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Does anyone write erotic stories? (1 Viewer)
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Gavvvvvin
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Can we have a sample of your erotic story?
super katie
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My friend wrote necrophiliac porn once. Very disturbing.
mmm_sofay
time to pretend
is erotic stories like them mills and boon novels you get from newsagents for about $3?
haha thats what i was about to ask..
by erotic do you mean steamy sex scenes.. or more like the mills and boon "he looked lovingly into her eyes as they shone in the firelight making her seem more beautiful that ever"
by erotic do you mean steamy sex scenes.. or more like the mills and boon "he looked lovingly into her eyes as they shone in the firelight making her seem more beautiful that ever"
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Gavvvvvin
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Since his using porn videos for reference, I dont think so 
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Gavvvvvin
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hiphophorray123
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she stripped off her clothes and jumped on him.
the end
the end
mmm_sofay
time to pretend
fuck damn that was eroticisinghiphophorray123 said:
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Gavvvvvin
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Your story gave me a boner hardcore.
Hot off my fantasies... er, i seriously hope no one knows me from BoS:
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We met that day beneath the giant oak tree at the top of the hill, as sometimes we had. She seemed troubled, angry perhaps. I knew her well enough that I sensed it before she told me. She sat down and leaned up against the base of the tree, unusually close to me. An angry tear rolled down her smooth cheek. At last she looked into my eyes through her watery veil.
"Everything just sucks anymore," she said. My face instinctively took on the tacit look of understanding that somehow screams, "I love you." And for the first time I realized that I did.
Not trusting words to express my feelings, I continued my silent communication. I reached out with my tingling hand and clasped her fingers. More tears poured from her emerald eyes, perhaps of joy, perhaps of relief. They fell upon the shoulder of my faded denim jacket as she leaned against my side with an emotional embrace. I moved my hands into the graceful arches of her curvy sides and pulled her tired body closer to me.
"My whole body hurts," she said in a loud, desperate whisper.
"Let me make it feel better." Another sensuous gaze signified her grateful, loving agreement.
I slid my palms up and down the sides of her body, feeling the smoothness of her dramatic curves. At the top of their trip, I let them wander onto the fabric of her lacy brassiere. I looked into her eyes with an intense desire, and they reflected it. Lifting up the bottom of her snug shirt, I undid the buckle on that mantle of lust and watched all inhibitions fall away with it.
Her breasts were more shapely than her sides, and wonderfully mellow to the touch. For the first time that day, she smiled weakly. I began to massage them slowly, enjoying it as much as she was. They quivered, dimpled, and shook beneath my adroit touch. I approached the bullseyes on those beautiful targets after much preparation along their outer rings. Her wet eyes sharpened with intense anticipation. Barely touching her, now, I skirted my thumbs across the tips of her hard nipples. Her eyes took on a look of fire as I brought her to the edge of orgasm.
Until then I had ignored the soaked front of her skin-tight jeans. I cooly pulled apart the snap on the waistband, and the material happily fell away from her wide hips. One of my hands remained at her breasts, gently squeezing them as I turned most of my attention to her lower half. She wore a red thong that seemed to cut painfully between her round, luscious legs. I pushed aside the crimson shield and ran my finger around the outer rim of her perfect vagina. She laughed in unfathomable ecstasy, and her vaginal muscles began their throbbing contractions. My penis jumped in rhythm with her climax.
Now letting her recover, I pulled her face close to mine and kissed her passionately. Our tongues fought like dragons, first in her mouth, then in mine. Without separating from my lips, she opened my fly and pulled out my very deserving organ to award it a powerful orgasm. By now, I only required a few strokes before I ejaculated and fell down beside her, exhausted.
"How's the body feeling now?" I asked with a smile.
"Wonderful," she said.
***
im getting a boner...i think
***
We met that day beneath the giant oak tree at the top of the hill, as sometimes we had. She seemed troubled, angry perhaps. I knew her well enough that I sensed it before she told me. She sat down and leaned up against the base of the tree, unusually close to me. An angry tear rolled down her smooth cheek. At last she looked into my eyes through her watery veil.
"Everything just sucks anymore," she said. My face instinctively took on the tacit look of understanding that somehow screams, "I love you." And for the first time I realized that I did.
Not trusting words to express my feelings, I continued my silent communication. I reached out with my tingling hand and clasped her fingers. More tears poured from her emerald eyes, perhaps of joy, perhaps of relief. They fell upon the shoulder of my faded denim jacket as she leaned against my side with an emotional embrace. I moved my hands into the graceful arches of her curvy sides and pulled her tired body closer to me.
"My whole body hurts," she said in a loud, desperate whisper.
"Let me make it feel better." Another sensuous gaze signified her grateful, loving agreement.
I slid my palms up and down the sides of her body, feeling the smoothness of her dramatic curves. At the top of their trip, I let them wander onto the fabric of her lacy brassiere. I looked into her eyes with an intense desire, and they reflected it. Lifting up the bottom of her snug shirt, I undid the buckle on that mantle of lust and watched all inhibitions fall away with it.
Her breasts were more shapely than her sides, and wonderfully mellow to the touch. For the first time that day, she smiled weakly. I began to massage them slowly, enjoying it as much as she was. They quivered, dimpled, and shook beneath my adroit touch. I approached the bullseyes on those beautiful targets after much preparation along their outer rings. Her wet eyes sharpened with intense anticipation. Barely touching her, now, I skirted my thumbs across the tips of her hard nipples. Her eyes took on a look of fire as I brought her to the edge of orgasm.
Until then I had ignored the soaked front of her skin-tight jeans. I cooly pulled apart the snap on the waistband, and the material happily fell away from her wide hips. One of my hands remained at her breasts, gently squeezing them as I turned most of my attention to her lower half. She wore a red thong that seemed to cut painfully between her round, luscious legs. I pushed aside the crimson shield and ran my finger around the outer rim of her perfect vagina. She laughed in unfathomable ecstasy, and her vaginal muscles began their throbbing contractions. My penis jumped in rhythm with her climax.
Now letting her recover, I pulled her face close to mine and kissed her passionately. Our tongues fought like dragons, first in her mouth, then in mine. Without separating from my lips, she opened my fly and pulled out my very deserving organ to award it a powerful orgasm. By now, I only required a few strokes before I ejaculated and fell down beside her, exhausted.
"How's the body feeling now?" I asked with a smile.
"Wonderful," she said.
***
im getting a boner...i think
hiphophorray123
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Jesus said:
you shouldn't make a career out of it anytime soon....
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Don't quit your dayjob, Jesus.
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Jesus said:
That wasnt very
mmm_sofay
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i think Jesus, has too much free time . . .
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And not enough porn or rather too much bad porn, the set-up was shit-house and the eroticism pallid.
Just stick withwhacking off to bad movies not bad writing.
Just stick withwhacking off to bad movies not bad writing.