Back from the holidays!

Hello, all you handsome and beautiful people! It’s been quite a week or so for me, and I’m only just getting around to resuming my usual writings and musings. I do apologize for not delivering an Erotic Bite this past Saturday, but rest assured, you will get one this week. I trust your holidays all went pretty well, too. After checking out my social media, it looks like a lot has happened. We’ve lost some pretty amazing celebrities, and 2016 is clearly making a last ditch effort to get as many amazing people as it can before it’s over. With any luck, these last couple days will go by without anymore travesties.

I’m also pleased to announce I’ll be releasing a new book, soon. I’ve been working on it for a while, and it still needs more work before it’s done. But I’ll keep you all updated on the details in the future.

As for me, I’ve been busy attending a couple parties and social events, but most of my time has been spent either on the road, or in hotel rooms. I left the state to meet up with some old friends, and catch up on old times. I didn’t get much in the way of gifts, but I got some nice shirts, along with a new watch, a bottle of single-barrel whiskey, a neat little bookmark, and one of my work friends even got me some concert tickets! All-in-all, it’s been really fun, and I’m glad to have some great friends.

To be honest, I wasn’t happy with how much time I had to spend on the road. But it was made all the more worth it, as I got to spend a night with a gorgeous woman, whom I will obviously not mention her name, out of respect. Funny story, we were actually good friends in high school, but hadn’t seen each other in several years. It was a bit like meeting for the first time all over again, only this time, there was a clear attraction between us. Maybe one of these days, I’ll tell you guys more about our night in my hotel room, and the interesting tale of what happened when she found one of my riding crops in a pocket of my luggage(which I had forgotten to take out during one of my other trips).

But enough about me. I hope your New Year’s is full of excitement and fun, and may you attain everything you hope for in the coming year. Feel free to comment below about how your holidays went, and what you hope for in 2017.

Mail Order Love

This week’s Erotic Bite tells the story of a guy who has very little luck with the local women. After some bad experiences, he takes a roll of the dice with a woman he’s never met. Enjoy!

Sitting on the couch, Brian sat in a barely-lit room. His auburn hair was looking messy, as he hadn’t cared to even comb it that day. He wore a pair of blue pajama pants with a gray tee as he clicked a remote, searching for a good movie to stream on his large flat screen. He had to search for a while as he’d seen many of the movies on the screen already. He sighed, and set down his remote for minute, feeling bored.

He closed his eyes for a moment, and wondered how he’d ended being this guy. Six years ago, he would have put on one of his nice outfits, and been out at a club with friends, trying to get lucky.  He had some success in the past, but recently, things had become much more difficult for him. The women his age didn’t go to bars and clubs anymore, and the younger ones who replaced them were a bit too prudish for him. You would think a guy who works as an IT specialist for a large firm would have better luck, especially with his salary.

He snapped out of his thoughts when his cell phone began to ring on the coffee table, playing a tune from one of his favorite sci-fi shows. He grabbed the phone, reading Joey’s name on the screen. Joey had been one of his good friends for many years, though, he hadn’t seen much of him in the last few months. Not wanting to be rude, he answered his cell.

“Hey, man.”

“Sup, nerd,” Joey replied casually, “What are you up to tonight?”

Brian shrugged, despite the fact his friend couldn’t see it, “Not much. Just looking for a movie to watch tonight.”

There was a silence, then his friend spoke again, “How long has it been since you went out, Brian?”

Thinking about it for a second, he replied, “It’s been awhile, I guess.”

“Dude, it’s been almost a year since we went out for some drinks. You need to get out of your apartment. You’re thirty now, and you’re still single.”

Thank you for reminding me… he thought to himself. He tilted his head back against the couch, and rolled his eyes. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t trying, or that he was only looking for a hook-up now. He’d grown past that, and was ready for something more steady. His only problem was how far the bar scene had declined in recent years. The local nightclub he and Joey used to frequent had closed down since then, and the only bars that remained were small, and hardly anyone went there anymore.

“I know, man. I know. I just don’t feel like it’s even worth the effort to find a girlfriend at a bar. So, why bother?” Brian argued.

“I get that, man. At the very least, we should hang out. I haven’t seen you in forever.” he insisted.

“Alright, alright.” Brian said, defeated, “When do you wanna hang out?”

“I’m about to go out right now. Get ready, and I’ll be in front of your place in a few minutes.” Joey seemed to be in a better mood.

The phone clicked as Joey hung up. Brian rubbed his eyes as he set his phone back down. He stood up and stretched, and made his way to his bedroom to change. He thought perhaps his friend was right. It had been a long time since he’d gone out, and maybe it was time he tried the dating scene again.


“You’re not serious. Please tell me you’re not serious.” Brian stepped out of his friend’s car, looking towards the building they had arrived at. Joey stepped out of the driver’s side, wearing a blue suit, and his sandy, blonde hair cut short and spiked. Brian, on the other hand, decided to dress a bit more casual, and wore a gray, patterned button-up with jeans. The two of them stood in the small parking lot of a building lit by neon lights.

“What’s wrong with Jackson 85?” Joey asked, sounding honestly baffled.

“It’s a college bar.” Brian replied, motioning his arm towards the building.


“So?” he began, sarcastically, “it always smells like vomit, it’s full of bros, cheerleaders and ‘woo’ girls, the drinks are poorly made, and–”

“And it’s got the highest number of single women in town. You might not find a girlfriend, but maybe you can still get lucky.” Joey interrupted him.

Brian’s eyes narrowed, feeling foolish for thinking his friend only took him out to catch up.

“You’re an ass.” Brian told him monotonously.

“Yeah, but you love me.” his friend replied, smiling, “Let’s go, man.”

Reluctantly, Brian followed his friend to the entrance of the building. Waiting at the door was a large man checking I.D. cards, making sure no minors were entering. He looked like he was too husky for anyone to want to fight him, and therefore, had never lost a fight in his life. After he waved them in, they were met with an enormous crowd filling the building. The DJ had been playing a shitty collection of songs from the campus’ Top 40 list, and everyone was either dancing where they stood, or talking amongst themselves.

Brian put his hand on his friend’s shoulder, “You sure you want to hang out here?” he asked him.

“Relax, it’s not as bad as it looks. Let’s get a drink, and go from there.” his friend reassured him.

