Steampunk Erotica Author Seeking Readers and Reviewers

Hello all! I find myself in search of readers and reviewers interested in dark romance, steampunk, and who love an old-fashioned Beauty and The Beast, Jekyll and Hyde sort of story.

If anyone knows of good places to request reviews (social media, blogs, etc.) I’d be eternally grateful for a heads up.

Yours Most Sincerely,

Vincent Cross

(And for those who want to read a free sample of the work in question, the title is [The Uncanny Resurrection of Abraham Carver](https://www.amazon.com/Uncanny-Resurrection-Abraham-Carver-ebook/dp/B01M1JD7QY/ref=sr_1_12?ie=UTF8&qid=1475073509&sr=8-12&keywords=Vincent+Cross).)

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Surprise Visitor [FM/F, cuck, huml, light Fsub]

Here’s my first crack at a story. It’s long, I know. Basically, I was talking to a friend of mine about her fantasies, and she laid out a scenario where she watches her boyfriend fuck another woman in front of her. The other woman is clearly hotter and taunts her a little about the whole thing, but it turns my friend on like crazy and she gets off watching. I thought it would be fun to try to write a story for her fantasy. Hope you like it!
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You get the text while you are out running errands. It’s Jack, and it’s cryptic.

“Get home soon. Be waiting in the bedroom. Panties only. There’s a surprise.”

Immediately you feel the wetness start coming on with a delightful tingle. What could the surprise be? You and Jack frequently talk about ways to keep sex exciting and new. Maybe he’s planning to act out a new role-playing scenario with you.

Your mind flutters with the possibilities as you race home, eager to comply with Jack’s instructions.

As you walk in the front door, you notice the silence. Jack must not be waiting for you at home. You make your way to the bedroom and still there’s no sign of him anywhere.

Tales From Our Bedroom 1: Kate [M/F]

When it comes to marriage, I consider myself to be a lucky guy. My wife Kate is a kindred spirit in many ways, my best friend, a great lover. From day one of our relationship we developed a bond that grew stronger with every month that passed, every goal we set to achieve and yes, every sexual experience. Don’t get me wrong… Our sex life would fall well short of material for a Henry Miller novel but it’s fair to say we have been more adventurous in the bedroom (and out of it at times) than the average couple would care to admit and have crossed a boundary or two which would raise eyebrows if shared beyond the relative anonymity of a web forum – which brings me here.

I love fucking my wife with a dildo then shoving my dick in at the same time

Just to have it said I’m quite well endowed, I just love filling her up more than she can handle. She loves it, makes her wetter than anything. It makes my dick harder than steel. I fuck the shit out of her with the dildo in, shoving it and myself deep and hard inside, until I bust so hard. It’s the best orgasm imaginable. It makes her cum so fucking hard, too. I just love filling her pussy up so much it hurts.

Not to down play it, but the only thing better than this is doing it to a woman for the very first time. I get her warmed real good with the dildo first. Then when she’s busting for me to fuck her with my cock, I surprise her by leaving the dildo in. Oh god, so good.

I’m so hard right now.

how I met mr right

Many of you asked how I met my current bf. Here is how it happened as detailed as I can be. I had been chatting with this man for 2 months and he already mentioned he had family to visit way back when we first started talking.

He was interesting enough and we planned everything for our first experience together. He wanted me on my knees in front of his apartment door in lingerie he and I liked the humiliation factor of the whole night.

I got there 30 mins or so early and this is the slums of my city and it was the whole reason he rented the room for the weekend. To treat me a certain way. I waited in front of the door with the address 55 and a rather skinner looking man opened the door so I took the opportunity to let myself in and surprise him without buzzing him.

Walked two flights of stairs and let my nerves settled for about 2 minutes before I removed my jacket and had on just my red lace thong and heels and walked down looking for 306. First hint of that night should have been remember he said 306 was on the left but it was on the right to me.

I love Indian men! (F/M) First date gone wild!

Hi, this is my first time posting. I have lots of great stories to share from when I was a naughty girl, I’ve settled down this past year a little. All my stories are true, just changing minor details to remain anonymous. This story happened last year. This is my throwaway, I think the man involved might be a Redditor. He might even recognize himself!

