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Do you care what Gender writes your Erotica?

Hi, erotica readers!

I'm considering starting a side career as an erotic author, focusing on a variety of kinks between loving, bonded characters.

As men or women (please clarify which you are),

Do you care if it's written by a man or a woman?
If so, would you prefer it to be written by a woman, or at least maintain the illusion that it is.
Am I at a disadvantage using a male pseudonym, or do some women find that attractive?

I focus on the viewpoints of both make and female characters, and as a man, I use my wife's perspective to balance mine, but I do all of the writing.

I'm happy to answer questions too so, whoo, mini AMA.

(edit: a word)

A little late, but my Halloween story. [mf] [oral] [piv]

Halloween is my favorite Holliday and this year, I made it extra special. I love dressing up, putting on the makeup and feeling very child-like again. I'm usually a pretty bland, skinny jeans and Vans type of chick, but Halloween brought out a totally different side of me.

I spent all of October going to different costume stores, trying things on, messing around with new hairstyles and everything else. I wanted to be 70 different things at once! I was indecisive and impatient. It was finally the 31st and I still wasn't in possession of an outfit. I needed a second opinion. I knew that I wanted something small, girly and temping. I had a small party to attend tonight and of course, I wanted to be the center of attention. But of course, it'll be all looking and no touching for anybody but Iann. He'd be the one with me on his arm all night, so he should approve of what I wear. Of course, that wouldn't be much. Read more »

Abandonment [very short story]

I want abandonment.

You know this place. It starts with a single kind touch. Soaking in the slow deliberation of hands that know your body well, your limbs are suffused with languid warmth. You become heavy with desire, the kind of weight that is light itself. You become a slave to sensation. You become potential.

It's just the beginning. I've fed you on soft kisses and forgiving touches. I've left love bites on your breasts, tasted the curve of your neck, nuzzled the apex of your thighs like a familiar pet. You have become deliciously plump and vulnerable.

You are a feast and I've become hungry.

I awaken you in the cold lines of fire cut into your skin. The heat of my mouth is no longer gentle; it burns a path along your stomach, searing flesh and branding my name into the curves of your body. Unforgiving teeth now mark your breasts. Fingernails bite into your thighs. You will not be left unmarked. Read more »

You ask me to cum while imagining you doing things to me.

Sadly, reading about the things you would do to me does not turn me on, much as I'd like it to.

I need to feel the heat of your cock through your briefs, feel your hot desire for me straining against the garment. I need to see your penis, run my hands on it, feel the hairs at the base, hear you shiver. I need to love with my eyes and hands and ears and lips in order to be turned on by your desire. I'd love to feel my lust welling up in me, odd as it sounds, in my throat. And my groin, and my heart which beats so loud I scarcely hear your moans.

I'd love to do some very light bondage with you, binding your hands with rubber bands that you can unfasten easily, but you are held captive by a look from me. I'd sit on your lap, naked waist down, tease your cock with my wetness. And these boobs of mine, that I never knew were this sexy, would be my weapons, my source of power over you. I'd undress, and would gaze into your eyes, and relish as they look hungrily from one set of eyes to another. I would love for your first contact with my pussy to be with your penis, which you push with such urgency that you miss my vagina and graze my labia and my clit – the feeling of penis on clit is indescribable. I wish… Read more »

Fantasy night (BDSM MF)

