I love erotic stories and while I would never publish any, I enjoy writing them. Here's a touch from a recent one:
“Oh God, Lex, I have so missed you,” I whispered, as the elevator stopped I pulled away from his embrace, scared there might be someone on the other side of the opening door. But we were alone.
He then grabbed my hand and ushered me down a hallway into a small private room, where he took me in his arms, pressed me up against the wall, and kissed me again. After a few moments his hands slid down my back and found my skirt which he began to ride upward. In a few moments his hands were caressing my butt, and then they slipping inside my panties and fondled my bare flesh. He continued to kiss me with such passion that I could hardly breath, and I could feel his manhood hardening as it pressed against the softness of my stomach.
“Oh, God, Lex, I have so missed you,” I finally managed to gasp again. I felt overwhelmed by his presence and was being swept along by the intensity of his masculinity to which I wanted to respond with all my being.
“The feeling is mutual,” he responded quietly as he then kissed my neck. By now his hands were giving me lots of attention down there, touching me from before and behind, and it was only a matter of moments before we reached a point of no return. The door of this little room was not locked, there were people walking up and down the hospital hallway, but who cared.
I whispered in his ear, "Make love to me, Lex, for god's sake make love to me."
Heck, yeah! Love it, love it, love it. Reading is nice, and altogether, I think I've written about 4 full-blown short stories. I posted a couple to one of the now-defunct boards (Cosmo fantasies, I think), and had surprisingly good feedback. Alas, they are now lost since the board is no more. Most involve some kind of role-play/situational fantasies.
Here's a sample from one I was able to find in a saved e-mail. I call the story "Extra Credit." The flirty, just-legal schoolgirl visits after school trying to ensure a good grade on her final:
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"Okay, how about these acceleration problems?" you say, breaking the silence after not quite a minute. "Could you go over a couple of them with me?"
"Sure, come on around."
As you stand next to me, I scribble out one of the problems on the board, and work through it, asking you questions as we go.
"How about right here?" you ask, reaching out to take the chalk from my hand. You take it, then squeeze yourself between me and the chalkboard, pressing your into my crotch with too much force to be an accident, but not quite enough to be obvious. "Wouldn't that be a zero?"
"Only if it were stopping on the way up before falling down," I answer, my now fully-hardened pressing its thickness back into you. I see the smile on your face and the quick widening of your eyes.
"It's so hard," you whisper, in the ultimate double entendre.
You then turn around, facing me, mere inches of daylight between us.
"Are you sure there's not SOMMMETHING I can do for extra credit?" you coo, the seductive look back on your face again, "Just a little something to relieve the pressure?"
"After all, I'm sure you can relate," you add with a sexy smile, stepping back a little and glancing down at my straining zipper....
She could hear him, but the blindfold prevented her from seeing him. Her breath quickened as she sensed him behind her, his breath hot on her neck. He said nothing, just grabbed her wrist in his iron grasp and yanked up, forcing her to her toes. A yelp of surprise escaped her lips and she was greeted with a riding crop squarely on the backside.
“Shhhh,” he said with a growl. “Kein Wort, bis ich sage, dass Sie sprechen können.” She understood not a single word he said, but his tone spoke volumes. She felt the cold metal of the cuffs locking around her wrist and pulling her towards a wood beam overhead. He then grabbed her other wrist, more harshly than the first, and shackled it as well. This time she uttered nothing, as her skin still stung from the previous punishment. He secured each of her ankles to small iron rings welded to the floor placed far apart, so her legs were splayed.
“Gutes Mädchen. Kein Klang,” he said, rubbing the flat of the crop against the welt, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She felt her knees buckling, but she was held up by the hooks above her head. The metal bit into her flesh, but she dared not make a sound in protest. He raked his nails along her spine, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to cause her to wince.
