Erotica writer currently taking custom kink commissions, fetish friendly!

Hello! I am currently taking orders for custom kink/fetish literature commissions! Have someone you cannot help but think about fucking? Have a fetish you are dying to have played out? I may just be the gal you’re looking for!

I am happy to indulge your kinks, fetishes, fantasies; Whatever turns you on, I’m thrilled to write. My hard limits include children, animals, and rape.

Every story is custom typed for you to meet your every desire. My rates are on a client to client basis & are based on kinks, as well as length.

Below I will share snippet of a story I wrote for a client, this way you can get a taste of my writing style & see if I am someone whose work you’d get pleasure from reading.

If you are interested I would love to talk with you. Email: [lilithkmae@gmail.com](mailto:lilithkmae@gmail.com)

Yours,

LM

Upon request, I pull my vibrator out of the box, sitting it on his asshole. I turn it on, giving him a slight preview of his fantasy. Sliding it up and down his taint, gently massaging his prostate.. Bringing him to full erection. My goal after getting him erect is to milk his prostate, giving him the ultimate pleasure. Between his moans and seeing pre-cum drip from his penis as he sits on all fours, I realize that I am completing my job.

Fulfilling A Christmas Wish [M/F] [Mdom] [Rape fantasy] [Cheating]

My second story! A reminder that this is rape fantasy between two consenting adults, but of course trigger warning regardless. As with the first story, I’m blending fact and fiction, so no need to try to dissect if this is made up or not. Parts are, and parts aren’t. This is just for fun for myself and those who might enjoy it. Feel free to leave feedback!

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I’ve always enjoyed sexting. Coming up with sexy scenarios and telling someone what I want to do to them has always turned me on. I love painting a picture in my partner’s head of all the dirty things I would do to them if we were actually in the same room together. Often, I’ve done this with strangers online on Omegle, or here on reddit. Other times it has been with girlfriends while I’m away from them either for the night or for a trip. On the rare occasion, I’ve been lucky enough to do this with just regular friends.

The Cost of Doing Business [MF] [Coworkers] [Pregnant]

Why did it have to be her? They just had to assign her to this project so that I’d get stuck late at work with her, alone. I would have had a hard enough time concentrating because of the lack of sleep, but this? The walking, talking amalgamation of all my biggest fetishes? She’s not only a co-worker, but now she’s married: double the forbidden lust. And tall! Six feet! I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be with someone closer to my six foot six. But those at least are normal. Who hasn’t shot a glance at a co-worker, right? I could deal with the height, but it’s this new fetish that’s putting me over the edge.

Why are some men attracted to pregnant women anyway? Isn’t the whole point of attraction supposed to be procreation? If they’re already pregnant, the whole is thing biologically pointless. Sure, it shows they’re fertile, but… fuck. she. is. hot. Her tits used to be somewhere around a C or a D, but now… DD at minimum. They look great on her frame. When did she say her due date was? Two, maybe three more months? I don’t think I can stand it for the rest of today, much less several months.

Wild public hookup with Reddit stranger [FM] [Str8] [exh] [Mdom]

Our relationship before we even met was intense. He commented on a photograph of mine on gonewild – me in a pair of high waisted panties, kneeling, without a top or a bra. The caption was ‘what would you do to me ’ his response was this:

*I would put you on your back and push your knees up to your chest with one hand. I’d spit on the other and finger you until your eyes rolled back in your head. At that point I’d let you beg me for my cock and when I was ready I’d use it to stretch you open*

Needless to say I was charmed and wet all at once. The romance, lacking a better word, bloomed. We would exchange messages several times a day, mostly him saying what he would do and me blushing and giggling. He asked for custom pictures and I obliged. Showing him whatever he wanted, as long as he kept telling me what would happen. He lived across an ocean but this week he came to my city.

Meeting a high-class escort for a nylon footjob [MF] [M30, F22]

I was staying in London for 2 nights last week. The first night I was out with friends, while the second I planned to relax in the hotel. Unfortunately for me, on day 2 I attended a meeting with a client, and one of his colleagues attended. She was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. A sleek, fitted black suit, black patent heels, and grey opaque tights. My eyes were falling to her legs far too regularly. I thought she must have noticed. Her face was a pretty sight – she couldn’t have been older than 25 – but her legs were the real draw for me. I sat in the meeting fantasising about fucking her feet in those tights.

After the meeting, I went to another meeting, but still couldn’t get her out of my head. The tights were matte grey, and beautifully accentuated her toned legs. She had really slim thighs and small, slim feet. Her blonde hair was perfectly set and her smile was infectious. It had been a long time from a girl had such an immediate effect on me. I knew I had no chance – her boss is one of my biggest clients, and, well…how does one approach a woman and say, “will you please give me a footjob?” It’s just not the done thing.

