30.M.USA looking for creative writer for commission work

Whats up everyone. I hope you are all safe and healthy! Quarantine is making me go a bit stir crazy and I would love to get off to a few fantasies I have.

I am looking for someone who is extremely open minded, detailed, and creative that I can provide details of fantasies I have and you can write them into an erotica that I can use for personal use to get off to.

I have a few fantasy ideas in mind and have very specific details that go along with them so message me if you’re interested in hearing about them and also what you charge for commissions. Please be a legit writer as I am willing to pay for the work provided as long as it hits all my trigger buttons!

I look forward to hearing from people!

My [F]irst Affair – And [M]y First Phone Sex

I’d had plenty of opportunities to stray. Both in college and with the triathlon club, I interacted with a lot of attractive, available women and other than the occasional spank bank fantasy, never went a step in that direction. We’d had some challenges, a miscarriage shortly after we hit the five year mark, but didn’t let that get in between us. I loved my wife as much as ever, even during her distress.

Note that I never really considered the dalliance with my neighbor to be an ‘affair’. Hell, we never even kissed! It was just a few erections (well, and a couple of orgasms) and that was that. Funny what we can talk ourselves into when we want to.

However, years later, after the successful birth of our child, my wife started shutting down emotionally. “I have more important things to worry about.” that sort of thing. She literally said that to my face several times, along with “It’s not important to me to look nice for you.” She went from a drawer full of nice Victoria Secret’s things to three for a dollar Wal-Mart granny panties, for example. Yet she would spend an hour in the bathroom fussing about her hair before she went to a book club meeting or sewing circle, because heaven forbid another frumpy, flabby room mother would see her with a hair out of place.

[MF] I had my first sexual experience with the Catholic girl in band.

To start, if you’re expecting penetration or even oral you might want to go somewhere else. Yes, I’m an 18 year old virgin. If I had really wanted to, could I have lost it a few years ago? Yeah, but I’m looking for someone who I actually seriously care about and isn’t just a hookup. I haven’t found that yet. With that out of the way, I’m posting this at the request of a fellow redditor, so this one’s for you.

The Best [F]uck from an old Friend[M]

After a long day of work, I found my way home and was excited to find that no one was there. My boyfriend John had left for the weekend and I had the whole house to myself. I kicked off my shoes, unbuttoned my shirt a few buttons and left on my tight skirt and stockings. My week was finally over as I grabbed a bottle of wine, poured myself a glass and began to recline on the couch.

All of a sudden, I heard a knock on the door; I wondered who the hell it could be. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and there was nervousness in my stomach. Walking over, I peeked through the window, and what do you know, it was Eric. Surprised and excited, I opened the door and asked, what the hell he was doing here! He hesitated for a moment, lost in my eyes, and speaking in a deep confident voice that he was in the area for work and wanted to finally see my place. In reality, I knew Eric wanted to see my big brown eyes, to smell my sweet hair and touch my supple skin. I invited him to come in.

Our Kinky Friends, Our Perfect Foursome (Long) [Group]

This is a very long story, but I’ve promised to make it worth the read. You can skip to **the part where we all have sex** if uninterested in the background.

There’s a few people to keep track of here:

Me, Mr. Town, White, average/athletic runners build, some body hair, about six feet tall
My Wife, Mrs. Town, Jade,” mixed Asian/Native American, curvy figure (thick thighs and booty), intense green eyes, with small breasts and long black hair.
Our Friends, the ‘Bees’:
Mr. Bee, “Ryan”: White, average/athletic with some chest tattoos, shorter and a little stockier than me
Mrs. Bee, “Beatriz”: Ryan’s wife, mixed Latina/Egyptian, petite and the shortest of all of us, with curly black hair, cute brown eyes, tattoos and small breasts.

About two years ago, my wife Jade and I became much more open with each other regarding our sexual desires.

We’d each had our limited respective experiences with multiple partners, but we’d not yet experimented together. It started by discussing fantasies, then one night, began seriously considering joining with a third or another couple. Frustrated by a lack of serious options available to us, we never pursued it further.

Fantasy [rape play] [cnc] [mf] [mild humiliation] [tw]

This is one of my first pieces. I’m super open to criticism, both positive and constructive. I’m not a trained writer. Just a horny girl with a lot of time on her hands. Thanks Covid-19!

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I’m at a club with friends. We’ve had a long week and we need to blow off some steam. I’ve had a couple of rum and diets (I don’t like beer, when I want to dance) and I’m moving my hips and dancing.