Brian still had his doubts. This didn’t seem like the kind of place where you could meet someone, and spend some one-on-one time with them. However, Joey already made it clear this wasn’t the kind of place to find a date, but a hook-up might be possible. They arrived at the bar, and stood there nearly twenty minutes waiting for the bartender to notice them. The wait only made Brian feel more uncomfortable about his chances there. Finally, the twenty-something guy wearing all black and looking annoyed asked them what they wanted.

“Bourbon, neat.” Joey ordered first.

“Whiskey and coke, please.” Brian followed up. He figured it may be best to order something easy to make, and hard to screw up.

After getting their drinks, the two friends turned back towards the massive crowd in the room. There was so much activity going on in the small building, it was difficult to focus on any one person. Still, they scanned the room, searching for any signs of single women, and any opening to join them. For a few minutes, it didn’t seem like there were any opportunities arising. Then, it seemed as one was going to find them.

“Hey! How are you guys doing tonight?” a blonde woman with blue eyes and and heavy eyelash makeup approached them. She wore a light blue tank top with a matching girly hoodie, but they barely managed to contain her large chest.

“We’re doing well, and you?” Joey answered her first as the two of them turned towards her.

“I’m great! I just saw you guys here and figured I’d talk to you. So what are you guys drinking?”

“Whiskey.” they both replied together.

“Sounds good,” she nodded, “Would either of you guys be willing to buy a lady a drink?” she asked, flashing her eyes at them.

Before Brian could respond, Joey patted his shoulder and spoke, “My friend here would.”

Brian gave him a look of confusion. But Joey responded to it with another look of reassurance.

“Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” Joey lied. Brian knew he just wanted an excuse for Brian to be alone with this woman. With no other alternative than to let his friend have his wingman moment, Brian smiled at the blonde.

“So, what would you like?” he asked the blonde.

“I wouldn’t mind a cosmo.” she winked at him. Brian turned back to the bar, and tried to hail the man who was pouring shots for a group of ladies. He didn’t hesitate to take Brian’s order once he saw the blonde with him. He clearly enjoyed entertaining the beautiful women more than being professional. Brian asked the man for a cosmo, and paid for the drink.

“What’s your name?” Brian asked the blonde, handing her the drink.

“Samantha, but you can call me Sammi if you like.” she replied, smiling.

Feeling better about Joey’s decision to come here tonight, he gave Sammi a confident smile. Sammi took a sip of her drink, and Brian tried to figure out what to say next. It had been a long time since he tried to pick a woman up at a bar. Understandably, he was out of practice when it came to keeping them interested. In the end, he went with something easy.

“So, what are you studying?” he asked finally.

Sammi took another sip as he asked, then answered, “Education. I really want to become a teacher, and make a difference in some kids’ lives. Y’know?”

Brian nodded, “That sounds like a pretty noble goal.” he answered, before taking a swig of his own drink.

“Right?” her eyes widened at the ego boost, and she took another sip. Before Brian even knew it, Sammi’s drink was already finished, and she set the empty martini glass back on the bar. Brian was a bit surprised by her eagerness. He barely spoke two sentences to her before she finished his conversation starter. Rather than dwell on it, he motioned the bar, “Can I get you another drink?”

“If you want.” she replied with a smile.

“Another cosmo?”

“Ummm,” she started, “Would you mind if I got a daiquiri?” she tried to ask sweetly.

Brian nodded, trying to get on her good side. He paid the bartender for a daiquiri, which turned out to be twice as expensive, and suggested to Sammi that they go sit down. Sammi was happy to do so, and they did their best to navigate through the crowd of inebriated partiers. To Brian’s surprise, there were a few small tables along one of the walls.

They found a table that wasn’t taken, or very dirty, and sat down. Sammi sipped her daiquiri through a straw as she looked off. Brian reasoned that since the daiquiri was larger, he may have more time to talk to her before she finished it off.

“So, like, where do you work?” Sammi asked him.

“I’m an IT specialist at a software development firm here in town.” he told her.

Sammi giggled at him, “So, you’re one of those computer geeks?” she said, sounding amused.

Brian tried not to seem offended by that obviously condescending remark, and kept smiling as he replied, “I guess you could say that. But it’s probably the best job I’ve ever had.”

The blonde snickered again as she took another sip.

“What do you do?” he asked, trying to sound sincere.

“I’m a sales associate at a clothing store, over in the shopping mall down the street.” she said proudly.

‘So you fold shirts for a living…’ Brian thought to himself. He took another swig of his whiskey and coke, finishing it off.

“Wait here, I’m gonna get another drink.” he spoke, getting up.

Brian approached the bar once more to get another drink from the irate bartender who was busy chatting up a group of young women in tube tops until he showed up. He finally got a refill on his whiskey and coke, making his way back to the table where his blonde companion when he saw someone else there. Sammi was sharing her seat with a taller guy, short hair that was bleached and spiked, obviously spent a lot of time at a gym, and tattoos on his arms. He was all over Sammi, and kissing her like they were about to screw on the table.

Brian realized he’d been scammed by this chick. That wasn’t just some guy, but was obviously a boyfriend. She only made herself seem available to Brian just to get a few free drinks, then blow him off by bringing in the large boyfriend. Brian feared for the elementary students who would one day be placed in her responsibility. Choosing not to give her the satisfaction of a confrontation, he left her there, and looked for his friend.

He felt like a fool for having fallen for such an obvious scam. Normally, he would have seen that kind of thing coming a mile away, and now, he went for the first one that presented itself. He remembered why he stopped coming to these places in the first place, and why he didn’t want to be this person anymore. He spotted his friend, Joey, over by the other end of the bar chatting up a pretty-looking redhead.

“Can I speak with you for a second?” he asked him, patting his arm.

Joey looked slightly annoyed, but excused himself away from the young woman.

“What’s up? What happened with the blonde?” his friend asked, concerned.

“Didn’t end well. Turns out she was playing me for some free drinks.” Brian described.

His friend rolled his eyes back, likely also feeling a fool for enabling the interaction, “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t see it.”

“It’s fine. Look, I really appreciate you trying to get me back out there, but this place isn’t for me anymore.” he declared.

“Hey, now. Don’t say that! I’m sure there’s a nice girl around.” Joey tried to convince him.