A Game of Depravity [Part 7]

The rolled up magazine barely stung when it smack against the supple flesh of her ass, but it had less to do with pain than it did control of the moment. Daniel had taken something Mina had been teasing him about and used it to keep her quiet.

Though, when he brought the roll down against her reddened skin she let out a little yelp. Again, not out of plain, but due to the sheer pleasure derived from having him so urgently taking what he needed.

The very moment Daniel walked through the door after returning from the convention he had her pressed against the door. She might not have said goodbye to him, but greedily welcomed him home. It was visceral, their clawing need. When he kissed her shoulder he lift imprints. When she scratched his back she left lines.

Suddenly it this thing between them became about fitting in as much as they could as he prepared for his tour. It equally became urgent for them to make up for lost time.

Another Dare from the Husband [FM]

I think my husband got energized by reading the responses on the last post. Last night we were walking home from my friend Annie’s who lives right down the street and he casually asked Truth or Dare in that voice he has that shows he has an awesome dare.

We’d just had great dinner and a drinks with friends and we’re walking down a suburban street so I was doubting he’d go nuts, so I said Dare.

“I dare you to wear this the rest of the walk home,” he was smiling and he dug out a small remote control vibrator from his camera bag. It was ribbed and shaped like a lowercase T.

I asked him where he got that. Amazon. Oh ok.

So, not wanting to face a punishment by turning down a dare, I said sure. I stepped behind an SUV parked on the street asked him to spit on it and worked the corkscrew shaped, blue vibrator inside of me while he laughed. The porch light of the house came on, and I pulled my undies up and smoothed down my dress quickly as we walked away from the house.

NSFW Lost Expedition 1/5 – [Would love to know what you think!]

and now the walls have softly dissolved away
and the tumbling white shoreline is pulling the glorious reflected blue sky up onto the sand… pulling it and letting it go hush by hush. The word is fantasy.

My heart is beating fast. We’d just finished a successful hunt and our guards were down when the sleek bodies of the amazons revealed themselves from the jungle. There were six males in our party and all of us knew that we were now at the mercy of these beautiful lithe huntresses. They knew how to treat their prey, slyly threatening us under our loincloths with wickedly sharp knives. The girls bound our wrists behind our backs, exposing our well muscled chests to the tropical sun, and led us to their campsite. They were virtually naked, clad in flimsy white cloth underwear that contrasted with their moist bronze skin. The amazons wore nothing else save for their hunting bows, the quivers of arrows bouncing lightly off their hips with each confident, graceful step, nets, and with hunting knives firmly strapped to their long smooth thighs. They had an excruciating effect on the men. Six lengths of masculine flesh were thickening, reacting under our loincloths. I bit my lip when I saw one of the huntresses coyly reach under one man’s loincloth, and pull him relentlessly forward with a smirk on her face.

[MF] New Years fling and teaching/corrupting the innocent

This story is completely true, at least to the best of my memory. It *was* a few years ago, around this time of year, so I’m sure I’m misremembering some of it, but a lot of it I remember incredibly vividly. It came to mind last night, when out at a brewery, I saw a girl that reminded me of her and I was reminiscing *hard* the rest of the night. It’s long on situational stuff, so I put a break in when it gets good.

(Name changed obviously) Becca was a friend of a friend, and recently started hanging out with our extended friend group. It didn’t take long to find out why she was coming around, even though she had been in our city for a few years/worked with people I knew friends the entire time. At 24, she had gotten married to the guy she dated all the way through college, the only guy she had ever been with, and less than a year later (or as I found out recently, also on their honeymoon! Douche), he was cheating on her, got caught and was moving in with the other woman. So we welcomed her into our group with open arms. As one of the few single guys in the group (after getting out of my own long relationship), I was happy to have a other single girl around, and flirted with her liberally, even if I didn’t think it would go anywhere. She was incredibly cute – a super petite, blonde/blue eyed, an adorable girl next door fantasy.

Academy of Fetishes v1.01 released! Hay, how’s it going? [Choose your gender, everyone else is female]

#About the game

[Academy of Fetishes](https://www.patreon.com/AcademyOfFetishes) is a text-based game you can play in the browser and download to your computer. You are the principal of Saint Mary’s, a financially ruined all-female college. Fortunately, an anonymous benefactor offers to keep the school afloat so long as the students and teachers perform lewd acts.

When you start, the students and teachers are reluctant. But the longer you play, the more they break out of their shell and show you how twisted and perverted they really are.

If a kink exists, I want a scene of it in the game (with some rare exceptions). But, I respect the fact that not everyone is into everything. That’s why the game will progress down the path you want to take. Don’t like Futanari? That’s fine! There will be a tech tree of sorts and you can choose to avoid that path and still beat the game.

Let me know of your favorite fetish/fantasy and I’ll see if I can put it in the game for you!

Here’s my patreon: https://www.patreon.com/AcademyOfFetishes If you want to see the full list of fetishes, it’ll be on that page.