#WritingPrompts for #EroticWriters Submission: You Won! (#Session7:D3)

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#WritingPrompts for #EroticWriters (#Session7:D3)

#WritingPrompts for #EroticWriters (#Session7:D3)

Liam’s feet ached from the weight of his heavy steel toe boots as he pushed open the door to his house. He wiped the sweat from his lip and pulled at the stubborn buttons of his green jacket, struggling to kick off his boots at the same time.

He thudded through the house causing the cup in the cupboard to clink against one another and plopped himself carelessly in his favorite chair. The chair was a ratty old mess with a torn arm from a kitten he once had, but it was his favorite chair and he could never bring himself to get rid of it. He threw his feet out wide in front of him and flung his arms over the sides of the chair and let out a loud sigh, letting the moment wash relief over him.

After brief seconds of silence, he reached out his foot, pointed his toes and pushed the flat light on his Xbox. It was the one device he couldn’t live without and sometimes it was the only thing keeping him sane. “Welcome Liam” displayed on the screen and he immediately felt at home. He picked up his controller, it’s supple curves fitting perfectly in his strong hands and turned on the same game he always played.

The engine of his blue supercar revved as the countdown to his first race began. When he was racing, he liked to listen to classical music and Bach was blaring. He clicked the right stick once and then twice – first-person is how he liked to drive. He wished he could be inside of that car, feeling it’s engine purr beneath him, shifting through the gears as he raced through the streets of Italy. He was fully immersed.

His toes tightened as he rounded the sharp corners and he swayed slightly as he drifted through the turns. His eyes flickered about the screen taking in the other cars, his speed, the drive line, the checkpoints, his positioning and he held his breath as he made his way from last place to first. He’d simply raise his hand high in the air as “You Won” flashed on the screen.

He lost all track of time behind the virtual wheel and could wind up spending hours in his favorite chair going from last to first in that blue supercar blaring Bach. He’d spread out on that chair and be lost to the world.

They had always agreed that he’d get exactly one hour. One hour of blissful, mind-numbing gaming. Emilia always enjoyed this time, this first hour home. She’d read the last chapter of some book and steal glances at the man entranced by electronics. She’d watch his tired muscles twitch from the rumbling controller and would grin as he smiled at that impeccable stunt he just pulled. He’d glimpse her way and she’d casually lower her eyes back to her reading and his chest would puff slightly at the brief exchange.

The hour had passed and the book was done. Emilia almost never told him his hour was up. He worked long hard hours and if he wanted to play for another hour, that was fine with her. As long as at the end of the night, he wrapped his arms securely around her, he could do as he pleased once he got home. And since his blue Bach blaring supercar pleased him, that’s what he did. Emilia watched him race.

She couldn’t help but feel pride with every race he won. Every time he passed the other players, she would silently cheer in her chair. She’d smile widely as he unlocked one achievement after the other. The sound of his virtual engine buzzed in her ear and she swore she could feel the vibrations of his controller through her seat.

She licked her lips as she watched his jaw tighten through a particularly difficult turn. He was always so calm and confident through these races and those tiny twitches said so much. His bicep flinched as a black truck rammed into him and Emilia was mesmerized by the way the curve of his arm gleaned in the glare of the game. She sat forward in her spot and reached out to touch him.

He looked at her for a second and then carried on with his race. She ran her finger over his shoulder, down his bicep and rested it in the fold of his elbow. He smiled at her and said, “First place again!” and a smile stretched across her face. She lowered herself to the floor and slowly crawled around his outstretched leg. He watched her gracefully pad her way to him, his beautiful blue car crashing into the same tree repeatedly. “Don’t watch me. Play your game!”, Emilia giggled and he laughed out loud.

Emilia undid the buckle of his belt, tugging the leather from the metal clasp. She slid the button of Liam’s pants out of the hole and slowly dragged his zipper open. His car revved through the clink of another checkpoint and Emilia began working his flaccid penis out of the boxers bunched between him and her.

She took him between her lips, letting her mouth relax over him. He gasped at the warmth of her and stiffened slightly beneath her. She let out a gentle moan and Liam pressed the pause button before putting his hand through her hair. “Play your game”, she mumbled into the soft hair tickling her nose and he reluctantly put his hand back on his controller. She ran her tongue up the length of him and swirled it around the tip of him then engulfed him, her breath hot against his hardened cock.