Brian held out his arms, motioning to the whole room, “Look around. This isn’t a place for nice girls,” he said calmly, “Maybe there is a nice girl for me somewhere. But I’m not gonna find her by hanging around here.”

Joey lowered his head, defeated. He took a breath, and looked up, “I’m sorry, man. Hey, next time, it really will be just you and me. We’ll go out and do something instead.”

Brian nodded. That was something he always admired about Joey: he’s always looking out for him. Brian reached into his pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill, and handed it to him.

“Next round’s on me. I’m just gonna grab a taxi. Good luck, and have fun, man.” he patted his friend’s arm once more before making his way past the crowd, and out the door.


The cabinet opened up, and Brian grabbed a bottle of whiskey from inside. He poured an ounce into a small glass, and filled it the rest of the way with cola. He sat down at his computer desk, taking a sip, and relaxing after a night of disappointment. His computer sat on the desk in front of him, a basic screensaver played on the monitor. He considered going online to window shop on some dating website, but decided to check his messages instead.

There wasn’t anything too interesting in his email, just the usual list of tickets he would have to respond to in the morning. Then there were the few spam emails he would get every day. He went through them, deleting each one asking if he’s looking for employment opportunities, or if he’d like to buy medical insurance. His attention was drawn to one particular email he was about to delete. Any other time, he would have deleted it without looking, but after the night he just had, he hesitated.

The subject of the email read ‘Your perfect, Russian bride is waiting to meet you!’. Brian scoffed at the title, and thought about the lengths these sites will go to. He’d heard about this kind of business from movies and tv, but never actually tried looking it up before. He was curious to see how valid it was, how it worked, or if it was just a website full of viruses. If worse came to worst, he was an IT specialist, and could easily clean up any viruses.

Brian took a large swig of his drink, and clicked on the link to the website. A rather poorly-made website was brought up, and his anti-virus hadn’t reacted, so far.The first part of the website to catch his eye was a tab marked: ‘Success Stories’. He chuckled upon seeing those words, and clicked it to see what it would show. There were pictures of happy couples dressed for brides and grooms. Each one labeled with the names of the happy couples.

Assuming the pictures were fake, Brian copied the URL of one of the pictures labeled: ‘Ana and Mark’. H then performed a reverse image search to see where the picture actually came from. Thinking he would see a marriage magazine ad, he was surprised to see the only results were from someone’s social network. It was the profile of the man identified as Mark, and curious still, there were more pictures of the wedding. Just to be certain, Brian checked his wife’s profile, and saw that Ana was born in Russia, and moved to the U.S. only a couple years ago. So all of it was real?

It seemed that Brian had been proven wrong, so he sat back in his chair, and decided to have another drink. He went to the kitchen to pour another one, and felt rather frustrated. Here he was, having so much difficulty finding a decent woman, and these guys were just ordering one online like it was a product. ‘Why should it be so easy for them?’ he thought to himself, ‘It should be just as easy for me, too!’ and he took a large swallow of whiskey. The more he thought about it, the more it upset him. Finishing another drink, and feeling rather inebriated at this point, Brian got back onto his computer.

He reloaded the website, and found the section for applying to get a bride for himself. The first thing it showed him was a search filter, asking him the specifics of the woman he wanted to meet. Brian sat in front of the computer, not moving for nearly five minutes, trying to think of what he liked in a woman. He always thought brown hair was cute, and blue eyes were his favorite, and she definitely needed to be a bit shorter than him, and preferably average or slim body size. He entered all the specific points, as well as some that were optional, and clicked ‘Submit’.

For a few moments, the webpage seemed to be doing a search, while a small wheel turned on the screen. Finally, a window popped up on the screen, which read: ‘Laysun matches all of your specifications. Would you like to make this woman your bride?’ For a moment, Brian wasn’t sure if he wanted to go through with it. But after the frustration he’d had the past few years, he wanted a sure thing, and he had a feeling this Laysun woman would at least try to be decent to him. He hit yes, and filled out the information page, including the information to give Laysun a fiance visa.


A few weeks had past since Brian arranged for Laysun to come see him. Her fiance visa allowed her to stay in the country for a few months so they could get married. Brian was having his doubts about this arrangement, and his decision to do this in the first place, but gathered he could spend some time with her first. If things didn’t work out, she could just go back, and if it did, they could have a quick marriage at the courthouse, and do a formal wedding later. But at long last, the day of her arrival was here.

Brian was a nervous wreck as he sat at the arrivals area of the airport, holding up a sign that read Laysun’s name. He still had no idea what she looked like, only that a website claimed she had all the characteristics he wanted in a woman. He checked his watch, and figured her plane must be arriving right then. He waited a bit longer, knowing the next crowd to come through the terminal would be from her plane.

The large group came through, and Brian’s stomach sank. He scanned the crowd, checking each person, seeing if any of them resembled what could be his perfect woman. There were a lot of attractive woman walking through, but none of them seemed to match the description. For a few moments, he started to think he fell for another scam, and lost all the money he spent on plane tickets and the visa. The crowd was just about past him, and Brian felt a pang of disappointment.

“Excuse me, you’re Brian?” a woman’s voice spoke from near him. A voice with a clear Russian accent.

Brian turned towards the woman, and his stomach fluttered drastically. Standing a few feet from him was a gorgeous young woman in a red shirt and jean jacket. Her pants were a dark-colored satin, like currant, or garnet. Brian was stunned to see she matched every characteristic the website said she had. Her hair was a beautiful, wavy brown, and her eyes were a deep blue he was lost in almost immediately. Her information said she was twenty-six, but she looked almost as if she were still a teenager, with how young her face looked.

“I’m sorry, while I was in crowd, I did not see your sign.” she explained. Her voice sounded sweet, and her English was very good, despite the small errors. The crowd may also explain why Brian didn’t see her at first either.

“Laysun.” he replied, smiling and feeling somewhat excited, “It’s good to finally meet you.” he extended a hand to her shyly.

Laysun looked at his hand, and smiled, looking amused. Rather than shaking his hand, she stepped close to him, and placed her hand on the back of his neck, before kissing him on the lips. Brian froze in nervousness, but let himself relax a bit, and enjoy the feeling of her lips on his. A second later, and Laysun slowly broke the kiss, looking into his eyes.

