Erotic Story Maker Novels & Stories

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

“Tell the people watching what you want.” She was panting, her vision blurring. The words came out, husky and broken. “I… I want it. I want all of it. Fuck me. Use me.” The chat exploded with new messages. The finger in her ass withdrew, replaced by the blunt, terrifying head of a new cock. Marcus roared, driving into her pussy with a final, deep thrust. Jax shoved his cock back into her mouth, down to the base.

He reached down and circled my clit with his thumb. “Cum for us, beautiful,” he commanded softly. “Let go.” The orgasm hit me furiously. My pussy spasmed hard around Robert’s cock, milking him in rhythmic pulses. I screamed around Marcus’s cock again, my body shaking and my juices squirting slightly around Robert’s shaft. My pussy released waves of creampie, my body trembled and my toes curled into each other. Marcus pulled out, stroking himself furiously, “My turn,” he said swapping places with his father in one rough move.

He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.

“Well, aside from people in a romantic relationship usually do sweet things with each other, you are an erotic romance writer too.” I wrinkled my brows, “And?” “And that means you have experience. You can’t write something you haven’t experienced yet, right?” “Of course, I can. I write stories based from what I have read, I observed from people, and what I have watched. Writing a sex scene doesn’t mean I already had sex with someone, Natalie. Wait, do you really think I will agree to have sex with someone I am not married with?” Natalie shook her head, “O-Of course not, I-I don’t think of you like that, Sunny.”

I coated my saliva over the tip and continued massaging it. "Fuck! You know how to make one feel good, you little slut," he growled, and I continued to make him feel better by massaging and sucking his cock. His hand reached out and grabbed my breast over the top I was wearing, with nothing underneath. I was turned on myself, but pleasuring him came first, because when it came to him doing vice versa, I forgot the existence of my friend or the fact that I was doing the forbidden with her father. "Go faster!" he grumbled, pushing my head down more.

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

“Erotic romance is a difficult theme to work with, and few are the talented writers who understand the essence of the theme. I deeply respect those who write, break taboos, and surpass their barriers!” Winking at me, Patrik approached again, making me take a few steps back until I fell into the executive chair. He crouched in front of me, placing his hands on my knees. “And I'm curious about the rest of your book, Mrs. Lis… We'll work on this project every day after work, and don't worry.” Smiling seductively, he added, “Your overtime will be well rewarded.” Squeezing a little higher on my thighs, he stood up and left the room, leaving me paralyzed and excited by his words.

Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. The characters in this story are original creations of the erotic artist Shiin and appear here with his approval. In this story, like in Shiin's comics and drawings, the women are exceptionally curvy, the men are impossibly well-endowed, erections last for hours and verisimilitude is simply not relevant. If any of that is not to your liking, you might want to consider reading something else.