“Schmerz ist gut. Schmerz macht Sie stark,” he whispered in her ear, his lips brushing the lobe. “Schmerz ist etwas, das Sie kontrollieren können, wenn Sie nicht schwach sind. Sind Sie schwach, wenig ein?” As he spoke, he began to rub his hands along her sides and stomach. Involuntarily she arched her back, pressing into him, cooing as she felt his hardness.
His hand wrapped in her hair and he pulled, yanking her head back. There was no controlling her anguish and she squealed. He pulled her closer to him so she was nestled against him, his hand still grasping her locks and the other on her stomach.
“Ich denke, dass Sie mögen, bestraft zu werden, die Peitsche auf Ihrem Esel zu fühlen. Ich denke, dass Sie mich mögen, Sie zu kontrollieren, der Sie meine Puppe, mein Leben fickt Puppe, nicht wahr macht?” He nibbled her neck, pinching the delicate skin between his teeth. “Ich werde meine Gebräuche aus Ihnen erhalten, und Sie werden alles mit keinen Klagen, sonst Sie schwer werden bestraft werden machen. Aber dann mögen Sie, bestraft zu werden ja?”
“Ja,” she mimicked breathlessly. She was so turned on she could feel her excitement moistening her thighs. She ached all over for wanting, almost wishing for the pain she knew to be coming, as with that pain came the intoxicating pleasure.
She opened his shirt one button at a time and she kissed and fingered every hair on his chest and she pinched his nipples and stroked his ribs and he felt the blood surge in his groin. She licked her way down and nibbled his navel and found her way there, exactly where he wanted her. Her mouth was so hot. He felt like she could consume him, one inch at a time, suck his whole body into her belly and keep him safe there.
I'm required to keep an erotic journal for my partner. It chronicles our sexual escapades. I would never post any of it on ivillage.com. I have thought about submitting some of the entries to bondage publications.
I love to read this stuff. Nothing beats 200 pages of smut while lying on the beach.
But I agree with Talbed, here...I do write, but it is always directed towards a specific person...Some of it can get very personal, so I prefer not to share.
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I love erotic stories and while I would never publish any, I enjoy writing them. Here's a touch from a recent one:
“Oh God, Lex, I have so missed you,” I whispered, as the elevator stopped I pulled away from his embrace, scared there might be someone on the other side of the opening door. But we were alone.
He then grabbed my hand and ushered me down a hallway into a small private room, where he took me in his arms, pressed me up against the wall, and kissed me again. After a few moments his hands slid down my back and found my skirt which he began to ride upward. In a few moments his hands were caressing my butt, and then they slipping inside my panties and fondled my bare flesh. He continued to kiss me with such passion that I could hardly breath, and I could feel his manhood hardening as it pressed against the softness of my stomach.
“Oh, God, Lex, I have so missed you,” I finally managed to gasp again. I felt overwhelmed by his presence and was being swept along by the intensity of his masculinity to which I wanted to respond with all my being.
“The feeling is mutual,” he responded quietly as he then kissed my neck. By now his hands were giving me lots of attention down there, touching me from before and behind, and it was only a matter of moments before we reached a point of no return. The door of this little room was not locked, there were people walking up and down the hospital hallway, but who cared.
I whispered in his ear, "Make love to me, Lex, for god's sake make love to me."
Heck, yeah! Love it, love it, love it. Reading is nice, and altogether, I think I've written about 4 full-blown short stories. I posted a couple to one of the now-defunct boards (Cosmo fantasies, I think), and had surprisingly good feedback. Alas, they are now lost since the board is no more. Most involve some kind of role-play/situational fantasies.
Here's a sample from one I was able to find in a saved e-mail. I call the story "Extra Credit." The flirty, just-legal schoolgirl visits after school trying to ensure a good grade on her final:
--
"Okay, how about these acceleration problems?" you say, breaking the silence after not quite a minute. "Could you go over a couple of them with me?"
"Sure, come on around."
As you stand next to me, I scribble out one of the problems on the board, and work through it, asking you questions as we go.
