Help writing my first erotic story!

Hi everyone,

I’m very excited to be writing my first erotic story. It’s already like 4000 words. It’s about me (27, FTM trans guy, pansexual) meeting my celebrity icon, Brendon Urie from Panic! At the Disco. He is openly pansexual, although he is married to a cis woman. He’s a big inspiration for the LGBTQ community for his song “Girls/Girls/Boys” which is about bisexuality. He gives fans a lot of material to work with for our fantasies. Regularly going toppless or in his boxers onstage, kissing his male band members on stage, the Girls/Girls/Boys video, periscoping while getting dressed etc. My story is titled “Girls/Girls/Bois”, referencing how some transmasculine folks refer to themselves as “bois”.

I’ve written most of the scenes leading up to the sexy part, except the balcony scene that gets into foreplay. I want to get some feedback on my writing, particularly on physical descriptions and my character’s visualizations of imaginary scenes. I want to make sure that I’ve set the scene well so that the reader gets a feel for the romantic ambiance of my settings, especially the bar where I proposition him and my hotel suite. I would especially like to hear form other queer writers. I don’t want to write my post here because I’m concerned people might copy it. If you want to help I can message you a PDF.

[MF] This past weekend, I endulged an older friend in her mommy fantasy, and I’m still reeling. [PART 2]

[Here’s Part 1 as a lead up to what this post is about to detail.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ayx0ng/mf_this_past_weekend_i_endulged_an_older_friend/)

Like I said in my last post, my mind has been racing ever since our first encounter. I don’t want to come off wordy, so I’ll just get right into it.

For the rest of the day on Saturday, we texted back and forth about her kink/fetish/fantasy, or whatever the hell you want to call it. She dove off the deep end in explaning to me all of the things she wanted to try. Some of them I felt weird about, but others intrigued me. I figured I’d never have an opportunity to do some of these things ever again, and I’m pretty comfortable in my own sexuality. Plus, I figured at the end of it, I’d be getting laid anyway so – win-win.

I won’t explain what we texted about. I’ll just dive right in.

I fucked three sisters, part one [MF]

Elaine and I were too big of rivals to ever be anything deeper than we were. Hell, we were probably too big of rivals to even be calling ourselves best friends. But that didn’t stop the 7 AM snaps of her holding up a Starbucks cop, closing her pretty hazel eyes, biting her tongue, and flashing a peace sign with “good morning, bestie <3” splatted across the pic.

Curiously, courageously, or maybe just lackadaisically, I’d occasionally snap back a photo of me right after a shower (chest-up, obviously, also, she was way more of a morning person) under some subliminal photo-communication posturing to take our attractive snap relationship a bit more revealing.

And until a fateful day last May the closest we ever got was a similar post-shower pic from her (chest-up, but sadly with a towel covering what I had deemed as truly incredible breasts), flipping me off as she held up a towel. Like I said, rivals. Who argued, and fought, and argued some more, and frequently typed paragraph after paragraph towards each other about passions that got very intense when those passions didn’t align with each other.

Taking More Than Just Anna Kendrick’s Jewels [Rape] [Impregnation] [Celebrity]

****** MASSIVE DISCLAIMER: This story is pure fiction and does not promote nor condone any type of real-life rape or non-consensual encounters. This is a fictitious hypothetical fantasy scenario that is not intended to be acted out in real life by anyone or have ANY real-life implications. Any resemblance whatsoever to past, present, or future real-life events is purely coincidental. This story carries no real-life intent or plans or any of that sort. It is a work of pure isolated fiction, and its writer shall assume no responsibility or liability in the unlikely event of any inappropriate actions of any readers. It is hereby expressly declared, that this story is intended solely for private enjoyment within the confines of one’s own imagination. ******

*[Credit: This story was heavily inspired by a piece of work by TheBigLove126, posted* [*here.*](http://www.c-s-s-a.com/?p=6799) *Certain elements and portions are heavily borrowed from that story. He did a great job and it’s an amazing story by itself, but I thought I would build upon it, put my own spin on it and improve on it while taking out the age-play stuff, which wasn’t my cup of tea.*

# Context/Setting the Stage

I 22[M] woke up cumming into my friend’s 22[F] mouth

Another story from my youth:

After a night out a few of us went back to my friend’s house which was close to town where we had a few more drinks, some food, and chatted for a bit until we were tired enough to retire to bed. None of us had drunk too much so it wasn’t particularly debauched.

She had a super king sized bed and given it looked so comfy I told her she would have to share it with me! One of her girl friends got a mattress and slept on the floor next to us (I know…not very gentlemanly but I needed a good sleep!)