You come in the door after work. I’m kneeling in the living room, in the center of the room, the leather sofa behind me. The one we bought a few years ago, and have had a few, well more then a few, fun nights. Whew! I’m getting a bit flushed just remembering. My hands are on my smooth silky thighs. I’m sitting on my long, tan smooth legs. I’m just out of the shower and shaved just for you. The skin on my knees, lower legs and feet is slowly growing more red and more irritated. But I continue to kneel. I see you walk in through the door. I look up, my long blonde hair cascading down around my face. I shake it out and wait for you to speak.
You simply walk by me and gesture for me to follow. I stand, and slowly start after you. My legs, ankles and knees sore from standing for so long. You lead me to the bedroom. You’ve attached ropes to the four corners of the bed. I smile and lie down on it. You slowly wrap the rope around my right wrist, then the left. I feel you tighten it. I pull, hard. You then work on my legs. You first slip a piece of rope around one ankle. My legs spread wide, almost uncomfortable, you tie down the other one. The bonds are tight, and I quickly realize I’m at your mercy for the foreseeable future. The though sends a pulse of energy through my body. You slowly start stripping. First your white collared dress shirt. Then, your undershirt. I can see your muscles, not bulging, but there, ever present. You’re clearly fit. You slip off your pants and underwear. You smile at me, sadistically.
“You ready?” You lean over me, whispering in my ear. I swallow, nervous and excited. You move down my neck, kissing, sucking on it. I moan softly, yanking on my ropes, wanting to run my hands through your hair, grabbing the back of your neck, but I can’t. You continue your slow sensual tease. Down down down you kiss. You slip my left nipple into your mouth. Sucking, nibbling, sucking, licking. You hear me moan loudly “ohhh master!” I purr You continue kissing, down my tight stomach, down down. You stop just above my pussy. You look up at me with a teasing sadistic smile. You start kissing down my leg, and then up my inner thigh. You get so close. I gasp and arch, moving myself closer to you, but still you tease me. I bite my lip in frustration and arousal. “Please Master!” I say quietly begging. You move down and start kissing up the inside of my other thigh. I moan softly as I watch you get closer and closer. I expect you to keep teasing me. So much to my supprise I feel your tongue on my clit. I let out a slow long moan as I feel you start to lick, slowly, up and down, teasing me, pleasing me. “Oh that feels so good!” I say squirming, trying desperately to orgasm. I yank on the ropes, trying to force you into me, but they hold fast. “uh uhhhh uuhhhhH!” I smile at you. I slowly grind on you, moving my hips up and down. You lean forward and kiss me on my lips. I can feel your erection pushing on my thigh, bulging through your pants. I can tell you’ve had enough. You roughly, desperately, almost animalistically yank your pants down. I gasp as I feel you inside of me. You stretch me, not uncomfortably and slowly and rhymically start to fuck me. Faster, faster. I can see you straining not to cum “Baby, hold out for a few more mintues” I say encouraging you, my own orgasm building. “oh baby! That feels ooohhhhhh” I moan loudly, as I feel an orgasm wash over me. Mere seconds later I feel you cum, deep inside me. You collapse on top of me, exhausted. We lie there for a few minutes. You kiss me, passionately. I return the kiss, our tongues intertwining. You loosen the ropes, starting with my wrists. I wince as I feel the blood returning. I massage them as you undo my ankles I smile “That was pretty hot, I can’t wait for my fantasy night” I say smiling at you

Am I doing this right?

[This is my first attempt at writing in a while, and my first attempt at erotic stuff. Is this how I do it?]

Jill was an amazing girl. I couldn’t help but sneak a peak at her every time she entered the room, it was almost as if I was always waiting for her to turn the corner, to come say hi. Her long blond hair flowing from side to side as she walked, washing her scent everywhere she goes. She was tall but just slightly shorter than I, slender, and had these delicious perky breasts. Her ass was great too, she hit the gym regularly and almost made her walking away from me worthwhile.

I hit on her occasionally, you know, just in case she ever changed her mind and became interested in me. For now though, we were just friends, but definitely not by my choosing. I would take her back to my room on a heartbeat if she wanted to. I liked powerful women. She was the RA in the college dorm I recently moved into and lived one flat below me. She was in charge of organizing all the events for us (she liked to party, so these were great) and had keys to all the rooms in case of emergency or, more likely, we should lock ourselves out in our drunken stupor. Read more »

Orbital Academy II [mf][tease][cunnilingus]

Every night before bed, Aimee set a personal alarm for a half-hour before her squadmates woke up. The plan was always to enjoy a quiet hour to herself, a respite from the busy schedule that ruled her life these days. Unfortunately for Aimee, every morning she would sleepily cancel the alarm as soon as it went off, so in practice she tended to be woken by the same alarm that shrieked the other rookies out of bed. She spit a swear word as her feet hit the cold tile of the barracks floor, and she wasn't the only one, as the rest of her squadmates dragged themselves from their beds.