She teased him with her lips, she tickled him with her tongue and she taunted him with her teeth. He wanted to touch her, needed to feel her and he lowered his hands onto her back, the controller still securely between his fingers. The rumbling of the device felt good on her back and he moaned at the sensation he could feel.

The vibration seemed to course right through her. He took his supercar offroad, the only place he was sure to make it rumble, and drove as fast as he could. Her lips seemed to quiver and her cheeks fluttered against him as she pulled off him only to consume him again. She let out a moan and his whole body tightened at the stimulation. “You Won” flashed on the screen and the controller slipped from his hands.

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#SundaySmut Submission: Defining Curiosities

The Challenge:

“For this week’s #SundaySmut, we’d like to see a submission that features a F/M/F threesome (that’s Female/Male/Female, if you didn’t know). How you work that submission is up to you, but there should be three characters – 2 women, 1 man.”

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Leanne had always been bi-curious and that was exactly her problem. She could not say she was definitively hetero nor could she say she was homo and she couldn’t even say that she was bi. Leanne hated being curious.

That desire to discover, to define, to know for absolutely sure was a heavy weight that Leanne carried with her always. The curious was killing her. She had been with men her entire life. Currently, she was with a man. It wasn’t that she went out of her way to be with any specific gender, it just always ended up being that way. She always resented the men in her life because they found her before any woman had.

Kody knew all about Leanne’s problems. He knew the way she felt and the burden she assumed. He knew that she didn’t mean to be angry towards him sometimes and he understood her tears over curiosities. The only thing he could think to ever do was hold her and apologize, even though he knew that it was never enough to make the answer a definitive hetero.

Kody had always been open to the idea of threesomes. Threesomes with girls, threesomes with boys, threesomes for everybody. He had never had one before, but was sure that it would be an “awesome” situation no matter what. He had seen more than his share of threesomes in porn to know what to expect, of this he was sure, and he thought it would be “cool”.

Leanne had always imagined that her first time alone with a woman would be like her first time alone with a man: ALONE! She had never imagined that it would happen with the googly eyes of her long-term lover staring at her awkward attempts at navigating the female sex. Never thought that it would be with another person’s fingers and feelings and phalluses touching everything. Never anticipated that it would include the panting breaths and beating hearts and pleasurable moans of a woman, a woman and a man…

Kody knew all the right things to say to sway Leanne’s doubts. “I won’t ogle you two. I’ll give you time to awkwardly explore. We could do it together!” and Leanne would blush at the thought. “I’ll keep my hands and thoughts and cock to myself, unless you tell me otherwise. I’ll just sit back and not stare and I won’t touch.” and Leanne would roll her eyes in disbelief. “I won’t make a sound, I won’t make a peep, I won’t even breathe if you really don’t want me too!”, he’d say with so much enthusiasm that the whole room grew brighter and brighter and Leanne would giggle and smile, her red cheeks melting Kody’s heart and his joy melting the chip on her shoulder.

Leanne knew the perfect woman to be the answer to her curious questioning. She had offered before, when Kody and Leanne had first begun seeing each other and even when Leanne had begun seeing her boyfriend before that, but Leanne wanted to give the relationship time to blossom and grow, as all serial monogamists do. Leanne had met her when she was in college, and they became fast friends, although often didn’t see eye-to-eye, since Leanne was into monogamy and Jenette wasn’t.

Jenette was a perky brunette with a serious thing for women but an even more serious thing for sex. If Jenette didn’t answer her phone, there was only one thing that she could possibly be doing: having sex… And probably with a woman!

Kody liked everything about Jenette, everything except the fact that she never wanted him. Jenette had never even checked him out, not once. Never flirted with him or showed off too much skin around him, never tried to kiss him or hook him up with her friends. Nothing, at all. When Jenette was around, no one but Jenette existed.

It was kind of the perfect setup!

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#SundaySmut Submission: Moments of Duality (#Session5:D1)

The Challenge:

For this week’s #SundaySmut, we’d like to see a submission that features a M/F/M threesome (that’s Male/Female/Male, if you didn’t know). How you work that submission is up to you, but there should be three characters – 2 men, 1 woman.

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He was the most amazing lover I had ever had. I longed for him constantly and desired nothing more to feel his hot skin throbbing against mine. And that want, that need was all-consuming, overwhelming, and all-the-time.

Darren was a busy man. Always had places to go, people to see, business to attend to. He would try so hard to make time for my wants, that need of mine, but there was never any way around the meetings, the conference calls, the traveling.