I’d known her for some time and although she was cute and had a tight tiny body there wasn’t any sexual tension between us. Her friend who was sleeping on the floor was quite loud and outspoken and we didn’t get on so well.

I fell asleep quite quickly thinking nothing of sharing a bed with a friend, however I started dreaming I was being sucked off by a celebrity at the the time (I think it was Kimberley Davis who played Annalise on Neighbours) whilst fingering her. It was one of the most vivid dreams I can remember and I really was enjoying it.

Key on the String (m/f)(semi public)(light roughness)(light restraining)(reader x celeb insert)

(( Copy pasted from my AO3:: Celebs name changed for flexibility:: choose your fave celebrity))

If it were not for the vintage rug beneath your feet, your heels would clack loudly against the original hardwood, announcing your approach. You were nervous, after all, you’d been tasked with delivering the room key to a celebrity who was staying in the hotel and it wasn’t just any celebrity; it was your celebrity crush.

Once at the double doors you reach out and press your hand against the solid wood and push while your other hand turns the cool lever. The deep creaking sound gives you away and he turns away from the row of windows to face you. His eyes glance you up and down and a smile creeps across his face.

“I thought you got lost.” He jests as he seems to idly roll up the sleeves of his button-down. Your eyes follow his movement, his strong fingers nimbly working the crisp white fabric. The muscles in his arms shift visibly beneath his oaken skin.
You don’t realize you’re staring until his hands rest on his belt. When you lift your eyes you find him silently chuckling in amusement at your adoration.

Unscripted (m/f)(reader x actor insert) (teasing) (light restraining)

(( Copy pasted from my AO3: Actors name changed/omitted for flexibility: choose your favorite actor ))

You lift pillows and throw aside loose pieces of clothing then you check the bunched up sheets on your bed in case you set it down and it had gotten covered, but the script was nowhere to be seen.

“Shit.” you hiss to yourself then you turn in place scanning your immediate surroundings. Maybe it was in plain sight this whole time.

No such luck. You backtrack and try to think of where it could be. When it hits you, you sigh in frustration. It was all the way back on set, probably. It had to have been there. It wasn’t in your trailer, so where else could it be?

You look at yourself and assess your outfit; a cotton band t-shirt that nearly hid your snuggly fitting shorts which were just long enough to cover your ass and the soft crease where it folded into the back of your thigh.
It would be good enough. There was no need to get redressed just to run and grab your script from the set.

The threesome with an r/gonewild girl! [MFF] (part 1 of 2)

_Hi awesome folks! It’s me again, here to share more stories of my various sexual adventures with my once high school crush, now fuck buddy, Nat. This time, as promised, I’ll be telling the story of how myself and Nat had a threesome with a minor reddit celebrity! Thank you for your continued readership and I’m so sorry that this story was so long in coming. I’ve split what I originally wrote into two parts to keep them somewhat shorter so this will be part 1 of 2. Enjoy_

So after our threesome with Nat’s friend Megan we were both really exited to meet up with Sam for another.

_in case you didn’t read my last post: “Sam” is a minor reddit celebrity of the r/gonewild variety who happens to live in the same city as us. Nat had contacted her, and over a week or so, agreed to meet and have a threesome with us both._

(Bi) (mmf) How I met Bill and Lindsey

It was ten years ago. I placed an ad on Craigslist. This was back when they still had the personals section. I placed an ad looking for a date the night before my birthday. I was looking specifically for out of town married men who could be closeted bi/gay. And that was how I might Billy. I was living in Chicago at the time. Billy was in town for two months. At 52, he was a retired army general and now worked as a civilian private contractor. He was married for over 25 years and have two grown daughters. He was open to the idea of meeting a young bisexual Asian male, looking for a married man to celebrate a birthday after the stroke of midnight. We exchanged lots emails, a few pics and quickly spoke on the phone. He had a soft comforting voice when we spoke. He was the kind of man I’m familiar with. A man that knew he was gay all his life, but did the act of what straight men had to do. So he enlisted in the military once he turned 18. He married a woman because that’s what straight men do. We agreed to meet at his hotel room first and later head to our dinner reservation.

(Bi) (mmf) How I met Billy and Lindsey pt3

The morning of my birthday I woke up to a ring from Billy’s cell phone. I was surprised by the call coming from the wife of the man I just had sex with. Billy and Lindsey lived in Seattle. It had to be 2 am west coast time. Without thinking I answered. Her tone on the otherside gave away her surprise. She knew right away who I was. Without a fluster her southern bell charm greeted me with a happy birthday. Her first question to me was how was it having sex with her husband. She eased any concerns I may have had about talking to the hysterical wife. If anything see was pleased and more than relieved to know her husband had sex wth a sexy young bisexual Asian male.