“We’re to be married, darling. No need to act so formal.” she told him, smiling again. She seemed very happy, and her eyes scanned his face. Her hand moved slowly from his neck to his chest. Brian got the idea Laysun was very happy with his appearance, but could tell he was nervous too. He looked into her eyes, and they seemed to look so peaceful. Seeing her eyes looking back at him seemed to put him at ease, and his body began to relax.

The two of them left the terminal to retrieve her belongings in baggage claim, and Brian led her to his car. It was a long ride to Brian’s apartment, so he talked to Laysun to get to know her better. He learned how she’d wanted to live in America for a long time, she was very fond of music from the 80s, really liked the fact that Brian had a well-paying job working with computers. The more they talked, the more Brian was beginning to really like Laysun. For once, Brian felt like something was going right in his life.

They arrived back at the apartment, and Brian helped his new fiance to bring her things inside. He showed her around the apartment, how to operate the tv, and how to get in contact with him when he was gone. Afterwards, Laysun wanted to take a shower, especially after having been on a very long flight.

“I won’t be long, darling.” she told him, closing the bathroom door behind her.

Brian smiled back at her, and sat on his bed. Just a few months ago, he could barely get a woman interested in him enough to want to sleep with him, and now he had a beautiful woman in his shower, and she wanted to be with him. If all went well, he would get to marry this woman. But, for the moment, he still felt like he had to go through the dating phase before making any major plans. Laysun had told him about how she wanted to see what fast food was like here, so he wondered whether he should order some food for them tonight.

He sat thinking for so long, he was surprised when the bathroom door opened. His first reaction was to give her some privacy while she got dressed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–” he started, but stopped when he saw laysun standing there, completely nude. Most women he knew generally kept the towel wrapped around their bodies when they exited the bathroom, but his fiancee clearly didn’t. She had simply toweled off, and walked out completely bare. She stepped out, and looked at Brian, looking confused, and also blushing slightly.

“What’s wrong, darling?” she asked, almost teasingly.

Brian became quite nervous, and tried his best to keep his eyes on her face, if only to try and seem like a gentleman. This made Laysun giggle.

“It’s ok, darling. There’s no need to feel embarrassed.” she said, slowly stepping closer to him.

“I understand. It’s just, uh.. I-I just wasn’t expecting to see you like this so soon.” Brian stuttered the words out.

Laysun looked rather amused, and stood right in front of him now. Her body almost against his, “But I am your fiancee. Da? This means I am your’s now.” she spoke slowly. She placed her hands on his chest, and Brian felt her breasts press into his chest, the moisture from her body began to soak into his shirt, “All of me.”

Brian was blown away by her candor. This was a woman he’d barely known for an hour, and she was already giving herself to him in every way. He wanted to be modest and gentlemanly, but she had broken down any barriers or obstacles Brian was used to battling. Before Brian could think about it any further, his fiancee leaned in to kiss him again. Brian put his hands on her waist, feeling the moist heat on her skin. He no longer wanted to hold back for Laysun.

The beautiful, Russian brunette pulled his shirt off his body, and continued to kiss him more passionately. Her hands ran over his chest, and around to his back. Brian felt her nipples harden against his skin, sensing her excitement. His prick hardened quickly for Laysun, and his bulging pants made it clear. She grabbed his pants by the waist, and quickly unfastened them. Brian couldn’t believe how quickly they were moving.

“Are you sure you want to do this now?” he asked her.

“Da! I was sitting on flight for twelve hours. I need workout now.” she replied, her accent making her words somehow much more erotic. Without any further discussion, she pulled his trousers down, along with his boxers, and looked at his hard member with excited eyes. Brian considered his dick to be fairly average, but the way she looked at it almost hinted it was bigger than she had expected. She grabbed his shaft, stroking him lustfully, and took the head into her mouth. Brian’s leg jerked upon feeling her mouth, and his mouth opened as she eagerly sucked on it.

She continued to stroke him as her head bobbed on the tip of his cock. Brian could only watch her in amazement, everything this woman did was a marvel for him, and went above and beyond his expectations. She was squatted down in front of him, and her free hand was now rubbing her own vulva. She was taking great pleasure in blowing his cock. She began to moan in enjoyment of him.

Large jolts of pleasure ran through Brian’s body. He took a handful of Laysun’s hair, still wet from her shower. She looked up at him with her gorgeous blue eyes, and it made Brian want her more. He wanted to please her now, however he could. He wanted to make her feel as good as she was making him feel. Before he could figure out what to do, his fiancee stopped, and got up. She laid on the bed next to him, getting comfortable before spreading her legs, and raising her knees up to her chest.

“Eat me, baby.” she demanded with a very sweet tone. Her face had an expression of eroticism, teasing, and a bit of amusement. She was having fun with him.

Brian obliged, and crawled onto the bed just below her. He brought his face just inches away from her opening, picking up the scent of her womanly honey. She had been cleanly shaven, and her cunt looked ready to be devoured. Brian extended his tongue, and licked her labia from top to bottom. She exhaled audibly, and her face demanded more.

He sucked the lips of her labia into his mouth, and gently pulled on them. Then used his tongue to move up and down her opening again, tracing small circles around her tiny pleasure button. He was making his fiancee moan louder, and her honey flowed onto his lips. Laysun held her legs apart as he continued to eat her pussy, and begged him for more.

Brian held her thighs in his hands as he felt her womanhood becoming hotter, sensing she was going to climax soon. His prick throbbed at the clue of her orgasm approaching. He focused his attention on her clitoris, and her moans became louder and more frequent. Soon, she shouted out as her hips began to buck on his mouth. She was climaxing for him for the first time, and Brian could feel the walls of her cunt contract against his tongue.

As her intense moan began to subside, and her body stopped bucking, Laysun lowered her legs, but kept them spread. Brian assumed she would need a minute, but noticed her hand reaching down to slowly continue rubbing her mound. Brian didn’t usually see women do that, but it looked like a sign she had an enormous sexual hunger. She opened her eyes and looked at her lover, smiling, then biting her lip. Her eyes moved down Brian’s body, and stopped at his fully hardened rod.

As she watched it, her rubbing seemed to get a bit faster. She put a finger on her lip, as if considering something. Her eyes came back up to Brian’s face, and she smiled deviously.