After a particularly sour fight between us, my desires mounting beyond unbearable and his work keeping him longer and later, I felt more defeated than ever. I felt irrational, unacceptable, inappropriate, angry – a surge of endless emotion made its way over me and through me. I thought I’d never recover.

I went to bed, my arms crossed and my jaw clenched. I didn’t wait for him and I spread out across the entire bed, signaling that tonight was not a good night to sleep with me. He didn’t rush to my side, didn’t come to bed, didn’t notice my less than subtle signal. I fell asleep fuming.

*****

The door creaked open ever so slightly allowing a sliver of golden light to penetrate the darkness. He peeked his head through the tiny crack, looked behind him and then opened the door, the light stealing every moment of darkness. I rolled and glared at him through squinted eyes. “What do you want?”, I barked.

He came and sat on the bed next to me. He was so calm and so peaceful looking. He rested his hand on my face, “I know you’re upset right now. But I know that you know that I love you more than anything else in the whole entire world.”. He paused a moment and I glared at the crumpled sheets beneath me. If he expected me to respond positively he was sorely mistaken.

Before I could open my mouth, he blurted out excitedly, “I got you something!”. I rolled my eyes and he stood up from beside me. I sat up quickly, almost more angry that he thought some material possession could solve the problem. “Now, it’s probably not what you’re thinking, but I know that you’re going to love it. You’ve mentioned that you’ve wanted it before and I hope that you’ll understand my motivations. I just love you so much and I never want to lose you, for any reason!”.

My eyebrows furrowed against my will and he rushed over to the door, still open and the only source of light in the room, and waved at something in the hall. I threw the blankets off and stood up next to the bed, ready to respond, although completely unaware of how.

He walked back in nervously and behind him followed another man. “This is umm… Marcus. He’s from work and well… umm… I kinda talked to him about… you know… us. We talked about it and thought that maybe he could umm… help?”. My hands immediately went to my hips, even though I was trying to force them to stay at my sides. He stepped towards me sheepishly, his face full of questioning.

I looked at his hand reaching out to me and noticed his shaking fingers. I glanced at the messed sheets on the bed, the blanket strewn about. I stared at the wall, the only dark area left in the room, my eyes narrowing on a corner. I scoffed out loud against my better judgement and flopped my arms down beside me, before lowering my head in silence. I could not figure out how to react at all.

Marcus stepped forward and reached out his hand. “Hey! I’m Marcus. Don’t be mad at him. It was all my idea, after all.”. I couldn’t help but giggle at the addition of “after all” and raised my hand to his. There was no need to be rude to a perfect stranger, after all. I took my hand away and flicked the hair out of my face, “So then, what do you guys expect to have happen here?”, I asked defiantly, waiting for them both to cave in this obvious dare or bet of some kind.

Darren put his hands on my waist and whispered in my ear, “Just go with it.” and I laughed out loud as he kissed my neck and moved behind me. He pulled my hair off my neck and continued to lay sweet, gentle kisses along my neck and shoulders. My eyes closed and my head fall back as I lingered in the sensation of him, his soft fingers trailing across my skin.

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#SaturdaySerenade: Sex Songs – Deeper Into Me

The Challenge:

Write a Sex Song

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The following is reminiscent of like an 80’s pop hit. I have an idea for how I want it to sound so tonight I plan on screwing around on my piano with it for a bit. If I come up with anything, I’ll be sure to share, but for now, enjoy the lyrics 😉

Deeper Into Me

CHORUS:

You go deeper, deeper into me
Deeper than anyone else has ever been
You go deeper, deeper in my soul
Deeper than anyone else has ever known

VERSE:

I’ve looked so long for someone just like you
Someone who knew exactly what to do
Not a boy but a man in every single way
Someone who knew exactly what to say

You’re so sexy, you’re so sweet
Come on baby, come and pour that loving onto me
You’re so special, you’re so much more
Come on baby, come and give me what I’ve waited for

CHORUS
VERSE:

You take my body out of my mind
Every single night we have a real good time
And when I call out your name when I’m at the top
You never look away and you never think to stop

You’re so special, you’re so sweet
Come on baby, come and pour that loving over me
You’re so sexy, you’re so much more
Come on baby, come one baby, whatcha waiting for?

CHORUS

 

 

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#DailyChallenge: The Office of Love

The Challenge:

Use one of the #WritingPrompts for #EroticWriters from this Pinterest board.

