Ad: hiring writers for interactive story-driven mobile game. 18+ only

Hiring! Writers for the Interactive mobile story-driven game, 16+
Mystery, Fantasy, Romance

1. We develop an interactive mobile game and already have written female-centered books in form of outline, that were created by our game designers.
2. If you are confident in your dialogue writing skills + have enough imagination and love storytelling in general this ad is for you.

We provide outline 60-70 pages with all information
Average bid: ~$4k per ~62k words (volume of one book).
We have Contract, NDA, Copyright Transfer Agreement. All legal. You can mention this work in your site/portfolio/anywhere.

IMPORTANT:
US English, native English speakers only.
Portfolio with already written/published books, stories with romance and intimacy is a must.

The making of a Hotwife [mfm] [fm]

This was it. The moment was here. As I looked down at my wife she took me into her mouth as she’d done hundreds of times but there was something different this time. There were a mix of emotions in her eyes, all changing by the minute. But what I saw when we made eye contact was fear. Was this alright? Should we stop? But I looked down at her and without speaking gave her a look that calmed her and said without speaking “It’s ok, this is what we’ve talked about for months and fantasized about for years. It’s ok”.

She seemed to understand and relaxed a bit. I gave Ryan a slight nod. The look changed to excited and as he pushed into her it slowly transitioned to pleasure… yes, this is what she wanted.

But let me back up….

One of the things I had always found most interesting about my wife – puzzling really – was that she’d only had one boyfriend and a handful of dates prior to me. And she was 100% a virgin. She wasn’t religious, her parents were especially conservative and she was certainly an attractive young lady. And when asked about it her answers were a mix of no one ever asked and confidence issues that kept her from dressing sexier.

For a friend, part 3 [C & H] [MF]

Meetings. Any well-adjusted individual who works in a corporate environment long enough develops an instinctive dread at the word. Pre-meetings, post-meetings, follow-up-meetings, meetings to determine if we need meetings about meetings. It takes a special kind of sadist to wake up every day and decide that their employees’ calendars looks just a little too empty, their time just a little too free.

In my years working for The Man — or The Woman, in the case of Hayley — I’ve expended far more effort and energy trying to get out of meetings than I have actually attending them. I’m rarely successful.

My latest campaign ended in the failure I have come to expect. Hayley listened patiently as I listed reason after reason why I would be better off lobotomizing myself with a pencil than I would be joining her on the inaugural call of our new internal standards committee (ISC for short, since nothing is really official without a proper initialism). It was a compelling argument, rife with expert pantomime of pencil-into-brain mechanics. When I finished she nodded and said, “You think I want to join? If I have to go, so do you.”

Vacation

Marshall had just gotten home from his final business trip of the month, his boss was ecstatic with the job he had done and gave him the calender month for vacation time. The house was clean and everything was well organized, he had called Sarah on his way home from the airport, the live in maid he hired a couple weeks back when he started traveling more. His daughter, Amber, had gone off to college last summer and she called him and asked if he could give her best friend some work as she did her college classes online, giving it thought he knew he wouldn’t be around to keep everything clean and take care of his two cats.

Taking his shoes off at the door he loosened his tie, walked into the kitchen to see Sarah in a crop top and pajama shorts, her ginger hair up in a bun and her glasses were sitting on the counter next to her. She has an apron she brought with her on with ‘kiss the cook’ written on it in a fancy font. Sarah looked up and smiled, putting on her glasses to see him better. Marshall sat down at the breakfast bar, drinking from the glass of dark liquid in front of him, an ice cubes swirling around it. The taste of whiskey filled his mouth.

Roll Play Fun With [M]y Wi[F]e: The Office Assistant [Long, but fun and hot]

The following is a role play scenario my wife and I acted out that immediately became one of my most enjoyable sex sessions ever. My “desk” was really a tray table and my living room couch, but use your imagination and enjoy…maybe even use parts of it in your next role play.

I was working feverishly in my office on a presentation with a rapidly approaching deadline when I heard a soft knock at the door.

“Come in,” I answered.

The door slowly opened and in came the office assistant, looking sexy as ever, but timid about approaching my desk even though I had called her in. She stopped by the door, letting it close behind her.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” she asked sheepishly.

