket Master Part 2 | Rape, Non-con, Blowjob, Anal, Redhead, Rough

[Read Part 1 first](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/erl74e/the_ticket_master_rough_noncon_blowjob_redhead/)

**Again, I enjoyed writing this. Maybe I’ll do a part 3. If anyone had any ideas on what should happen next or just story ideas in general, comment or PM me.**

Holly studied herself in the bedroom mirror. In her underwear, the warm light made her pale skin radiate. Her auburn hair was loose over her small shoulders, she preferred it like that, the red strands accentuated her emerald green eyes.

*You’re pretty*, she kept telling herself over and over again. Yet she didn’t believe it. At the back of mind, a thought kept returning though she tried to keep it suppressed.

*You’re a dirty slut.*

*A whore.*

It wasn’t her own voice she heard it in, however. It was *his.* Her tormentor and violator. The man who has haunted her every time she closes her eyes to sleep or even just blink.

The Ticket Master.

He had ravaged and defiled her body. Used her like some disposable tramp, left her bruised and broken. She could still feel his big hands on the back of her head, forcing her down on to his manhood. She could still feel him inside her cunt, stretching her open. And, worse of all, she could still feel his seed in her womb. She felt like she had been ruined, a cracked shell of her former self. Read more »

Adventures at 38,000 Feet

*The Beginning*

I come across the Bay on BART, meeting you at SFO at 9:00pm. I know this seems awfully early, since the plane won’t begin boarding for another two hours, but this gives us enough time to relax and not be rushed to get through Security. Since food onboard United is never anything to write home about, we decide on a late-night meal/snack/. It’s between *Limon*, a restaurant in the Mission District famous for its Peruvian food, especially its roast chicken, and the relative simplicity of *SF Uncork’d*, a wine bar with a great selection of wines by the glass and craft beers, as well as assorted charcuterie. We opt for the latter, if only because it’s not in the Food Court and you can actually sit at a table and be served. Read more »

Ariana Grande Vs. Vibrating Panties

Ariana was obviously a very busy woman so anytime she was able to get a break, she cherished it. This time in particular she decided she would do absolutely nothing and stay at home which of course was a massive condo overlooking NY.

She hadn’t been home in months due to tour and when she walked in she was elated. She immediately went to her room and changed into a silky blue nightgown that stopped right below her cute little belly button.

As for panties she rummaged through her drawers and for some reason tonight she was feeling a little risque and decided on a tight pair of pink satin panties that just so happened to be her favorite. The way they hugged her petite mound felt amazing and the material rubbed her in all the right ways when she walked.

After dressing, she glided down the stairs and made a light snack and turned on the TV. As she was watching she felt like she deserved a drink and went to the fridge, this was normally something she never did but she reached for the half drunk bottle of red wine she kept for times like this. Read more »

Selena Gomez & The App

Being a Hollywood actress is hard work. All the long nights, early days and barely any free time. What they don’t tell you is how hard being a female in this industry is, the males can go around hooking up with any and everything while the woman have to show a little more class.

Or so we think.

Selena Gomez was sex deprived to put it simply. Her busy schedule didn’t allow time for much intimate moments and this coming weekend she was finally getting a break. Needless to say she still didn’t have anyone she felt comfortable enough with nor was she the type of girl to hit up old flings.

She settled on a weekend alone at her LA condo with a bottle of wine and her comfortable bed.

As she pulled into the driveway she remembered hearing about a free app exclusively for the women of hollywood that served as an escort service. Apparently a few of her friends have said the app offers amazing “services” and is safe and reliable.

Selena feeling a bit uneasy walked into her condo, put her phone down and poured a glass a wine. Trying to process the fact that having sex with random strangers was a normal occurence amongst the women of hollywood hills. Read more »

Arctic Exploration

Wind blew whisps of snow through the air. Dr. Jonas Mikkelson felt his goggles tightly gripping his face. He had tried to limit the amount of exposed skin but there was only so much he could do. He was feeling every bit of -40° F temperature as the wind harshly battered his face. His full beard did as much as it could to insulate his features but in these conditions it was nearly futile. His research trailer was sight. The blinding snow obscured his vision but he could see a plume of black smoke rising through the sea of white. His wife and partner, Dr. Ingrid Mikkelson, was waiting for him. She made sure the fire in the hearth stayed lit so the trailer was warm enough to soothe his aching muscles when he returned. As he approached the trailer the door slid open. Ingrid had seen him coming and pressed the button to open the door for him. He entered into a small chamber and the door closed and sealed tight behind him. This chamber existed to keep the elements from entering the trailer. Now that the door was locked and sealed he was able to finally enter the trailer. His hands were covered in heavy wool but he was able to turn the latch and enter. Ingrid had started coffee and there was a fresh pot waiting for him. He peeled off his gloves. His hands were red and rough despite the protection of the gloves. He put his hood back and took off his goggles next. His short hair and full beard were dark black but the snow glazed them in a deep white. He shook his head and bits of wet snow flew off of him. Ingrid helped him out of his suit, a thick black snowsuit that covered everything below his neck. Beneath he wore a flannel shirt and jeans made of a thick denim. He was 6’0″ tall, barrell chested but fairly fit. He allowed himself some body fat as yet another protection against the harsh cold. Read more »

Wet Dreams Cum True (part 1) [Gender bender] [Lesbian] [Futa]

Hi everyone,

This is my first short story series so I hope you enjoy my work. If you want me to continue it or have any thoughts leave me an upvote and a comment and I’ll try to get back to you ASAP.

Cheers,

Zeffo

(Gender bender, Female x Female, Futa x Female, School, Magic)

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My name is Taylor, I’m 15 years old and born a boy. I go to a private mixed gender boarding school because my family works most of the time. I consider myself straight and love girls, but there’s a side of me that no one knows about.

I am lesbian. Read more »