Novel & Cerita Erotica Writing Prompts

She looked at them confusedly and one of them even rolled her eyes. “Excuse me,” she heard one of the girls said. They both look at the girls in front of them. “Uhm… We’re on a meeting—” “You’re my type. Can I get your number?” the girl on the front cut her sentence. ‘How rude!’ she wanted to add, but she stopped herself. “We’ll have fun, ya’ know.” The girl even bit her lips seductively. The other girls even supported her, giggling at the back. “By the way, I’m Lina Stave,” she even held out her hand for a shake.

like, "fuck me." Sabrina lay down on her bed, released the day's tension through her mouth and sank into the babble filling her mind. Two seconds later her finger was slipping along the seam of her crease. The hypnotist's instructions were to jill, right up to the edge, but to hold off orgasm as long as possible. In the last week and a half, that'd become friggin' hard. She hadn't even touched it and her love buzzer was throbbing with need.

the screams, the moans, the betrayals, and the soaked pages in between. A huge, heartfelt thank you to my loyal readers.. especially those who always comment, leave reactions and keep showing up chapter after chapter. Your words genuinely keep me motivated to keep writing these twisted tales. Special Celebration Treat: To celebrate reaching 100 chapters, I’m picking one dedicated commenter to have their personal erotica smut brought to life for a few chapters If you’re one of my regular readers, drop your idea in the comment. It can be as dark, kinky, taboo, or monstrous as you want.

“Louder. Convince me you truly deserve it. Make me believe how badly this greedy pussy needs to be filled.” Humiliation burned hot across my cheeks and chest, but the empty throbbing between my legs overpowered any hesitation. I raised my voice, speaking clearly and desperately, the words echoing slightly in the spacious room. “Please fuck me! I need your cock so badly. My pussy is throbbing and empty. I’m dripping all over the sheets for you. Please fill me up. I’ll be so good for you—I promise I’ll do anything!”

Your fingers trace forbidden roads, On my offered body, fragile and strange. Murmurs open like prayers, Trembling intoxication on the edge of the flesh. Shadow embraces shadow in fevered silence, Desire lights up with luminous bursts. In the deep night where our tears merge, Eroticism blooms, wild and soft. --- Chapter 1 — Confessions of a Desire Clémence

“You won’t make a sound. You won’t move. Do that for me, and I’ll reward you.” My heart slammed against my ribs. He sat behind his desk like nothing was out of the ordinary. Opened his laptop. Started typing. Took a call. All while I knelt, stripped and trembling, a silent offering just feet away. Each second stretched. My breathing grew shallower. My arousal soaked through the lace. I ached. I burned. I needed. And he didn’t even look at me until he did. Finally, he shut the laptop. “I said I’d reward you,” he said, rising. “You’ve done beautifully.”

My breathing hitched but I didn't pull away. He traced slow circles over the back of my hand. Light touches. Gentle. But my pulse was racing. I bit my lip, holding back a sound. "Touch yourself," he whispered. "Show me how it feels." My fingers shook, but I moved slowly, slipping my hand beneath my jeans down to my pussy. I started slow. My breathing hitched. I imagined him right there with me, guiding my every move. He kept his hand on mine, grounding me. "You can ask for forgiveness after," he murmured.

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.

He set the glass down and crossed to me, stopping just close enough that I could smell his cologne dark, expensive, dangerously familiar. “Notebook?” he asked. I lifted the leather-bound book like a shield. My handwriting inside had grown filthier with every page he made me add. He took it from my hands, flipped it open to the newest entry, and read my words aloud in that low, commanding voice. “‘I vow to spread you open and taste how desperate you are for a man you shouldn’t want.’” My breath caught. I’d written it at 3 a.m. last night, fingers trembling, shame and arousal warring until I gave in and put it on paper.

He rubbed it up and down my slit, coating himself in my wetness, teasing my aching clit with every pass. “Beg,” he ordered. I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. Pride warred with the desperate throb between my legs. “Please… I need you inside me.” “Not good enough.” He slapped the head of his cock against my clit, making me jolt. “Tell me exactly what you want, Elara. Use the filthy words I know you think about when you’re alone in your office touching yourself under your desk.” Heat flooded my face. My voice came out small and trembling. “Fuck me. Please fuck me hard against the glass. I want your cock so deep I feel you for days.”