I picked this one:

#WritingPrompts for #EroticWriters: The office was empty...

#WritingPrompts for #EroticWriters: The office was empty…

James and I had been seeing each other for sometime, absolutely on the down low. He was well-known at his job and sleeping with another man was definitely not good for his career. I was openly gay and proudly wore the pride flag on my sleeve (literally!).

We had met at a gay bar, of course. He came in with his sister, who is the only person other than me that knows that he’s gay. His sister was determined to help him get out of the closet and while it worked it one sense, our relationship gets more serious everyday and he seems more in denial about it.

James had texted me from work one day.

“I need to see you…!”, he typed from his mahogany desk scattered with stacks of paperwork and files filled to the brim.

“You wanna meet for coffee later?”, I responded, as I did anytime he asked to see me.

“No, need to see you… NOW!”, he replied, almost as soon as I had responded.

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes… Are you ok?”, I asked, already grabbing my jacket and keys. As I walked out my front door, he texted saying, “Just get here NOW!”. I rushed…

When I arrived at his office, he quickly grabbed me at the reception area, his cheeks red and the first two buttons of his dress shirt undone. The receptionist was gone and no one filled the seats in the reception and as I allowed him to pull me down the hallway, I noticed most of the lights off and all the offices empty.

He lead me into his office and hastily closed the door behind him, slamming the lock into place. I began to take off my jacket when James rushed upon me, sliding his hands about me and helping me out of the sleeves of my coat. He threw it across the room and lifted my t-shirt above my head in one quick motion. I laughed as I began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, never having seen him quite like this.

He kissed my neck feverishly and fumbled to undo my pants, struggling to remove my leather belt from it’s loops and pawing at the button that held them up. I grabbed his hands and whispered, “Relax, I’ll help” and he looked slightly ashamed for a moment. I undid my zipper and pulled my hardened cock from my pants.

He gasped and dropped to his knees, hurriedly devouring the entire length of my shaft deep into his mouth. My head fell back and instinctively my hands found their way to the side of his face and I began thrusting hard into his face. He gagged slightly and I just continued on. His hands reached up behind me and grabbed hard at my ass, shoving my cock even deeper down his throat and I moaned loudly before lifting him off his knees.

I turned him around and roughly kissed his neck, pulling gently on the soft brown curls just covering the back of his neck. I reached around in front of him and undid the buckle of his belt. With a great amount of skill, I quickly undid his button and fly and pushed his pants down to his ankles as I dug my teeth into his naked, hot flesh.

As I returned to standing, my cock hitting against his upper thighs, I put my hand on his neck and began pushing him forward, his hands resting on the edge of his large desk. I ran my hand down his back and then grabbed his small hips with my strong hands. He stuck out his beautiful bottom and I was compelled to kneel down. First, I took both his balls into my mouth and sucked hard on them and his knees shivered furiously. Then, I licked across his perineum, my tongue pointed and hard before gently pulling his ass cheeks apart and allowing my tongue to explore his sweet taste. He moaned loudly as my tongue slid slightly into his dark hole and I moaned in response to him.

I stood and gently pushed my way into him, my hands exploring every inch of his exposed skin. I reached up his back and grabbed his shoulders, pushing myself deeper into him and he heaved against his will. I traced my fingers down his back, between his shoulder blades and over the ridge of his buttocks. He shivered and shook beneath me. I pulled him up off the desk and held him close to my body, my hands making their way to his begging, dripping, throbbing shaft.

As I wrapped my large hand around him and thrusted deep within him, he moaned and muttered words you could not understand. He shook his head and raised his hands repetitively. He reached behind me and pulled me closer still and I kissed whichever parts of him I could reach – his arms as they wrapped around me, his shoulders as he raised them up, his neck when his head would fall forward and his checks when he would throw his head back.

I nibbled on the lobe of his ear and he screamed out, “I love you!”, as he shuddered and shot cum all over the top of the paperwork strewn across his desk. I wrapped my arms around his chest and as I released my load into him, I kissed his cheek and whispered, “I love you too!”.

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#DailyChallenge: Celebrate the First – It Started at Prom

The Challenge:

Write about a first experience reading or writing erotica.

My first time ever writing erotica (which was technically my first time reading it as well) felt like coming home at Christmas. It was a welcoming experience that filled me with a knowing that I had found my calling. Albeit, I’m not the most amazing storyteller that ever lived and I’ll never compare to the love stories of the ancients, but it’s where I find comfort and peace.