“Yes,” I replied rather forcefully. “I’m under a lot of pressure to have this presentation done as soon as possible and there are some clerical tasks I need done that I’ve had on the back burner for days. If you can do them for me it’ll help me relax and focus.”

“Of course, sir. I’ll do anything you need.”

Threesome Rules [MMF]

This is part two of my threesome in Las Vegas last weekend with Penny and Pat. It is written by Penny….

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As I begin to write about what happened when the three of us got inside the hotel room I realized that it seems like it was planned or staged which in a way it was. In the weeks leading up to the trip the three of us spoke in depth about the ‘rules’, our boundaries and our turn ons. Although, after the three of us got along so well in the pool, and Dave’s experience I think it probably would have gone the same anyway.

Having an extra guy has been a fantasy of Pat and I for years. We’ve both spoken about it a lot. For me, the idea of watching Pat with another guy is probably the hottest fantasy I have. For Pat, watching me with another guy as well as having me ‘spit roasted’ (Pat and a guy both fucking me and me sucking the other off) is his fantasy. And… Pat

I think it shows how amazing Pat and I are together when both our fantasies are of the other person.

[MF] My “Daddy” Made My Rape Fantasy Come True

Hi! My name is Cortney. I’m 21 and I love to run, watch awful TV, and be a good girl for my Master and Daddy, Dave. I’ve been with him for almost 2 years, and I’ve really loved it. While I’ve never shared my stories to many people, mostly because of his wishes to keep things relatively private, what happened last night was so special that I begged him to let me share it. I’m not new to writing this kind of stuff – I love to write dirty things and Dave allows me to have fun with writing things online.

My Daddy has been an amazing enabler and controller of my sexuality, and I love to please him and he is very patient with me when it comes to my kinks and my desires. While we engage in pretty rough play where he dominates me frequently, one of my deepest kinks was to engage in a very real rape roleplay. We’ve tried it with the two of us, but it just didn’t feel the same – I recognized his face, his touch, and it just didn’t fulfill that need in me. He had always promised me that he would arrange something one day where he would find someone to take me. He’s never been shy about sharing me with his close friends, and I of course obeyed.

[MMF] Cheating, Squared

My first attempt. 100% true (the dialogue isn’t always word for word, I’m not rainman) and I have plenty of stories like this, so if theres demand, I’ll be happy to share more of my experiences with everyone. IAlso stats if anyone cares, 6’5” broad shouldered Viking blood type frat dude. I do also do most of my writing for standup, but girls have always told me my dirty talk was exceptional, and I lurk here allot, so here it goes. I’m not really a photographer or videographer but again if theres demand, maybe I could start doing that, though writing will always be my preferred medium. Please forgive typos.

My filthiest fantasy [MMMMMMMMMMMMNB]

(btw NB stands for non binary)

This one gets my clit throbbing.

I am in a room bent over some sort of support with my hands tied behind my back. There are 6 men in front of me and 6 men behind me. They are all jerking off.

The first guy behind me comes up to me. He spits on his cock and slides it in my cunt quickly. He and I gasp loudly at the same time.

Soon after, the first guy in front of me comes up to me, grabs my hair, shoves his cock down my throat and starts facefucking me.

It doesn’t take me long to cum (twice) because of the anticipation. It doesn’t take the guys long either. The guy in front of me shoots his cum down my throat and leaves. The guy behind me spurts his semen all inside me as he lets out a loud groan and leaves, leaving me nice and lubed up for the next one.

Round 2.

My filthiest fantasy

This one gets my clit throbbing.

I am in a room bent over some sort of support with my hands tied behind my back. There are 6 men in front of me and 6 men behind me. They are all jerking off.

The first guy behind me comes up to me. He spits on his cock and slides it in my cunt quickly. He and I gasp loudly at the same time.

Soon after, the first guy in front of me comes up to me, grabs my hair, shoves his cock down my throat and starts facefucking me.

It doesn’t take me long to cum (twice) because of the anticipation. It doesn’t take the guys long either. The guy in front of me shoots his cum down my throat and leaves. The guy behind me spurts his semen all inside me as he lets out a loud groan and leaves, leaving me nice and lubed up for the next one.

Round 2.