Write Erotica Novels & Stories

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.

“That’s going to stay in my phone forever. Whenever I’m away, I’ll play it. I’ll jerk my cock to the sound of your pretty cries. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She moaned, pushing forward against his hand. “Dirty little girl.” He pinched her clit, loving the sound that escaped her mouth after. “On your hands and knees, Printsessa. You sound like you’re aching for more.” Charlotte immediately got on her hands and knees, imitating her current position on the screen. Maksim knelt behind her on the floor, lined up his cock with her entrance, and pushed into her in a slow torturous movement. Charlotte wiggled her ass back, wanting more.

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

Ellie was trapped in her erotic dream, and in it, the love of her life was stroking inside her while kissing her shoulders and neck. It sent tingles down to her toes and clit. In the dream, his manhood was thick and hard, filling her to the brim; her pussy was wet and hot, stuffy like the South American jungles; her breathing was quick and shallow in her dream. Oh, what a lovely dream... or was it?

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

They had taken turns with her for hours , passing her around and every single one of them had cum inside her or on her body. She loved every second of it. She had even, and still spread her legs willingly for two of the married male teachers in the staff room during lunch breaks, letting them fuck her quietly whenever they needed relief. She couldn’t help it. Deep down, Elena was a slut by nature. She loved the thrill of being used, of giving her body freely with nothing expected in return. She could never say no when someone wanted to fuck her. She would gladly spread her legs wide and let them pound her as hard and as long as they wanted.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

“Hmm… I think you need to satisfy your curiosity.” Aria frowned. That didn’t sound like a real solution. “Don’t worry,” Elda leaned in as if she were about to share a secret. “You can do it on your own. I have books,” she said. Aria looked confused. “Books?” “Erotic books.” “What?” Aria’s eyes widened. “They’re written by women and sold secretly to other women. My friends and I got our hands on a few. You need to read them, my lady. You’ll enjoy them.”

The contact was like a spark on dry tinder. “Or,” she whispered, her voice dropping to an intimate register that vibrated in the core of him, “I can offer you a different bargain. A far more demanding one.” Her other hand came up, and she pressed her palm flat against his chest, over his frantically beating heart. “I can teach you. Not just how to make art that will last the ages, but how to feel this.” She leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, her breath a hot, sweet caress. “How to make this last. The passion. The ecstasy. The divine madness of creation and of the flesh. It will not be a gift. It will be an education. It will require everything you are. It will hurt. It will b

“Too often, society expects women to suppress their desires, to only express them for a man’s benefit. But it’s completely normal—and natural, might I add—to explore and understand oneself.” I felt my cheeks warm again. “I suppose you’re right,” I mumbled, although now I just felt even more awkward thanks to that little lecture. “If reading erotica brings you pleasure or helps you relax, then who am I to judge?” He glanced at me briefly, a sincere expression on his face. “And honestly, it’s better than some alternatives, like pornography. At least it’s fictional and doesn’t harm real people. And it’s imaginative.” Despite myself, a small smile crept onto my lips. “That’s… very progressive of