I am Latina, cute I have been told. I am curvy and most guys love 2 things: my big boobs and my full lips. My hair is long and curly. So not a bad looking woman. Last year I decided to give online dating a try. Usual stories, finally got a nice message from an Indian guy in my town. We make a date to meet for lunch, Indian food, of course.

Now being Latina, I kind of look Indian, except for the curly hair. And I *love* Indian men…the dark skin and eyes…mmm. But I had never fucked one. So I was wondering where this date would go.

Cheated (M27) on my wife with a hot married MILF (F40) at a wedding

So i was invited to a far cousin’s wedding past Saturday. I don’t see her very often maybe once every 2-3 years but I thought it would be nice to see all the family so decided to go with my wife. Fast forward to diner time, I was sitting at my table having a drink when I saw this hot Milf. She was tall, had blue eyes and dark black hair. Now if you read my previous story you know I have something for dark hair / light eyes. Her face was very pretty and she had a beautiful smile, you could see from her skin that she wasn’t young, I would say 40+ , and was with her husband and kid probably around 10-12. I never saw her before so she was probably from the other family. She was wearing a tight black one piece ( swimsuit style) that was showing perfectly her flat stomach and her ( what looked like) C cup breast. She had on top of that a pink knit skirt to her knees that was very tight too. You could see she was in shape, her ass was round, firm and tight. She sat at her table with her family and I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. I was literally hypnotize, more the night went on, the more I drank and the more I was checking her out. At one point she turned around looking in my direction and I just pretended to look elsewhere, hoping she didn’t catch me. I kept thinking how her husband was lucky to fuck her. Honestly she was probably the hottest woman I saw in my life. After diner she stood up to go to the dance floor, from where I was seating I couldn’t see her anymore. I pretended like I needed to go to the bathroom just to walk by the dance floor to see her. I stopped by for a while looking at her hips and ass moving. Her tits where lightly bouncing at her every movements. I was starting to get hard and had some really tight pants. So I decided to go out for a cigar before anyone notice my hard on. All the jackets were in a small room with many rows. I went all the way back and started looking for my lighter in my pockets. When I finally found it I raised my head and she was there standing about 6 inches from my face looking me straight in the eyes. I froze , I was panicking and a 1000 thoughts when trough my mind. Then I though maybe she was just here to get her jacket too, so I say sorry and move to the side but she didn’t budge. She put a hand on my chest, took my hand and placed it under her skirt right on her pussy. God she was soaking wet, I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. I thought She probably didn’t have any panties, I could feel the shape of her lips pressing against my fingers. She kept my hand there still looking at me straight in the eyes without saying a word. This moment seemed like hours to me but was probably only seconds, I didn’t know what to do. My head was telling me to run, but my body didn’t want to move. then she let go my hand and moved hers right on my cock, only then I realised that it was rock hard. She started lightly stroking it on top of my pants. My hand was still on her pussy and I couldn’t move it, I was paralyzed. She then finally opened her mouth to say something “ knowing that you were checking me out all night made me so wet, are you going to do something about it? “ . I stayed still, trying to process what was going on, She started to lightly motion her hips, grinding her pussy on my hand. Something just snap in my mind, I couldn’t resist anymore. I moved the bottom of her soaking wet one piece to the side and slid two fingers right in. I started to go in and out slowly making circles with my fingers. She started moaning gently, placed both her hands around my neck to give herself leverage. During all this time she was continuously looking me in the eyes it was making me so horny, it was so sexy. She whispered “harder” and started to grind and push hard against my hand so I followed her motion and started finger fucking her harder and harder, smacking my fingers in her pussy and then sliding out to rub her clit. Didn’t take long before her moaning were getting louder and her breathing choppy , I pushed her against the back wall of the room and moved my finger as fast and hard as I could until I felt her pussy clinching, her hole body started convulsing “ oh fuck I’m cumming” some warm juice flooded my hand and her legs just gave up, holding herself on my neck not to fall on the ground. It was so hot to see her cum like that while looking at me I almost came too. She just stayed like this for a couple seconds catching her breath. When I started to feel her weight transferring back to her leg. I slowly slid my fingers out and decided I wanted to feel her tight Milf body. I started by touching her ass which was nice and firm like I thought, then moved up to her breast feeling them on top of her bra. I wanted to lower her suit to be table to see and kiss them but before I had a chance she lowered herself with her back still against the wall, crouching in front of me still locking her eyes to mine . She undid my belt and pants and dropped everything to the floor. She took my cock in her hand and started gently licking the tip of it, teasing me. She then looked down, spit on my shaft and started stroking me harder massaging my balls with her other hand. Once she had the pace she wanted she looked back up . This was the best hand job of my life, she just knew how to handle it , the pressure and speed was perfect. I was already ready to burst so I let her know I’m about to cum . She took the tip of my cock in her mouth, I grabbed her hair, and she kept stroking it until I exploded. Shooting ropes and ropes of cum down her throats while letting out a loud groan. She stood up , arranged herself and left the room. I was there, with my pants to the ground in between jackets , no too sure what just happened. I went out for my cigar and when I came back in she was gonne and that was it. I will probably never see her again.