“Come here, darling. Lay down for me.” she instructed him as she got up.

Brian did as she asked, wondering what his fiancee was up to now. He was flat on his back with his head on the pillow. Laysun sat next to him, and took his hard shaft in her mouth once more, but only sucked on his member for a few seconds. She then lifted one leg over his body, and straddled him. Brian could hardly believe he was about to enter this gorgeous Russian beauty. She grabbed his shaft, and positioned the head just at her opening, then lowered herself onto him.

Laysun cried out with a great moan of lust, and Brian felt her tight walls grasping all around his shaft. His fiancee took his entire length, and lightly dug her nails into his chest. Brian didn’t know how it could be possible, but his cock must have been bigger than anything else his fiancee had taken before, the way she was reacting to it. Her hips didn’t move at all for a couple seconds while her opening stretched.

Brian reached up, and grabbed her breasts while she got used to his size, and massaged them tenderly. He hadn’t gotten the pleasure of touching them yet, and enjoyed how they felt in his hands. Laysun, also, seemed to adore the way he groped them, biting her lip lustfully as he squeezed and massaged them. His fiancee was becoming even more excited by his affections, and started slowly moving her hips against his waist. She gyrated her body against him, and her breathing increased, and strengthened.

She felt amazing wrapped around his cock, and he hungered for more. He lowered his hands onto her thighs, and held her as she rode him faster and faster.

“You like, baby?” she asked him erotically.

Brian nodded, “Oh yeah.”

“You want to cum for me, baby?” she asked, rocking her hips faster for him.

“Yes.” he replied, his voice strained as he was finding it hard speak anymore. She had him under her spell, and she could have asked anything of Brian at that moment. And he would have given it to her if it meant she wouldn’t stop.

Laysun rocked her hips harder, to the point of human limitation, and her moans became louder and quicker. Brian could feel her hungry opening heating up again, and more of her juices coated his prick. His fiancee cried out again, and a hot rush of her honey filled her womanhood as she orgasmed onto him again. Her walls clenched him hard, and pushed him over the edge. Brian couldn’t resist gripping her thighs as his body tensed up, and he released a huge load of cum into her.

His orgasm was probably stronger than any other he’d experienced in his life, and with the way Laysun caved on top of him, breathing heavily, and shaking, it was probably the biggest she’d experienced as well. Brian wrapped his arms over her back, and held her. She tilted her head up and looked him. Her eyes communicated she was very satisfied with how he made love to her. They both smiled, and kissed passionately as they embraced.

“Mmmm…. Would you like more?” she purred.

Brian’s eyes widened in surprise. She really was insatiable, “Maybe we should get something to eat first?” he suggested.

“Da, that sounds good, darling.” she said giggling.

“I love the way you call me ‘darling’.” he admitted to her.

She placed her finger on his lower lip, “Then I will always call you ‘darling’.”

Brian’s smiled widened, thinking he may very well have found his perfect woman. And was even more surprised by the means of meeting her. He didn’t know if this was simple chance, or providence. But he had no plans to send her back to Russia, ever. He couldn’t wait to introduce this perfect beauty to his best friend, and rub his face in it.


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Big and Beautiful Women, gotta love them.

I don’t know when it first happened, but there was a time, back when I was a teenager, and I was only attracted to thinner women, as most young guys are. But at some point, I began to look at larger women with more appreciation for their appearance. I remember one such woman from my class when I was a junior. She was absolutely gorgeous, but was also a bit more curvy than the women I was normally into. I didn’t understand my attraction to her at the time, but she was probably one of my bigger crushes back then.

At this point in my life, I can tell you with certainty that I am a BBW lover. I won’t say I don’t find thinner women attractive, or good lovers either. But in my past experiences, sex with bigger women has been much more enjoyable for me. There are a lot of men who would agree, but most people tend to disagree because of the damage caused by dating apps like Tinder. It wasn’t so long ago you could find entire communities online dedicated to the appreciation, flirting, and hooking up with BBWs.

Despite the fact many of them still exist today, people are more reliant on apps like Tinder for dating, which allow you to judge a person’s desirability based on first appearances. This has left many women with worries about their appearance, and especially, their weight. Personally, I don’t care for these ideas of women who are an image of “perfection”, and how men should want for nothing less than a woman with a thin body. But I refuse to be the guy who lectures you about what ‘real women’ have. I don’t think real women have curves, nor do I feel real women have a perfect body they worked for. I feel that real women own their bodies.

Insecurities, and personal preferences about body types, aren’t going to go away. However, there’s no reason for you to not work with what you got. If you’re a woman with a few extra pounds, and some curves to go with it, you should show it off, instead of hide it. Your curves are nothing to be ashamed about. You need to remember there are guys out there who will appreciate your body as it is, more than they would someone thinner, and more boney. For us, it’s more about the decadence of enjoying a woman. It may sound cliched, but we really do love it when there’s more of you to love.

I do have a few tips on how to make things work if you’re a BBW, or a guy who’s attracted to BBWs. First of all, understand she’s probably going to be very insecure about her body, or at least certain parts of her body. Ladies, you should also know guys are very visually stimulated creatures, and we’re often drawn to you because some aspects of your body are more appealing, like your breasts, butt, thighs, and tummy, especially because they are bigger. For inst

Communication is very important in this regard, especially early in the relationship. Guys, if you like a certain part of her that she is insecure about, you need to communicate how much you actually enjoy those parts of her. As time goes on, she may begin to feel like she’s not attractive enough for you, because she feels ashamed of her tummy, or thighs, or some other part of her. Take those parts she hates, and make them a point of celebration. Let her know that you like those parts of her, and she should too.

Ladies, in the same regard, you need to accept when the guy you’re with compliments your body. This is not to say you should accept catcalls from guys you don’t know who comment about your body, but to those guys you take as lovers. I understand how insecurity can make you react by pulling away, and not believing your lover’s compliment, but he’s not lying. Believe me, if a guy desires your body enough to want to have sex with you, he honestly appreciates your body. Turning down these compliments will only make it sound like it’s meaningless.

