Custom Erotica writer

Hey everyone. I am a reasonably experienced writer with a decent background in erotica and fantasy. I’m currently open to commissions. My goal when working on commissions is to make you as happy with the end product as possible and I am happy to cater to almost all kinks and quirks. I like to work with you on the details and try to make it as tailored and specific to what turns you on as I possibly can.

If you’re interested in commissioning a story, or talking to me about a potential idea you have for one, feel free to drop me a message. I work reasonably quickly, and depending on demand can usually have a first draft to you within a week, with edits and rewrites done ideally one or 2 days after you send them to me.

My usual rate is £0.03 a word, but for stories longer than 5000 words I’m happy to negotiate on price and am willing to have a little wiggle room once the price passes £100.

I hope to hear from some of you soon! If you are interested in seeing some of my work, or reading previous commissions before requesting a story yourself please let me know.

Kiss Me – Sex with a Stranger Can Be Sheer Poetry

Katia would never cheat on her husband, but secretly she wanted to.

She glanced at the clock on her bedside table. Its bright red numerals stared back at her: 11:00 p.m. Grant slept soundly beside her, lightly snoring. If she was going to get some sexual satisfaction, it looked like she would have to take matters into her own hands. Again.

She pulled out her laptop, plugged in her headphones, and opened her browser. It was still open on porn from the previous night. She really should be more careful. She clicked on the search bar, preternaturally conscious of Grant’s measured breathing. She began typing.

*wife porn*

A familiar tingle stirred between her legs. She looked at Grant, looked back at the screen, and arrowed the cursor back to the beginning of the search.

*cheating wife porn*

She had to close her eyes a moment and let the thrill of anticipation wash over her. This was wrong on so many levels. She’d never actually cheat on her husband, whom she loved dearly and would never want to hurt. This was her compromise. And it hurt nobody. She had to keep reminding herself that. Virtual infidelity was a victimless crime.

[MF] One thing leads to another? Part 1

Previously,

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/er3z0v/mf_the_best_movie_date_of_my_life/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/er3z0v/mf_the_best_movie_date_of_my_life/)

**The next development is kind of messy. If you are not into emotional mangles, don’t read further. Normal service would resume in later parts. Tune in then.**

After I returned from Sud’s place, I was riding a two big cumshot wave. I felt light and happy. It was early by my grad school sleep time standards. So I cracked open a cold one and started working. I was getting so close to finishing school. There was so much to look forward to. I was excited!

I was in flow for 2 hours.

When I checked my phone after I was done for the day, it was full of whatsapp notifications. Sud had flooded me with msgs. I had not noticed at all. It was 1 AM so I was contemplating, if I should call her at all. But she was online and the moment she noticed the blue ticks, she sent another text.

Sud: I need to talk.

Me: Ok. What’s up?

Sud: I will call.

The phone vibrated

Me: Hey, what’s up?

Sud: I want to talk to you.

Me: Yes, we are talking.

Bindi Irwin and Jennifer Lawrence’s adventures in bestiality. [FF, Ff, beast, cum-swap, piss, anal, ass-to-mouth, strap-on]

disclaimer: this story is purely fiction; a work of parody. it is not in any way meant to depict, represent, or portray the real selves of the celebrities it stars. once again: the story is purely fantasy.

just perfect, bindi thought, tears running down her face as she stared at her reflection in the hotel mirror. here she was, 21 years of age, on her wedding night… unhappier than she’d ever been in her life.

her husband was wonderful. this was not his fault. he was kind, loving, and attentive; their relationship was happy and their wedding had brought flutters into her heart. she truly loved him, and he loved her too. but that wasn’t the problem.

for her whole life, bindi had harbored… what some might term unnatural desires. ironic, because the animals she fantasized about fucking were nothing BUT natural. throughout her entire time on earth she and her family had worked with animals, helping them, helping people understand them, and she was proud of her work, genuinely and truly – she wouldn’t change a single thing.