Shapeshifting Ghost Sex?? [MF reluc]

I’m actually doing a bit of market research here. One of my authors (I’ll link to his blog in the comments) wrote this as a promotional piece for one of our other authors. It got a ton of pageviews, but zero comments. I can’t tell if it’s not sexy enough, or sexy because it’s almost all anticipation, or the antipathy between the two characters. I’m really just looking for any constructive feedback Reddit wants to give. I tried to get some similar feedback on Facebook and ended up with an alarming number of dick pics in my inbox. So…help a girl out?

The Inhuman by Reggie Barkwell

–Liset Laraña, the witch, read a magazine in her faux magic shop. To be clear, she was a real witch, with real power. Her store, however, sold intentional shams to people who didn’t know any better.

She lounged on an overly expensive beanbag chair, nestled in deep with her long arms and longer legs sticking out at sharp angles. The magazine rested in the pocket created by the calf or one leg resting perpendicularly on her knee.

She scooped the bottom corner of a page with a crimson nail, then flipped it casually with a slender finger.

Little Red, Riding Hood [Shape Shifter, Modern Fairytale]

Hi. My name is Farah. I run Play Farah Publishing, a little erotic publishing house out of Las Vegas, NV. I am not an author, but I wrote this story to promote one of my authors and ended up being really, really proud of it. I’m posting it here because I want people to read it and would be interested in your feedback. I’m going to post a link to this same entry from my blog in the comments, but only because I commissioned a painting from a friend of mine to go along with the story, and she ended up doing a really amazing job.

Ummm…thanks! and I hope you enjoy.

I lay beside my big bad wolf, hands buried in his downy fur. Sometimes I stroke against the natural grain of his hair then smooth it back down. Other times I clutch at him for dear life. For now, I just keep my face pressed against his warmth and feel my head rise up and down with each deep breath, and I reflect on the truth that fairytales really do come true, just not in the ways that we expect.
As I drift, I picture the old man’s face—a grandfather in my story, not a sweet old granny—as I danced on his lap. Danced is a generous term. I stood in front of him, grinding my lacy red panties into his lifeless crotch and looking over my shoulder to see if anything was registering on his face. Nothing. He just stared past me, black-faced, not even looking at the stage. I was blocking his view. He was just staring through me.

A chance [m/ 18f]

The rain splashes cooly into my hair. It makes me smile even though one of my most severe pet peeves happens to be wet hair on my head. I run into the mall with my bestfriend. That’s when I see you. We make eye-contact; I smirk confidently, as I always do when I’m fairly certain I will never encounter a guy again.

We navigate through racks of clothes, I scoff at prices (silently in my head) and we finally decide on things to try on. My favorite part of shopping is always choosing outrageous things that I would never dare to wear in public. Corset in hand I pull the dressing room curtain to cover me. All that clads the small room is a single chair, a few hooks and a full sized mirror.

I abandon my top clothing and watch in the reflective glass as I tweak my nipples. They harden and I laugh. I haven’t noticed you peeking in yet.

I’m trying to tie the laces on my corset when you enter. I’m shocked but I don’t yell out as I should. “Shhh,” you say, pressing your finger to your pink lips. We make eye-contact in the mirror and you cockily gaze at me, pulling the strings tightly and tying me up. My breasts have been pressed up and are delicious globes, exemplified by the tight bodice.