"How about right here?" you ask, reaching out to take the chalk from my hand. You take it, then squeeze yourself between me and the chalkboard, pressing your into my crotch with too much force to be an accident, but not quite enough to be obvious. "Wouldn't that be a zero?"
"Only if it were stopping on the way up before falling down," I answer, my now fully-hardened pressing its thickness back into you. I see the smile on your face and the quick widening of your eyes.
"It's so hard," you whisper, in the ultimate double entendre.
You then turn around, facing me, mere inches of daylight between us.
"Are you sure there's not SOMMMETHING I can do for extra credit?" you coo, the
seductive look back on your face again, "Just a little something to relieve the pressure?"
"After all, I'm sure you can relate," you add with a sexy smile, stepping
back a little and glancing down at my straining zipper....
--
Here is the beginning....
Mein Teil
She could hear him, but the blindfold prevented her from seeing him. Her breath quickened as she sensed him behind her, his breath hot on her neck. He said nothing, just grabbed her wrist in his iron grasp and yanked up, forcing her to her toes. A yelp of surprise escaped her lips and she was greeted with a riding crop squarely on the backside.
“Shhhh,” he said with a growl. “Kein Wort, bis ich sage, dass Sie sprechen können.” She understood not a single word he said, but his tone spoke volumes. She felt the cold metal of the cuffs locking around her wrist and pulling her towards a wood beam overhead. He then grabbed her other wrist, more harshly than the first, and shackled it as well. This time she uttered nothing, as her skin still stung from the previous punishment. He secured each of her ankles to small iron rings welded to the floor placed far apart, so her legs were splayed.
“Gutes Mädchen. Kein Klang,” he said, rubbing the flat of the crop against the welt, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She felt her knees buckling, but she was held up by the hooks above her head. The metal bit into her flesh, but she dared not make a sound in protest. He raked his nails along her spine, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to cause her to wince.
“Schmerz ist gut. Schmerz macht Sie stark,” he whispered in her ear, his lips brushing the lobe. “Schmerz ist etwas, das Sie kontrollieren können, wenn Sie nicht schwach sind. Sind Sie schwach, wenig ein?” As he spoke, he began to rub his hands along her sides and stomach. Involuntarily she arched her back, pressing into him, cooing as she felt his hardness.
His hand wrapped in her hair and he pulled, yanking her head back. There was no controlling her anguish and she squealed. He pulled her closer to him so she was nestled against him, his hand still grasping her locks and the other on her stomach.
“Ich denke, dass Sie mögen, bestraft zu werden, die Peitsche auf Ihrem Esel zu fühlen. Ich denke, dass Sie mich mögen, Sie zu kontrollieren, der Sie meine Puppe, mein Leben fickt Puppe, nicht wahr macht?” He nibbled her neck, pinching the delicate skin between his teeth. “Ich werde meine Gebräuche aus Ihnen erhalten, und Sie werden alles mit keinen Klagen, sonst Sie schwer werden bestraft werden machen. Aber dann mögen Sie, bestraft zu werden ja?”
“Ja,” she mimicked breathlessly. She was so turned on she could feel her excitement moistening her thighs. She ached all over for wanting, almost wishing for the pain she knew to be coming, as with that pain came the intoxicating pleasure.
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have written, but can't share unless you're really trying to get me booted from her for good!
Good girls are just bad girls who haven't gotten caught yet!
Here's an excerpt from a novel I'm working on ...
She opened his shirt one button at a time and she kissed and fingered every hair on his chest and she pinched his nipples and stroked his ribs and he felt the blood surge in his groin. She licked her way down and nibbled his navel and found her way there, exactly where he wanted her. Her mouth was so hot. He felt like she could consume him, one inch at a time, suck his whole body into her belly and keep him safe there.
I love to read this stuff. Nothing beats 200 pages of smut while lying on the beach.
But I agree with Talbed, here...I do write, but it is always directed towards a specific person...Some of it can get very personal, so I prefer not to share.
Pages