Category: eroticliterature

As I slid my arms into my black leather jacket I realized it had been two months since I’d seen you last. My excitement grew as I made the drive downtown to your hotel. As if on cue I receive a text from you saying you’ve left me a key at the front desk and that I should just come on up while you shower and change for dinner. I collect my key and take the elevator up to the fourth floor. My breath is quick and the excitement has turned to butterflies in my stomach. I hear the electronic click of the door unlock and silently press the handle down, easing the door open. I hear water running and the unmistakable sound of a razor tapping on the side of the bathroom sink. Sinatra is playing and I hear you start singing along to ‘Volare’ as I tip toe across the room to a couch in front of the window. I quietly unzip my boots and climb onto the couch, arranging the pillows so that I’m perfectly propped up. I cross one leg over the other and adjust my skirt to reveal a bit more of my bare legs as I recline back and wait for you. Read more »

One day, about 6 or 8 months into the pandemic, I was in my local, neighborhood supermarket, and a woman in her forties, asked me to help her reach an item, which I did. She then started asking me if I
was from the neighborhood, etc., and in a flash, we are drinking wine in her bedroom. She was incredible….Blew my mind….among other things. A couple of weeks later, I went into the other major
supermarket in the area and, it happened again. An elegant, woman, 55, dressed and looking like an executive, if not the CEO of a company, started chatting with me when we were in the same aisle. The
next morning I kissed her goodbye and went home. She was like candy…so sweet and delicious…a fine violin whose moans of pleasure were like beautiful music. Unforgettable! Fast forward a week or two, and it happens again. Thirty-nine, a nurse on her day off. I have to say, “Nurses Rock,” not only are they compassionate, they are also passionate with a capital P. She was so hot that she melted all over me. So, you see this is a pattern that has developed and is increasing in its frequency. I have made
supermarket ‘friends’ with women of many ages and ethnicities, and more than ever it has become a habit for women to reach out. Kudos to the women who are the instigators, taking things into their own hands, so to speak, and to mature women who still have what it takes and who will appreciatively take what you give them. You are probably wondering what it is that attracts them to me initially, and I will tell you what I think it is. I have longish, golden-blonde hair that girls/women seem to take notice of. A high percentage of the women that I have met at the supermarket start a conversation by telling
me, “I love your hair.” I hope that there is a lot more to it than that, but I won’t be cutting my hair anytime soon! If you are a girl or woman in need who has connected with what I have written, DM me. I would love to hear from you…..

I am thinking about starting to write erotic literature and eventually hoping for commissioned work. As part of this, I would like to build a portfolio of works that potential clients can look through. For this, I need prompts. If I plan to someday right works of erotic fiction from prompts that were given to me by paying customers, I need to get used to being given prompts by people outside myself to write erotic literature in accordance with. I was hoping that you kind folks could help give me some prompts that I could write about to improve my skills, get me practice, and build my portfolio. And you also get free erotic literature that is written hopefully to your taste out of it, although it may not be very good.