In erotica, the use of BBWs can add a lot of credibility to your stories. Not because it makes for better stories, but it creates a wider spectrum of traits for you to use. Characters are supposed to have flaws, insecurities, and struggles. BBWs have these, as well as the potential to overcome them, and discover a sexual goddess hidden within themselves. This equates to a story that is much more relateable, believable, and even thrilling. I often find the most exciting erotic stories I read involve a sexy BBW, and sometimes write about them myself.

So what do you guys think? Feel free to leave any comments or questions, or just feel free to discuss you thoughts on the topic.

Beyond Expectations – “The One Gold Slave” by Christian Kennedy

About three weeks ago, I was thinking about the possibility of extending this blog to more than just short stories and opinion posts, and including book reviews as well. Obviously, my first problem was where to begin, and with whom. It was then, out of the blue, I got a request for a review from an author friend on Facebook, Miss Christian Kennedy. Providence had brought her to me, and she graced me with a free copy of her debut novel, “The One Gold Slave” Atlaind: Book 1. As well as some very good-looking prints. So get ready for my first erotic book review!

I should begin by admitting something: As a long time reader of erotica, and having kept an eye on the current flow of books coming out, I wasn’t expecting an amazing story. Most erotica that gets pushed out these days are often catered to a specific audience, and satisfy the needs of those craving a particular fetish. I’m sure you’ve all seen those books on Amazon with sub genres combining alien/lesbian/tentacle/impregnation into one story, or some variation on that.

That was not the case for Miss Kennedy’s work.

“The One Gold Slave” is a step above my expectations, and I was blown away by the world she had created. From the very first page, she had my attention. After the first chapter, I was enthralled by the story. Before I had realized it, I was almost half-way through the book. I believe there may have been a moment when I checked the page I was on, which was 168, and in what felt like minutes, I checked again, and found myself on page 244. There was no way I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to sit down, at this moment, and give you all a thorough review. And for those of you who read my posts regularly, you know how thorough I like to be.

Let’s start with the cover art:

As you can see from the featured image, there has been some clear work done into it’s creation. For those who have not yet read the story, Miss Kennedy is also a very talented photographer, and offers prints for sale on her etsy page. For the many other authors who spam their books in Facebook groups, their covers will often be some kind of artistic background, with a couple trimmed jpegs slapped on front, and a title. Having access to photography skills, as well as no shortage of devilishly attractive models(that includes you Mr. Jameson) gives Miss Kennedy a distinct advantage over other indie authors right out of the gate.

While looking through her series’ Facebook page, It’s clear there was much more work involved than simply hiring models, dressing them up, then point-n-click. Miss Kennedy kept supporters updated on the whole process of bringing her characters to life. The amount of work involved in their appearances shows her dedication to showing us exactly what she envisioned for Atlaind. One can’t help but appreciate her bold commitment.


The models themselves also worked very hard to help Miss Kennedy realize her vision. The talented cast included the beautiful Gilly Hathaway, as Mistress Isavyne. The role of Zsash was portrayed by the handsome Josh Jameson. As for the lovely redhead who played the beautiful Khessi, I’m not able to release her name out of respect to her personal preferences, but her ‘blossoming’ dress is certainly one of my favorites. I also found myself quite jealous of Mr. Jameson at times.


Now for the story:

“The One Gold Slave” isn’t your typical erotica novel, as I’ve mentioned already. As I opened it up, I was expecting something a bit more generic, something akin to a longer version of an amateur story littered with sex scenes. Boy, was I so very very wrong! Miss Kennedy has created a world in which society has been divided into the highborn monarchy of Masters, and the slaves who serve them. This isn’t to say the master/slave relationship is violent, or demeaning. It’s more of a translation of the relationship between master and slave in the BDSM lifestyle. Surely, only someone with a strong background in BDSM could have dreamed of such a world.

The slaves have their own set of codes passed on to them by their predecessors, in how best to serve their masters. These codes are usually easy to follow, and slave work is not unlike vocational job training. The slaves portrayed are well-fed, and given proper lodgings. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind living in Miss Kennedy’s world, myself.

At first, I was very concerned with Miss Kennedy’s telling of the story from a first-person perspective, rather than third-person, as I feel it tends to take away from good prose. Fortunately, Miss Kennedy does an amazing job of compensating with great description and dialogue. Her use of description does an excellent job of giving good visualization, without slowing down the story. The overall pace is excellent throughout the book, and if you were to remove every erotic scene, it would actually make a decent high fantasy story.

From the very start, I liked Zsash, who plays our story’s main protagonist. He’s a very determined character with a heart of gold beneath his loud-mouthed exterior. A mouth that gets him into a lot of trouble, on more than one occasion. Mistress Isavyne is, by far, the epitome of her title as ‘mistress’. She’s extremely commanding, dangerous, seductive, but also sensual and caring for those in her employ. But my favorite character, by far, is the innocent redhead known as Khessi. Out of all other characters portrayed in Miss Kennedy’s story, hers is probably the most well fleshed out. As the diplomatic Household Slave, Khessi is charming, funny, decisive, and can be vindictive to those who slight her, when she wants to be.


Lovers of fantasy will delight in the story, and get a kick out of the conflict involving a race of creatures called ‘wyrlings’. These creatures are made by runaway slaves who practice a forbidden type of magic called channeling. Channeling allows a person to take on the traits of an animal, which eventually ends up turning them feral. These half-man, half-animal creatures become a constant threat to our characters, and create some of the most edge-of-your-seat conflict I’ve ever read in a romance story. With danger, suspense, romanticism, and a good amount of humor, “The One Gold Slave” has something that can appeal to almost any reader.

As for the scenes of eroticism themselves, they are kinda sparse, at first, but very satisfying. Miss Kennedy’s skill for description extends right into her intense portrayal of passion between many of the characters. Whether it’s a short interaction, or a long love-making session, she makes it difficult to keep your hand out of your pants, while not being overly vulgar. Although, as some of you know about me, I think a bit of vulgarity is occasionally called for. Overall, the eroticism spans over many styles, and levels of intensity throughout the book. As Miss Kennedy described, it is a delicious ‘kaleidoscope of hedonism’.


“The One Gold Slave” Tales of Atlaind: Book 1, by Christian Kennedy is available for sale now on Amazon. Many of her prints from the book are also available to purchase on her Etsy page.

