Writer looking for story commissions.

Hello! It’s me, the person who writes cynical and slightly depressing erotic stories sometimes. I also write stories on commission and that’s, like, the whole point of this post.

You can check the stories I’ve submitted in the past and see if my writing style pleases you. I’ve written some stuff that’s cute and sexy as well as some darker stories so try to have a discerning eye for titles if you’re easily disturbed.

That being said, I’ll write pretty much anything from vanilla stories to niche/taboo stuff. Nothing really bothers me so if you have any of those fantasies you’ve been sitting on for years, I’d love to write it.

Hit me up if you’re interested. I’m always open to negotiate.

Divorced Young Neighbor [MF]

After a 25+ year marriage that ended last year, I joined Reddit to broaden my horizons and interact with other adults – hopefully females, as the last five years of my marriage were very short on intimacy or sex. In addition, my career involves a significant amount of technical writing, so I joined to read and write some erotic stories (I also enjoy writing mystery, but don’t plan on sharing that here).

Some of the stories I plan to post are true, some are pure fantasy, but I won’t be identifying which is which.

A few years back a young family moved in to our neighborhood and we got to know them really well. They had been married about a year and had an infant boy and another on the way. Unfortunately, not long after they moved in, Todd’s drinking and emotional abuse got unbearable, Erika came to a difficult decision that they were incompatible, and they divorced. Erika and the kids now live in the house, and Todd moved out.

“Living With My Brother” [m/f] [incest] [anal] [Girls POV]

“Living With My Brother”
“I live in the city. I don’t make enough money at my job, so I had to move in with someone. It just so happen to be with my older brother. He was six years older than me, and I really didn’t know him, growing up, because he WAS six years older. It was all good. He was happy that his kid sister was moving in with him. He had a girlfriend, and I don’t think she liked me very much, and I don’t know why. For those first two months, we really got to know each other. I was dating a guy from the city. Even though my brother and I had significant others, and crazy schedules, we always saw each other at night, when we got home from our long days. His name was Jeff. Jeff was 27. I just turned 21.

Now, that I really think about it, his girlfriend didn’t like me. I could tell. My boyfriend didn’t like Jeff, he could tell. I don’t know what it was, but I tried to compare my boyfriends to Jeff. He was built perfect. Tall. Handsome. Muscular. Jeff was in his prime. He had a confidence about him. Being honest, he turned me on.

The New Normal (FFM)

“Babe, do you know where my new pair of red panties went?” I asked, taking the last of the laundry out of the basket and folding it.

Nick looked up from his computer. “Uhm, no? Are you sure you put them in the hamper?”

I looked around with a frown. “Pretty sure. This is the second week in a row I’ve been missing underwear – I’ll be going commando every day next month if this keeps up.”

Nick laughed. “Maybe the washing machine has a thing for you, keeping your panties to itself.”

That put a small smile back on my face. “Well, keep an eye out for them at least. They might’ve stuck to your clothes or something.” I put the folded clothes back in the basket, taking them over to the closet.

“Will do. And I’ll tell the washing machine to only keep your old ugly underwear, not any of the hot new ones.”

TEASER: Short term detention facility [Fm] [Fembots] [Chastity] [Prison] [mind control] [long background].

**This is a small teaser for a long story I’m writing, inspired by a series of audio scripts I wrote a few month ago. Tell me how much you like it, and if you want to read more about the interaction between this fembot and her prisoner. I feel like a teaser is completely inline with this story, where edging, tease and denial will play quite a big role.**

You knew that anthropomorphic robots were a thing. You were fascinated, strangely unsettled by the videos visible on the internet from some specialized companies. But you were not prepared to this.

“– Good evening sir. Can I see your ID?”

The robot in front of you looked as if it was a warm and welcoming hotel host. Or rather hostess. Clearly. More considerate, more human in facts than all the people you saw since you went out of this taxi two hours ago, centuries ago. You hand it, or her perhaps, your driver’s license, with the paperwork left from your brief brush with the “normal” penitentiary administration. She, well it took them, sorted and stored them in a drawer in a few, efficient movements, while continuing, conversationally.

The Sex You Have in Hotel Rooms [MF]

**One**

…is sometimes loud. Because you can be loud here. Unrestrained here. When you don’t have to bite your lip to keep from waking your housemates. When you can throw your head back against the pillow and scream. Your hair across your face. When you can hear the sound of yourself being fucked: his hips smacking into your arse and the long, urgent moans that seem to come from some deep internal part of you, and the way your voice climbs higher and higher with each thrust…

**Two**

…is sometimes abrupt. When you have not seen one another in months, and when you are able only to snatch a brief moment together in a room with a view of the airport. When you have wanted her so many times in the months apart that it feels now like something as essential to you as breathing when you tear off her clothes. When you push her down into the perfectly-made bed. When you put your mouth between her legs and kiss her cunt and find it wet and dripping.

**Three**

Wedding season

A week ago one of my best friends from college was getting married to her boyfriend. Maggie and I always had so much fun together. She was like the Robin Scherbotsky type. She loved sports drinking doing stupid shit.

We all flew out to California for her wedding. I’m from New York but most of our friends are from the Chicago area. Maggie told us we were all going out the night before the wedding. Myself and my good buddy Ryan were sharing a room at the hotel since it was an expensive place. We had a suite so we had our own bedroom. Ryan and I had lived together and he has seen everything about me.

That night out I met Maggie’s friend Sierra. She was this beautiful tall and stick then girl who had gone to school in Boston and lived there after graduation. I immediately was drawn to her. She had these big green eyes that you could stare into and had great hips for a nice round butt and breasts that were about a handful at the most.

Stranger on the bus [Rape] [Forced] [Public]

All characters in this story are 18 or older. This all fantasy. If this could trigger you I would advise you not to read this story. I do not condone rape in any kind. This is my first time writing erotica and I hope you enjoy

A cold breeze ruffled my hair as I quietly waited at the bus stop. I silently cursed the stupid school officials who made us wear these ridiculous skirts. In the distance I see the bus approaching the stop. My heartbeat quickened. I have some very bad memories from the rides of this line. Terrible ones. But my family can’t afford a taxi and it’s too far to walk to granny’s place. So I always take the bus.

Mommy knows breast (Gentle Femdom) (Breastfeeding) (Handjob/Fingering) (Male & Female Versions)

So there are two versions of this story here. One has a male sub, the other has a female. They only differ slightly in certain physical descriptions. I originally wrote the male version, but I wanted to experiment with writing an alternate version. This way if someone is interested in female subs they can still enjoy the story. I should warn you though, I’m not really experienced in pleasuring females, I had to watch a video just to be sure that it made sense, so if the descriptions don’t match reality then I apologize.

**Mommy knows breast (Male Sub Version)**

[FF] September (erotic poetry)

She spread her thighs

As bass line thuds from the music

Still stalked her through walls

And her slick black skirt

Unusual

Hiked from the motion

And she looked up at the cracks

In the ceiling and saw branches

Of the Amazon

Flowing on yellowed maps forgotten

And yes, the supplicant waters of tongue

That quivered with experimentation

From the wine-lipped girl on her knees

Felt like all the stars parting

But instead of blackness and empty space

There was her her her

Pussy blossoming, clit-infinitesimal

Then mushrooming with arched-back inflation

Shattering the old universe

Tumbling and twisting behind

(In September…always in September)