Bindi Irwin and Jennifer Lawrence’s adventures in bestiality. [FF, Ff, beast, cum-swap, piss, anal, ass-to-mouth, strap-on]

disclaimer: this story is purely fiction; a work of parody. it is not in any way meant to depict, represent, or portray the real selves of the celebrities it stars. once again: the story is purely fantasy.

just perfect, bindi thought, tears running down her face as she stared at her reflection in the hotel mirror. here she was, 21 years of age, on her wedding night… unhappier than she’d ever been in her life.

her husband was wonderful. this was not his fault. he was kind, loving, and attentive; their relationship was happy and their wedding had brought flutters into her heart. she truly loved him, and he loved her too. but that wasn’t the problem.

for her whole life, bindi had harbored… what some might term unnatural desires. ironic, because the animals she fantasized about fucking were nothing BUT natural. throughout her entire time on earth she and her family had worked with animals, helping them, helping people understand them, and she was proud of her work, genuinely and truly – she wouldn’t change a single thing.

Experimenting with a fantasy

My wife(33) and I(32) have recently discovered that we are both very much turned on by the fantasy of sharing her with another man/men. It all started a few weekends ago when her and I were hanging out at home after taking some edibles, I don’t recall exactly how it came up but I was talking about how hot I think she is and how I love the sounds and faces she makes while we’re fucking and how I wish I could see her in action from a different angle. She asked what I meant, like if we were to set up a camera(we already make videos but shot from a first person perspective) or to watch another man fuck her.
At the sound of that my cock got extremely hard and I felt a little embarrassed. My hard on was quite visible to her and she asked again; do you want to watch another man fuck me? I swallowed hard, I said “I don’t know? I hadn’t really thought about it before but hearing you say it is making me so fucking hard! Maybe I do? Maybe I want to fuck you with him? Is that weird?”
She looked at me for a moment before replying, “I don’t think it’s weird. If it’s something you want to try I will, I love you.”
I told her I loved her too and took her by the hand and led her to our bedroom and told her to strip. She obeyed silently with a small smile on her face. I told her to lie down on the bed as I grabbed a blind fold and dildo from our toy drawer. I slipped the blindfold over her eyes as I began to kiss her and run my hands all over her body.
I spread her legs and licked my fingers and rubbed it all over the tip of the dildo before slowly sliding it inside her. She moaned softly as it entered her already very wet pussy. I began slowly fucking her with the dildo as I stroked my raging hard cock. I repositioned myself so I could continue to fuck her with the dildo and put my cock in her mouth. She began moving her hips in sync with my hand getting wetter, muffled moans escaping from her cock filled mouth. I asked her if she liked having her mouth and pussy filled with cock at the same time she tried answer but my cock muffled her response. I asked again at the same time increasing the intensity of the dildo fucking her now drenched pussy. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and gasped “Yes! Don’t stop!” Before putting my cock back in her mouth. I told her she was a Good Girl and pushed my cock even further down her throat. We moved in one rhythmic motion, my cock and dildo sliding in and out of her wet holes as she gyrated her hips and moaned.
“Are you going to cum on his cock?” I asked her.
She took my cock from her mouth and caught her breath, “Am I allowed to cum on his cock? Do you want me to?”
“I want you cover his cock with your cum, my little slut!” I boomed back.
Before I the words had exited my mouth she began cumming. It started low and gutteral before raising in pitch as it intensified, her body shook and through the dildo I could feel her pussy clenching down on the toy. “You’re such a good girl,” I said “You have no idea how incredibly hot and sexy you are!” I leaned in and kissed her deeply, the dildo still burried inside her but now motionless.
We continued to kiss deeply and passionately as I removed the cum covered dildo and repositioned myself to enter her.
I began fucking her hard, the sound of her wet happy pussy and her loud moans like music to my ears. “Does the thought of being shared with other men excite you babe?” I whispered in her ear.
“So much! Does it turn you on too?” She asked between moans.
“Yes! You’re so fucking sexy! I want to watch another man fuck you hard and fill your pussy with his cum!” I panted as I continued to hammer her wet pussy.
“Really?! You’ll let me have his cum too?!” She gasped, climaxing again at the thought.
“Only after I have. Do you want to be filled now?” I asked still pounding away at her wet fuck hole.
“Give me cum! Please! It belongs to me! Give me all of it! Please fill your good girl!” She moaned digging her nails into my back and wrapping her legs tightly around me.
“Here you go slut! Take all my cum!” I grunted, burying my cock as deep as possible in her pussy and exploding inside her. She moaned loudly in response to my cock emptying my balls inside her. I collapsed next her huffing and puffing.
“Thank you for the cum. I love you.” She said softly nuzzling into my neck.
“I love you too, you are the epitome of sexy. My perfect slut.” I responded, kissing her deeply. We lied in each others’ embrace silently, kissing and cuddling before falling asleep.