New Membership

This week’s Erotic Bite is the story of a couple who has enjoyed what life had in store for them, but have started to become bored with each other. However, a very exclusive night club may offer new excitement possibilities. Enjoy!

The skyline above the city was filled with colors of orange and pink, holding up the dark blue hues of the coming night. Street lights were already blinking on along the road of the gated community, creating yellow beams of light in Michael’s car as he drove by them. The scent of fast food french fries filled the Cadillac Coupe with a scent that teased his nostrils. He was very tempted to reach into the paper bag in the passenger seat, and snatch a few fries to snack on, but resisted the temptation. He’d be home in just a few moments, and then he could sit and enjoy his food.

Turning into the driveway, he continued on for a few seconds into the large plot of concrete, easily able to hold eight other cars, and still have some room to spare. Reaching the garage door, he stopped just in front of his large, 90s-style mansion. Mainly taking the appearance of white stucco and faux stones, it matched the handful of large houses surrounding the area in their private community. Pulling on the emergency brake, and grabbing the paper bag as he unbuckled, he made his way up the walkway to the large wooden door. Stepping inside, he set the paper bag down a moment to take off his coat, and hang it in the adjoining closet.

Just before getting settled, he stopped in front of the ornamental mirror in the doorway to examine himself. His friends and family always told him he was a good-looking guy, with his dark brown hair; and a charmer to have blue eyes like his. Even for a guy in his early thirties, he had done very well for himself, and looked as if he’d barely aged at all. Out of everyone living in the private community, he and his wife, Nicole, were probably the youngest homeowners in their community.

Michael had found his success years ago when he entered his career in journalism at a respected, local paper. After working there a couple years, the company was facing a financial crisis, and bankrupted its owner. He liked working there too much to let it fail, so he bought the company for a low price, and with the help of a modest loan. Less than a year later, Michael had succeeded in getting the business back on it’s feet, and even rising above and beyond where it was. In two years, it had expanded, and was currently one of the top news distributors in the middle Tennessee area.

Being the good guy he was, Michael had even brought his old boss back on the force in an administrative position, to repay him for giving Michael a chance. It had also been how Michael met Nicole. At the time, Nicole was a writer for an advice column, and caught his eye one day. They married a year later, and had been together ever since.

As he made his way into the living room, he sat down on the couch, and flipped on the tv. As he got comfortable, he heard a voice come from another room, “I smell french fries.”

Nicole came out from a hallway, and joined her husband on the couch, opening the paper bag, and pulled out the hot food. They sat there, enjoying their food as they watched a reality show they both enjoyed on their huge television screen. They could have afforded to hire a private chef to come in and cook their meals every day, but they had both come from modest upbringings, and didn’t see the need for such luxuries. But, with Michael’s company currently worth over two billion dollars, they could certainly enjoy the fine things in life.

Once they had finished their food, Nicole got up, heading to the kitchen, still dressed in pj pants and a tank top, “I’m getting a glass of wine, do you want anything?” she asked, looking back at her husband.

Michael shook his head, “No, I’m good.”

His wife turned back and turned a corner into the kitchen. She returned a moment later with her wine in hand, and sat back down, taking a sip. After a few minutes, Michael looked at his wife, appreciating her body for a moment. Despite looking like she had just gotten out of bed, her strawberry blonde hair was brushed and straight. She made it a point to work out when she could to keep her slim figure.

Feeling very attracted to her at the moment, he placed a hand on her thigh, moving it up and down along the soft fabric covering it. Nicole, still watching tv, slowly blinked her eyes, almost looking annoyed, “Not tonight, hun. I’m really just not in the mood.”

Michael brought his hand back to his lap, and returned his attention to the tv. A few years ago, when things were going really well for them financially, they began to go on little adventures. They loved travelling together, and their sex lives were quite active. Almost every night, they would try something new to keep their passion burning strong. Lately, their sexual bouts were much more sparse, and even more vanilla. They couldn’t figure out if they had simply tried everything, or were just getting bored.

If past experience was any indicator, it was unlikely Nicole would change her mind at any point that night. Getting up, Michael decided to go to his study, and sit at his desk while he enjoyed some porn on his computer. He had the feeling his wife was already aware of his reasons for doing so, but never said anything regarding that issue. All that did was support the idea she was starting to lose interest.

The next morning, Michael had gotten up early to work out at the private club he signed up for only last year. He and his wife liked to stay in fairly good shape. Nicole, however, signed up for a local gym, where she took spin class and yoga. Their mornings were often spent apart. After two hours of running along the track, and some calisthenics, he showered, and went to the smoothie bar for a drink.

“Hey, Mike!” a voice called out from the seating area nearby. Turning to look at the source, Michael saw a man with short, blonde hair, and wearing gym clothes. He recognized the man as his good friend, Avery. He had also done very well, financially. He wasn’t a CEO, but he was very high up on the food chain in a packaging and delivery company that had gone international several years back. He waved back at his friend, and took his orange and pineapple smoothie from the barista before going to sit with him.

“Avery, good to see you. How are things?” Michael asked politely.

“Not bad, business is good, stock’s going up.” Avery replied, trying not to look like he was bragging.

“That’s good. Anything exciting going on?” Michael inquired.

His friend shook his head as he took a sip of his smoothie through a red straw, “Not really, just the usual.”

Michael nodded, looking away. His friend must have sensed there was something on his mind.

“How are things with you and Nikky?” he asked, his voice sounded slightly concerned.

Michael came out of his thoughts, and forced a smile, “Things are fine.”

His friend furled his eyebrows, not convinced, “fine?” he mimicked, “What do you mean ‘fine’?

“It’s not a big deal,” he reassured his friend, “we’re just going through a bit of a dry spell, is all.”

Avery’s head popped up, as if remembering something, “Oh, yeah, been there before. Not a fun experience.”

“Does it ever feel like you just get bored?” Michael asked, “Like you just don’t seem to be adventurous anymore?”

“Sure,” Avery shrugged, “everyone goes through that, I guess. It’s perfectly normal.”

“Did you?” he inquired.

His friend nodded, “Of course.”

“So what did y’all do?” he asked his friend.

“Well… for me and Monica, it was different. But, couples in your case have a lot of options. You can do couple’s therapy, find some new experience to share, take a romantic date, things like that.”

