Erotic Writer Novels & Stories

“And if someone walks in right now... they’ll see you like this. Bent over my desk, tits out, my fingers buried in your cunt.” The words hit her like a wave, the imagined scene, a colleague’s shocked face, the scandal, making her clench around him. She moaned louder, then clapped a hand over her mouth. Footsteps passed right outside the door. Her body tensed, orgasm building fast from the sheer adrenaline. He pulled his fingers free, replacing them with the blunt head of his cock. He rubbed it along her slit, teasing her entrance, coating himself in her arousal. “Beg for it,” he whispered, one hand still playing with her breast, twisting the nipple just right.

DAMON His hands spread my legs wider, and I can feel his breath on my most intimate parts. I’m already wet, already aching for him. “Look at you,” he groans. “So wet for me already. Did wearing this lingerie turn you on, little wolf? Knowing I’d see you in it?” “Yes,” I whimper. “Good girl.” Then his tongue is on me and I cry out. He licks a long, slow stripe up my center, from my clit to my entrance and back down. Taking his time, savoring me.

The only person who knows is Maddie. I check the stats, engagements, and fresh comments on my latest post like I always do. The comments are the same old shit. “Good writing, but not strong enough erotic content. Maybe stick to romance instead.” “Grow some self-awareness! Not everyone can write erotica.” “Bet this writer has never even seen a dick in her life.” I fight to keep my face neutral instead of cursing out loud and pulling my hair like I usually do in private. The last comment stings because it isn’t entirely wrong. But who says virgins can’t write damn good erotica?

Punctuated by lyrical and rhythmic verses, a short story or essay can easily captivate the imagination of the readers. Among the Myanmar writers who have grasped the elegance of the written words was essayist Maung Yint Mar(Kyaung Kone). He was the latest winner of the National Literary Award for Essays. But citations and awards were not stranger to Maung Yint Mar. He had also won one of the prestigious literary prizes titled the Sar-Pay- Beik-Man literary awards twice for his short story collections. Maung Yint Mar waded into the literary world in the early 1980swith the publication of his short story, A-Chit-See-Sar (Romantic Twilight) in Pathein (formerly known as Bassein) College Magazin

I love contracts, because with them everything is written down, and I can use it as proof, because she will have signed her sentence without escape from the beginning. He had already fucked Erika several times from behind, while looking at her, he could feel her scent and her moans from the strong gallop she had received, but the woman was still being prey to the aphrodisiac. Even with all the sweat she had produced, that incessant act, the woman was still asking for more, submerged in the hell of pleasure.

She tempted him even more. She approached the pole and glued her throbbing jewel between her thighs. She didn't know, but it seemed like that part was starting to get wet while she was doing what she was doing. She held on to the pole and rubbed herself, especially the lower body on the cold pole. It's like she's having sex there. The man scooped up all the contents of the glass and placed it on the table next to him. One of his fingers was already on his lip and he was holding it while staring at what she was doing. She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs.

There was an odd swear word in it but it seemed right for the context'. 'Did it turn you on?' I asked simply. Julia now flushed bright red and did not answer. 'Your face tells me that it did. I'm glad, which is what it's supposed to do. Did it offend you?' 'No. How could a lovely story like that offend me?' she asked in return. 'What better definition of erotic writing do you want. Something that is not offensive but is a turn on both mentally and physically' 'Do you think that that story is true?'

He rubs and slips his fingers back in, teasing me beyond my limit. If sin feels this good, I will gladly own hell. The feeling of his dick pressing into my pussy feels so good! Half way in, he slips his hand in my belly and pulls me closer as he rams his dick in. Up and down my body, rubbing my breasts, he fucks me till all I think about is him. His cock. His touch. His wet kisses along my body… And fuck, his erotic words. “That's my dripping doll.” He slams harder, busting my cookie jar as I squirt and drip, oozing every juice in me.

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