Samantha, sleeping across from Aimee, broke into a run as soon as she disentangled from her covers, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, yelling "First for showers! Dibs!" Aimee smiled, pulling her blankets around her like a makeshift cloak. "More time for us to get warm," she muttered sleepily to no one in particular. The Academy orbital station had many luxuries that the smaller civilian stations did not, but it didn't have the energy to waste on extra water or heating. The barracks was kept just warm enough to be livable, and its' two-unit shower only had the water for nine showers of exactly fifteen minutes each. Though the squaddies tried not to go over their time, the final two always had less water than everyone else. Aimee looked at the bunk next to her; Marcus still curled in a ball, and Li in the bunk above, awake but clearly not going anywhere. She cuddled into her blanket, confident that she wouldn't be last. Read more »

Melissa (true story, x-post Breeding)

A few years back, I was between girlfriends, but that didn't stop me from wanting sex. I'm not a novice when it comes to internet dating, not even when it comes to casual hookups, so I was browsing the Casual Encounters section of Craigslist looking for some fun times in bed. It was there that I met Melissa.

She had posted an ad looking for a casual lover, and as anyone who has tried to meet people through Craigslist can attest, I was surprised when I actually got a response from her. We emailed back and forth for a while, got to know each other, and decided that we were a pretty good match. We set up a time and place to meet.

The original plan was to meet at the coffee shop on the ground floor of her building, but I ended up going up to her room instead. I’d already seen some pictures, but when she opened the door, it was the first time I’d seen her in person. She was shorter than me by about a foot, but I’m over 6 feet tall, so that was nothing new. She had straight black hair down to her shoulders, pale skin, and wore black glasses. She was a heavier girl, but frankly I like a woman with some meat on her. I’m very much a boob guy, and she had boobs to spare. Read more »

First and Final Women [mf; a little grim]

The first girl's hair is wet and smells like chlorine; he clumsily tries to push it from her face when she kisses him.

The last girl's teeth are yellow and half-missing.

There is a succession of women between: illicit under-the-bleachers fucks, quick dirty shags on the couches in the places where he buys his hits, a year of nothing but April with her dyed-black hair and her painted toenails and perfect slurring voice. A handful of easily-impressed nose-ringed hippie girls at whom he quotes Kerouac until they fall for it. A chubby girl with enormous green eyes, encountered at the bookstore. A zoned-out rich girl with expensive shoes, snagged from a party he wasn't qualified to be at.

The first girl takes his hand and pulls him into the downstairs bathroom when no one is looking, and when he realizes what is happening his heart races.

The last girl crawls into his sleeping bag and puts her hands into his jeans, and at first he tries to push her away, disgusted, ashamed. Read more »

Ghosts that Linger

A man marched into the ballroom, skin clammy, clutching a half drunk glass of scotch and its parent bottle. The room was empty, cleaned and closed for the night. Almost all the chairs were stacked seven or eight high and the tables were all covered with plain white table clothes. After one in the morning not even the cleaning crew bothers to come into this place. I set the bottle down on a table and dropped into closest seat angrily, making sure to face the door.

“I said I wouldn’t do this to myself anymore,” he thought to himself as he tossed back another quick swig of scotch. “I’m over this. I’m done.”

He had said the very same things to himself countless times over the past few months. It had become a mantra to him, one that was supposed to break him from this viscous cycle. Now it was just dull noise, repeated ad nauseam in his head, feeding the growing shame, melancholy, and lust. He hated the way he felt, the way she made him feel. It was all her fault and she wouldn’t spare a moment on that thought. He put the glass down. Read more »