Make Money Writing Erotica Novels & Stories

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A man needed his two hands to cup them, they were her money makers, them and her pretty, pink pussy that she only allowed special guests to see. Her name was Madison Pierce, known for her sultry movements and breathtaking energy in bed. She was the most desired stripper in New York City, a beauty so sought after that she had become exclusive to the richest men in the country. They came from all over the country to watch her strip, to touch those beautiful tits and if they're lucky, have her all to themselves for a night. Any man would give anything to suck those gorgeous tits, and Killian Cleeve was no exception.

" 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.

The final shot on the stream: Liam and Rita on either side, kissing over her cum-soaked body, while the chat rained tips and demands for round two. Rita looked straight into the camera and smiled. “Same time tomorrow, boys. We’re keeping her bred all weekend.” She turned off the feed. Then leaned down and kissed Nina’s tear-streaked cheek. “Good girl,” she whispered. “You just made us five grand. And you’re not leaving this basement until that belly’s real.” Nina whimpered, thighs rubbing together around the plugs, already desperate for more. Because she wasn’t just the family fucktoy anymore.

"Bend over the desk. Ass up, legs spread." I scrambled up, skirt hiked to my waist, tits spilling out as he ripped my blouse open—buttons pinging across the floor. Cool wood hit my nipples, hardening them more. I arched my back, pussy exposed, lips puffy and dripping, clit peeking out begging. He stepped behind, rubbing his cock along my slit slow, coating himself in my juices. The fat head nudged my entrance, parting folds, but didn't push in. "Beg for it, Mira. Beg your boss to ruin this married pussy."

I breathed "It's time to be shown in public, right?" It was time. And the way to do it was by uploading them to a few websites online. Easy and completely inexpensive for me. I had a lot of doubts at the beginning because romances are in high demand on those sites, and I have never written one in my life. Epic battles, I did. Dragons and magic, I did. Horror and zombies, I did. But romance and erotica, never. After thorough research on the genre, I wrote an erotic novel myself, with the not-so-much unique name, The rush.

“…you’re a great writer, scratch that, you’re a brilliant writer, but you usually stick to your comfort zone. I want you to break that, I want you to write a real life story. It can be fiction of course, but focus more on the storyline than the sex. Not telling you to omit it, just telling you to keep it on the sidelines. You get what I’m trying to tell you, right?” “Yeah… I guess… but why do I have to write this? People here like to read Miss OG’s writing,” I asked confused. It was why I was accepted in the first place. Writing an erotica wasn’t a crime, but it takes very careful planning or something beautiful can turn into something vulgar and disgusting. And women liked a storyline that

Veins so thick, and cap so wide. He sucked my boobs and fucked me at the same time, and from my eyes, you could tell I was way past cloud nine. "Quite a beautiful video," Nora interrupted. "Dear best friend." "I'm sorry Nora," I whispered, even though all I wanted was to hand fuck myself to sleep. "You don't have to be sorry," Nora answered. "You will find a way to give me the remaining five thousand, or I'll sell this to as many p**n sites as I can, hope you know what that will do to your career and your life as a whole."

“You seem lost and afraid. Is it about the bad guy and the unpaid debt?” I nodded desperately. “Well, I know how you can clear this debt in 4 days,” she said confidently, looking me dead in the eyes. “How?” “There is a site that provides clients that pays you for every exclusive post you send to them,” she started and my mind wandered to our last conversation. “Exclusive?” “Yes, if they find you charming, they spend more on you so that you can satisfy them by selling your body to them. Do whatever they want. The reward is handsome, Lily, think about it.”

“Tell Rex I’m not interested in being another notch on his bedpost. You two are unbelievable. Do you ever think about anything besides sex?” Mia leaned in, lowering her voice dramatically. “We think about money too. And right now, money and sex can go hand in hand.” Lila finally looked up, one eyebrow raised. “What are you talking about?” Jade pulled out her phone and slid it across the table. “There’s this website. It’s… discreet. Girls auction off their first time. Serious buyers. Serious money. Some of these girls are walking away with five figures for one night.” Lila stared at the screen. The site was sleek, professional-looking, with blurred photos and blurred profiles. The bids on the