[FM] A married man, a stranger, and a sore jaw.

First time posting. Recently went through a breakup and I’ve had a few wild rebound nights lately. Been thinking about them a lot and I found this community so I wanted to share. I was visiting my parents for my mother’s bday and I got stuck here because of the virus situation. My boss has banned me from getting on a plane and is making everyone work remotely. So, I’m sitting in my old bedroom, horny and I really needed to tell somebody, anybody, what a slut I am.

Anyway, I’m new around here (hello!), but not new to being a slut. At the impressionable age of fourteen I talked some shit, got in trouble, ended up on my knees, and wrapped my lips around the first real cock I’d ever seen. I was instantly hooked. The rush of letting go. The power of one good lick. It was intoxicating, and I fell right off the deep end. Right away, I loved the mix of emotions; the feeling of willingly submitting to a man solely for his pleasure, being looked down on as a toy, talked down to, used…all while being in complete control. I was the one on my knees, but they were the ones begging. I was the one with hands in my hair, being grabbed and groped…but they were the ones who couldn’t live without. It was nirvana, and I sure as hell took advantage. Many, many cocks have found their way to the back of my throat.

Across the Hall part 5

Chapter 5

If John had known Sarah hadn’t been joking about the “full day of shopping”, he would have gone for seconds.

It was damn near dinner time when the girls got back and factoring in the hour of time it took for them to get ready, he was more than a little grumpy. The promised sex day had been false advertisement.

But when they appeared in the living room after their hour of prep time, he had to admit it, the sight of his wife in a skimpy little black dress and fuck-me heels was well worth the wait. And while he felt a little guilty about imagining Sarah in their last romp in the kitchen, he couldn’t deny the fact that Sarah looked just as good in her equally slutty red dress.

The plan had been a nice dinner and then a club–or three. The “nice restaurant” ended up being what John would call a small plate big check type of establishment. It was a place that wasn’t on his top anything list, but Katie had been adamant about it. It was his birthday and, apparently more importantly, Sarah had had a crappy few days and needed some cheering up.

Wife blew me in front of our (open) hotel room door [MF]

I posted this story in a different subreddit a short time ago, but I feel like this is a better place for it, so here goes.

The wife and I were travelling recently, and as you do we got a little frisky in our hotel room. Truth be told, I initially wasn’t really feeling in the mood, but she was determined to get some. So she had an idea. Let’s open the room door and she’d give me a blow job in the little hallway to our room. Great, I thought. Let’s do it. Might be fun. However, I underestimated how far she was willing to go.

I went to the door and held it slightly ajar to stop it from closing, and waited for her to get to business. Apparently that wasn’t what she meant. She pulled the door open completely and got on her knees. Anyone walking past our door would have gotten a full view of the action. As would have the guest in the room opposite ours if they suddenly left their room. That didn’t happen, but I have a fantasy that they were watching us through the peephole in their door the whole time.

A night to start something new [FFM][bdsm][Fdom][Fsub][Mdom][Oral]

/u/solfalami and I have been playing more and more lately. She’s already posted a couple of stories, one a fantasy and one a reality, about us, so I decided I’d post my own story starring her. It was inspired by her date last night with a lady and how she described the wonder of getting to touch someone as beautiful as another woman.

Natalie and I sat on the couch. Our arms were over each others shoulders, we were leaned towards each other, and our fingers were gently stroking across various bits of each other’s bodies. Sometimes an elbow, sometimes a location much more severe.

“I can’t wait for her to get here, you told her how I wanted her dressed?” asked Natalie.

“Of course, I want to take a picture as soon as she gets here.”

Fortuitous timing, for just at that moment there was a knock at the door. I went to open it, and as I swung the door open I saw she was perfect, every detail was correct.