I never graduated or attended my own prom, but my older sister did. And I got to be her date. It was an amazing night. I couldn’t tell you for one second what she was doing all night, but I was enjoying the attention from all the boys at least two years older than me.

I had had a crush on this one boy for pretty much my entire pre-teenhood. By this time, I was a teenager and he was only a year away from legally being an adult. I couldn’t tell you why he was at my sisters prom, because he didn’t go to our school, but it was just another amazing thing to add to a night of greatness.

After hours upon hours of sweating it out on the dancefloor, he pulled me off to the side and we began to makeout, as only teenagers can. Then, hours afterwards, another boy whom I had just met, takes me out to his car and we begin making out. The only problem, they were both boys and what I really wanted was a girl…

That night, after having a wonderful time, we came home and I laid in my bed thinking about the two boys I had just kissed and fantasizing… The image of my fantasy, two girls and a guy, one of the girls being me, just wouldn’t leave my head. It kept replaying over and over and I started to get frustrated.

At this time, I was journaling rather heavily and decided to whip out my journal and hash out this now annoying fantasy. The only part I can still vividly remember, and which is still a fantasy that causes me more anguish than pleasure, is the other girl and the the guy having sex directly over my face as I lap hungrily at the taste of them combined.

Ever since, I’ve often used erotica to get pesky fantasies, the ones that leave you perpetually aroused, off my mind. True story.

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#DailyChallenge Submission: Snap. Snap. Snap.

The Challenge:

Write an erotic piece using the following photo as inspiration.

Photo by Max Maslansky from the Hammer Museum at UCLA

Photo by Max Maslansky from the Hammer Museum at UCLA

The entire room bustled around them, but in that moment all he could comprehend was her. She sat atop his dressing table, her legs opened wide revealing a shapely mound of curly dark hair. He gazed at her admiringly as she spoke softly to him, “You must look your best out there and you must be graceful. And don’t forget to get some pictures of the crowd for me. You promise you’ll be good boy?”.

He nodded his head hazily staring deeply in her eyes. She wrapped her long, elegant fingers around his firm testicle and lovingly brushed powder on his growing shaft. The powder did little to conceal anything on his hardening member, but the sensation of the bristles drove him wild and in the moment he felt as though they were connecting on a deeper, more intimate level.

Her name was called over the speakers spread throughout the theater, and she hastily threw the brush on the dressing table beneath her. She grabbed his head and said, “You know what to do!” and he bent forward, nuzzled his face between her hairy slit and turned and walked out onto the stage.

The lights were hot and blinding and the shutters of cameras could be heard all about him. He slowly raised his own camera up and began snapping pictures of the crowd. Women were screaming and men were yelling out instructions, “To the left. Wooo! Lift your head!”. The more he followed their instructions, the more they cheered, the more they jeered, the more they hollered. Snap. Snap. Snap.

She walked out on stage and the entire crowd went silent. All the cameras stopped and the incessant flashing ceased. The lights dimmed and for a split moment all the faces in the crowd were visible to him. Then, as if the moment had never happened, all the cheering, the flashing, the instructions began again, this time at a deafening roar.

She came up behind him and reached her hands around his chest. She tore the red top that he wore right down the middle and the audience cooed. He was unaware of what might happened next and had stopped taking pictures. She pulled his hair hard and shouted into his ear, burning from the wailing crowd, “Where’s my pictures?!?”. He snapped into the pool of people.

She let her hands fall down around his neck, gripping at the skin along his chest and abdomen, then wrapped both her hands around his now stiff cock. The whole auditorium went up with epic noise, and the cameras snapped faster than you could imagine. Snap. Snap. Snap.

The adrenaline pumped through his veins as his one true fantasy was finally coming to life. Just thinking about being able to relive this moment through all these photos was enough to send him over the edge. As he came, the entire audience erupted into laughter and she laughed at the mess he had made, yelling at him, “Look at that pitiful, disgusting little mess you left there! It’s so gross!” and he fell to his knees, trying to hide himself from the exposure, the pending humiliation and shame.

She walked around him and yelled more mocking words at him as the crowd chanted along. Cameras still snapped and a group of girls, that he could not see no matter how hard he looked, cheered wildly. She grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face down to the stage floor. He pushed back against her hand and she pushed harder, and he licked up the small amount of cum beneath his nose, the crowd pushing in closer to the stage to get closer shots. Snap. Snap. Snap.