I feel you come up behind me. At first you’re just standing there. I can feel your presence but nothing else. Then as the next song starts you place both of your hands on my hips and you pull me in close. I yell out in surprise but continue dancing and writhing. The attention was surprising but not unwelcome.

As I move my hips back and forth and make little circles I can feel the bulge in your pants growing. I would never say this out loud, but it turns me on. So much so that I can feel my pussy become slick with wetness.

First ti[M]e giving head – Exploring [M]y sexuality (bisexual)

Standard apology in advance for typos on mobile. This happened a few years ago and I’ve been dying to explore more ever since.

I was in my early twenties at the time and feeling unusually lonesome after a long, dark winter in Canada. As a tall, daily gym-goer, it wasn’t particularly difficult to attract the attention of women, but for about 6 years prior, I had been thinking about what it would be like to be with another man. The thoughts and fantasies first started coming to me like a snap out of the blue in university while on a trip abroad. I found myself only now asking myself what taboos had held me back in the past, however, and decided to see if Craigslist could help me satiate my desires (back when it still existed).

I put up a fairly timid post asking if there would be any guys around my age who might want to help me explore my curiosity slowly and discretely. I heard back from the usual plethora of thirsty guys but what caught my attention was a young, 19-year-old student home from university who seemed out of my league to the point that I thought it could be a catfish. A little bit like Zack Efron, with a swimmer’s body. After messaging for a week or so and spending nearly the entirety of that time hard in my pants at work, in the car, etc., we decided to meet up on a Saturday after skiing with my friends.

Mentioning [M]y size got my laid with my friend’s girl

I posted this a while ago and I might get shit for it here, but here goes my story anyway.

This happened some years ago while I was at community college. My friends and I were hanging out during a study session, shooting the shit over sex and our best experiences so far. We started one-upping each other as we go along with our stories, but I had very few experiences of my own at this point in my life; in fact, I just lost my virginity to my girlfriend, who I was still dating at the time. Lacking in experience, I decided to just share my size.

“I’m 7 inches”

“That’s it?!” two of them yelled.

We all laugh, keep talking shit and move on, but our girlfriends were also there and I noticed my friend’s girl glance over after I mentioned my size. A few days passed by and I get a DM from her, which I was surprised to get because we never messaged each other before. I thought she was attractive though, so I was mainly excited. A couple more days of texting passed by and we began flirting.

[FM] About the time I hooked up with a guy I met online

Hi! I’m Cindy. This is a true story about what happened between me and a guy I met online last spring. I know it’s very long but that’s because I like to write these stories to keep my memories for safe keeping. I hope it’s not boring to read and I thank you in advance for being so patient with me!

I met Nathan online after I responded to one of his posts. Nathan was fairly local to me, which is somewhat unusual because I live in a small town and his town is pretty much just down the road. I’m divorced in my early 30s and at that particular time I was happy to be free of distracting, needy men. I put my energy into my career and my social life was mostly just chatting with guys on my phone late at night from under my downy covers, just before bed. To be honest, most of the time I fell asleep very disappointed and frustrated. I never messaged guys who lived anywhere even remotely near me just because I found it boring and not really part of the fantasy! For a little while I had a friend from Australia and another friend from Europe, but these kinds of friends tend to fizzle out pretty fast when the fun stuff wears off and personalities become part of the equation. I don’t know if that makes sense but that’s my experience with online “dating” for the most part. I have an old ex boyfriend that I would hook up with from time to time after my divorce but that was around the time I really started souring on his attitude too and it’s been ages now since we connected even in text. At work I’m all professional. I’ve only ever had one fling at work but that was a long time ago even before I started college.

Never Did Get To The Pool

In hindsight, that email confirming I’d be rooming with Susan for the Christmas party was the best news I got all year. Of course, I didn’t think it was at the time; I was cursing my luck and wondering if I’d have to sleep on a lounger by the pool rather than share a room with her and whoever she’d inevitably bring back in the middle of the night. I spent three days trying to find an alternative, but nobody was dumb enough to swap with me. Thank God they didn’t.

Then, the day before we left for the hotel, an email from Simon. He was meant to be rooming with Dave, but with Dave’s wife giving birth a month early Simon now had a twin bedroom all to himself, and would I like to take the spare bed? I had to think about it; I’d wanted to taste his tongue in my mouth since I’d joined the company three years ago, but despite our regular flirting, he’d never given any indication that he might cheat on his girlfriend. Sharing a room with him and having to keep my hands to myself would be almost as bad as staying with Susan – but not quite. So I took him up on his offer and promised that the first round was on me as a thank you.