Hey, my name is Shawn and I run a book publishing business. I am looking into buying people’s old erotica stories. At the present moment, I have several stories that I have purchased and I’m always looking to add more to my collection. In attempt to find more opportunities, I thought I would contact authors on reddit. Are any of you looking to sell any of your stories that are currently published or unpublished? I’m interested in buying them for whatever price you’re looking for + we can also discuss a profit share agreement where you get a % of the revenue generated from your stories. Thanks.
Tag: Gay
A Highschool Affair [teacher, student, cheating, caught, straight, lesbian] 1/2
This is a story about a gay girl that discovers she isn’t gay… then discovers she is gay… then realizes that she is just bi, but is not really sure. Confused yet? I know I was. That girl was me.
I was eighteen years old, and summer break was just about over. A new school year was beginning ,yet unlike most people, I was excited. Not for the reasons one could imagine, however.
I was a lesbian. At least I thought I was since I had never been attracted to the opposite sex. My room was plastered with pictures of girls, and my internet history flooded with lesbian porn. My parents figured out when I was younger that I was gay, and I believed them. It made sense, so how could I argue it? My parents were incredibly supportive, and I felt truly blessed.
That’s actually a lie. I was attracted to one man. However, to avoid crossing into another category, I’m going to omit that part. I never told my parents about this one man though. So they were convinced I was a lesbian. Anyway…
Naked Housework- Woman likes to clean in the nude
I’m a bit of a closet naturist. I’d never go nude in public, not even on a nude beach or at a nudist camp, but at home I have a tendency to shed my clothes. Why not? There’s no-one there to see me and I find it liberating. I do all my housework nude.
I’m not careless about my nudity. A certain natural modesty prevents that. I keep a slip-on housedress available on a peg next to the front door. It’s the work of a moment to put it on before answering the door. If I have visitors who are actually going to come into the house I take a moment to slip into my bedroom for some underwear.
Currently I was in the kitchen doing a bit of cooking, listening to the radio and trying to keep one ear peeled for the door-bell. I’ve been expecting a package for several days now, and I’ve been bugging the postman about it. He has to deliver it to the door because he needs to get a signature. I have stressed several times that the package is important and that I need it.
Perks of being an immigrant(perhaps?) [MM]
So, this is something that happened 2 weeks ago. As the title suggests, I am an immigrant student residing in Victoria, BC currently pursuing my masters in the university while doing a part time job as a computing assistant in a small local business. My name is Alex, half Asian and half Brit, I’m 5’11 with slim-average build, a good 7 inchers and also I am a vers.
Back to the encounter, the work load was minimal after the turn of year so I decided to go back onto Grindr for a random hookup. It was long before my mobile buzzed, I had a text from a teen guy who lived in the same apartment (for safety reasons lets call him ‘Tim’. Tim is also an immigrant and we were studying in the same university. Tim is 6’1, a bit athletic bod, black with a cute face and a 8.5-9 inch tool.) So, I replied him within a few minutes and we had hit on, we talked a lot, exchanged some pics and exchanged our phone numbers.
Jen’s strapon part 2 (mf pegging, mm gay)
[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/l3s84j/jens_strapon_pegging_mf/)
Jen got behind me on the couch and wrapped her legs around me and opened her phone and told me we were going to make some ads. (This was in the days of craigslist).
She slipped her hand into my shorts and felt my small erection.
“Which one should we start with?” She moved her hand to my taint and pressed towards my ass. I told her either. “Here you write it and I’ll encourage you”.
She handed me her phone and moved her other hand through my legs to my ass and used her other one to take my dick out. She was grinding me a little from behind and kissing my neck and ears.
I began to write. “Hot girl seeks cute guy to peg”.
“In front of her bitch boyfriend” she whispered. I edited the title.
“What do you want him to look like?” I asked. She told me it was my fantasy and to write what I wanted.
“Athletic soccer type body, clean, and clean shaven, must have muscles and look good naked, decent cock, cut”.
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**February 2021 Theme: Walk of Shame**
The Walk of Shame, or rather the Stride of Pride, happens to the best of us. For some, it’s embarrassing. For others, it’s empowering. You’re a fish out of water, dressed completely inappropriately for the time of day. Club dress, high heels. Or perhaps a wrinkled suit and trousers. Share your Walk of Shame story and tell us all how you felt.
sucked a professor in the english building bathroom. [MM]
before i begin, this was pre covid times; around November 2018; my freshman year of college. i’m 20, gay, bottom and now a junior in college. so that day had been super stressful with school and i had no intention of ever doing anything sexual with someone else. most people leave campus around 5-6; not a lot of students have night classes. i really needed to rub one out from the amount of school work i had. too much stress equals a personal need for sexual release.
i always remembered the english building being very desolate after a certain time so i decided to work my way over there. at this point, i’m almost there and i’ve only seen one other student on campus which gives sends a wave of excitement throughout my body. as i walked into the english building, i noticed that there was no one in the halls or classrooms. my dick was throbbing at this point with pent up testosterone. i flee to the nearest bathroom so i can get to stroking.
i love it when she calls me daddy [FF]
First time posting here — I’m madly in love rn and I want to document some of my favorite memories with this girl. Names have been changed but everything in here is almost exactly as they happened. Rather long because I like the build, so I thought I might as well share in a public space.
Sex starts after the ###
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“*Fuck*, daddy,” she moans in my ear, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. I immediately still my motions and look at her in surprise. I mentioned it once, briefly, that being called daddy is one of my favorite kinks, but I didn’t think she’d even remember that I told her.
“Damn, baby,” I reply, tracing my fingers against her wet pussy lips. “Had no idea you remembered that.”
“Of course I did!” she responds. She’s got this mischievous grin on her face and says, “I’ve just been waiting for the right moment to say it.”
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Kim and I have known each other for about 6 months now. We met at a friend’s birthday dinner last year, back when outdoor dining was still allowed in LA, through our mutual friend Hannah.
Band Practice Part 1 [m/m] [1st time][oral]
When I was a Junior in Highschool, I had a friend in band with me named Jason. He and I played trombone together and he was the section lead that year, cause he was the only senior we had. Living where we did, Band actually was a big deal, if only because football was such a bigger one. We took our marching seriously, and started working on it as soon as we were allowed. That’s a lot of hot summers, marching on blacktop for hours at a time.
When we started that year, Jason and I got together and made a decision. Unlike the other sections of our band, we’d make sure the freshmen players never had to walk back to the band hall after field practice. It made us pretty popular with the underclassmen. It also made me feel pretty good, like I had a part in making the band better for at least a few people.
Lighting Her Fire – The real life experience of a guy trying to coax a faithful, loving, wife into [consensual] cuckoldry.…(Chapter Six)
**’I think I’m over sex now.’ – 11/07/2020**
I’ve become more and more paranoid that there is something going on. Our sex life has taken a real dive now. We rarely have sex and when we do Sarah is clearly not into it. She just wants it over with as quickly as possible.
She is messaging a lot more than usual.
She is out a lot at odd times. To run, or to walk with a friend. I never see these friends. Sometimes after returning, she is flushed, red faced, and elated. She will schedule a time for a run, or walk, and then change it, and change it again, or even cancel it. When they are cancelled her moods are appalling.
I tell myself that her behavior, mood changes, and lack of interest in sex are due to the stresses and strains of life in lock down. My paranoia says different. It relentlessly pesters me. Its even got me picking her panties out of the wash basket to inspect them for evidence of infidelity. I’ve noticed that she often runs in her sexiest panties. On those occasions the panties always get scurried straight into the wash on her return home.