Erotica Writers Novels & Stories

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.

Her juices coated his lips, and she moaned loudly, “Mmm, yes.” “Write now,” Hayes said. His tongue swirled over her clit, and he handed her a pen. “Write how my screaming slut’s pussy needs me.” Eva’s hand shook, and she scribbled, “My pussy belongs to him, I’m his dirty girl.” Her fingers rubbed her clit faster, screams echoed, “Aaah! Oh god!” His tongue licked deeper, tasted her slickness, and she cried, “Please, more!” He pulled back, teasing her. “Not yet, beg louder.”

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

"Spoiler alert, the author isn't just writing fiction but things she pictures with her step-brother, what a whore." The comments flood in. "She's such a whore." "She acts like an innocent nerd but she's a slut." I scroll down and there's another post. "Slut disguised as a prude writing smut." Fresh tears stream down my cheeks. There are so many authors out there who write erotica and steamy stories. People love them, praise them, beg for more from them. So what makes me different? Why am I on the receiving end of hatred and criticism and mockery? A campaign to cancel me sets off with full details of my personal information and school details leaked online.

Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.

"Sorry, folks. Duty calls. I'll check on you two again in a little while." "Sex writers," I mused. "I wonder exactly what that entails." Noah grinned at me. "Considering a career change, darlin'?" I shook my head. "I don't think so. Although I have to say that I'm intrigued. Do they just write books about sex, or do they write erotic fiction? Or both?" "Maybe they also write scripts for porn," Noah suggested. "If that's the case, they need to up their game. Most porn is seriously lacking in storylines and decent dialogue."

And soon, I was threatened by my editor for not submitting a new story because of the demands. But Frankly, I have no idea how to come up with an inspiration. Because I need to focus when I am creating a story. Writing an erotic story is not so simple. It needs more creativity to present the same thing in different ways every time. But here, when I am always stuck in the same thing, and always thinking of how to avoid angering the beast, my brain has left with zero space for my creation. I also can't leave the apartment for fear to meet Carla or Michelle on the way.

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?

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

“Damien…” “Shh,” he whispered against her ear. His breath was hot. “You’ve been squirming since you sat down. This needy little clit needs to come, doesn’t it?” She nodded frantically. Her hips rocked forward into his hand. His fingers moved faster, sliding through her wetness, circling her clit, then dipping lower to push two fingers inside her. She was so wet they sank into the knuckles with no resistance and her walls clenched around him. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he murmured