While I was working as a ghost writer, I had to write about subjects I’d never written before, so I had to spend a couple hours doing research on a subject, learning why some people were turned on by this particular kink, and how they got into it. They say you should write what you know, but that doesn’t mean your knowledge should be limited to just what you know right now.
Lacey had already been on the road all day. Her boyfriend was just transferred to a new marine base and finally found an apartment for them, so she had to make the trek to be with him. Her GPS had told her of a separate route that was a little longer, but had far less traffic, so she took it. It brought her through this old country road, seemingly empty, so she pushed on the gas a little harder to get through it faster. She rolled down her window and let the wind blow through her medium-length red hair.
There’s no way for us to know exactly how a woman will think, or act, in any given erotic situation. Sometimes, we’ll find, in life, most women will respond with the opposite reaction we use in our stories, which cuts into our credibility. In other cases, our portrayal of women in a certain situation will resonate with some women, and they can relate it to their own experiences.
The young witch had been sitting on her knees with her arms raised, to preside over her ritual space. She wore a green ritual robe she bought online from a website selling magical goods, and thought it looked good on her, as it emphasized her cleavage, and made her curvy body look far more sexy, in her opinion. Just about all of her ritual goods had been purchased from one store or another, but that fact never seemed to bother her. She’d been a ‘practicing’ witch since she was nineteen, but never recognized the reason none of her spells or rituals ever seemed to work. So it was no surprise that this plea to the goddess was met with an anticlimactic lack of anything happening.
The pressure was on as the young woman glanced at the people around her, trying to decide who was going to be next. Her choices came down to either one of the three young men who sat in front of her, or her blonde friend who sat next to her. Two of the men who sat before her were brunettes, while the other had short, raven hair. All three of them had athletic builds, although one of the brunettes seemed more muscular than the other two. She knew she wanted to pick one of them, but which one?
Now, there’s been this misconception going around saying, ‘women write erotica, men write porn’. The basis for this concept is, as you can imagine, when women write, they do so using emotions, romance, and seduction. Whereas men only write slutty women performing sex acts from start to finish, just as you might see in porn. While this may be true for a lot of erotica writers, it’s the wrong state of mind to have when choosing the next author to read. But the concept doesn’t end there either.
Ever have one of those days when you just craved humiliation? When your husband or boyfriend teases your body out in public and all you want to do is fuck the shit out of him the moment you get back to your car? I do, my name is Dawn and I’ve been married to my high school sweetheart for six years now. We have a very happy marriage, for the most part at least. One of our favorite little ‘adventures’ was our trips to the grocery store. On these little trips, my husband had me wear a little mini skirt and a small shirt with some of his favorite thongs.
When I was working as a ghost writer, writing erotica eBooks on various topics and genres, the first thing I would do is research each of these kinks, and learn why people ‘get into it’. I can tell you right now, most guys are into some pretty crazy stuff(but don’t think women are into any less crazy stuff! I know many of you ladies fantasize about tentacle sex and getting gang-banged).
He had very short dirty blond and a body built like a soccer player (Desmond played soccer too, so she knew very well what that kind of body should look like). He wore glasses that were small and looked as though they didn’t belong on his face. But Shawna couldn’t stop staring at his large cock, it was more thick than long, but wasn’t lacking in length either. She moved her short auburn hair out of her face with her fingers to get a better look. She knew she shouldn’t be staring, but it was her ideal cock. Desmond’s dick was pretty close, but this guy’s was verbatim, and it was shaved too!
The doorbell finally rang and I resisted the urge to run to it. As I opened the door, I saw the familiar blond girl with an amazing body and an attitude matching her name, Kat. Just behind her was a gorgeous looking redhead. I had heard all the rumors about this one too. Her name was Emily, a short little thing, with an equally nice body to Kat.
By today’s standards, many of the things we’re attracted to are liberally accepted, and sexual freedom is reigning. Though, a nice thought, this is far from the truth. The reality is many of us are still quite closed off about what gets us sexually aroused. Most of us are afraid the general public will find our interests rather perverted, overly strange, or just politically incorrect. This can make our desires difficult to communicate to lovers, or even partners.