This didn’t make Michael feel any better. He and Nicole had done these things before, and it didn’t seem to help.

“How was it different for you and Monica? What did you do?” he inquired, curious to know what his friend had tried, but Michael clearly hadn’t.

As if caught in some dilemma, Avery sat speechless for a moment, his mouth partially opened, trying to figure out what to say.

“It’s… hard to explain. And I don’t know if it’s something you and Nikky would try.”

This only heightened Michael’s curiosity, and intrigued him.

“What are you hiding, Avery?” Michael asked, his eyes narrowing, “Come on, we’re all friends. If it worked for you, then I must know.”

Avery didn’t respond right away. He simply looked down, his eyes shifting, like he was considering something. Michael was quiet, patiently waiting for his friend to decide. After nearly two minutes of silence, Avery responded.

“If I tell you, can you remain discreet, and open-minded?”

Michael nodded.

“You’re sure?” he responded, sounding quite serious.

Michael nodded again.

“Ok,” he leaned in, and spoke in a hushed tone, “There’s an exclusive nightclub in downtown Nashville. It’s members only, but I can sponsor you and Nikky. It saved my marriage, and I think it can do the same for you.”

A nightclub? Michael thought to himself. He had his doubts, but he trusted his friend.

“Call me next Thursday, and rent a hotel room near this address.” Avery instructed, jotting down something on the back of one of his business cards, “You’ll want to dress nicely. Classy, but not too formal. Tell Nikky to dress for dancing.”

Michael was starting to think he might be serious. An exclusive nightclub, with a dress code, and needing sponsorship? Those types of places were few and far in between nowadays. Whatever made this club so exceptional had Michael intrigued. He picked up the business card, and studied the address.

“Anything else I should know about?” he asked, almost feeling timid by what this place might be.

Avery stood up and thought a moment, then replied, “That’s about it, just remember to keep an open mind.” and with that, Michael’s friend left.

The following week passed by relatively uneventful. Michael told his wife about the conversation he had with Avery at the club that day. He told her about the exclusive nightclub, the dress code, and how it would somehow fix their relationship. Surprisingly, Nicole was on-board with the whole idea, noting how Monica always seemed to be so upbeat. Neither of them had spoken to Avery, or Monica, since that day, but were confident their friends had their best interests in mind.

Thursday had rolled around, and the couple had packed some of their nicer attire, and booked a room at a hotel only a short taxi ride away from the address. After an early dinner, the couple got dressed for the night. Michael put on one of his nicer button-ups, with a blue blazer, and deep blue slacks. He decided not to wear a tie with it, thinking it would look too serious. Nikky had chosen a silky red dress that stopped just above her knees, and hung over one of her shoulders.

She was still in the bathroom, fixing her hair when Michael got a phone call from Avery, “Hello?” he answered.

“Michael! Buddy! Are you guys nearby?” Avery exclaimed, sounding pretty excited.

“Yeah , we’re only a few minutes away. Nikky is just fixing her hair up now.”

“Perfect! We’re already at the club, it’s just opening. I’ve spoken with the hostess of the evening, and she’s expecting you. Just give her your names, and she’ll take care of the rest. We’ll see you inside, buddy!” The phone clicked as Avery hung up.

Michael was taken aback, but assumed his friend was just really eager to have the night begin. Avery was vouching for them, so he wanted to make a nice impression. He made sure that he looked good, smelled good, their outfits were crisp, and their demeanor was distinguished. Nicole was ready, and the two of them went downstairs and hailed a taxi.

“Can you take us to this address?” Michael told the driver, handing him the business card Avery gave him. The driver looked at the address, and his eyebrows shot up.

“Oh yeah, that place. I know where that is.” the driver replied, starting the meter.

“Can you tell us what the place is like?” Michael asked, hoping to learn something.

“Not much to say, never been inside. Just a lot of women walking in, looking like lingerie models.” the driver replied, sounding as if he were sorry he couldn’t be more helpful.

Five minutes of silent driving later, the driver stopped in front of a two-storied building that looked more like the front of an upscale restaurant. The only real, distinguishable feature was a sign bearing a large ‘m’ with an accented dash over it, and a circle around it. Michael paid the driver, and the couple stepped out. They saw other couples making their way inside the building as well. The women who came in with their dates were just as the taxi driver described. They made Nicole look as if she may have been overdressed.

As they stepped inside, they saw a small lobby area, with red carpet, and red, painted walls, and a low, black ceiling with small lights. There was a counter on one side where guests were signing in, and paying a lady at the register. Another woman stood behind the counter, wearing a gorgeous, silver dress. Her hair was auburn, and curled. Her hazel eyes studied the faces of the guests in the lobby, then met Michael’s eyes, and smiled, approaching them.

“Hello, are you new here?” she asked with a casual, yet flirty, voice.

“We are.” Michael replied.

“Oh, good! Do you have an appointment here?” she asked, picking up a clipboard.

“Umm, I think so. I’m Michael Davenport, and this is my wife, Nicole.” He replied, following Avery’s instructions.

A look of recognition rose in the hostess’ eyes, “Right! Our prospective members.” she replied, checking a list, “So you’re being sponsored by…. Mr. Avery Coleman?”

Michael smiled, “That’s correct, he’s a good friend of mine.” He was relieved. Nicole still looked quite nervous as she examined the other women who came in. Probably worried about her husband looking at them, wearing outfits leaving little to the imagination.

The hostess had them fill out an application, then pay a membership fee, and she filed it all away, looking even more perky.

“Alright, let’s take the tour!” she proclaimed. She led them through the large doors inside. Michael and Nicole were amazed to see inside was a large dance floor, with seating areas in the corners. The hostess pointed out the VIP areas, pole-dancing stages, a full bar, and a DJ booth. She led them upstairs, and showed them the other areas. They were shown a lounge, where couples seemed to be making out already, some with heavy petting, and a seating area, where groups of people gathered to talk and laugh.

“Oh, I almost forgot to mention,” the hostess interjected, “Since this your first time, we want to express that you’re under no obligation to do anything you’re not comfortable doing. Feel free to just relax, make new friends, and just watch, if you want,” she said with a smile. As the tour continued, Michael and Nicole looked at each other with a look of concern. Both of them thinking, what kind of club is this, exactly?The hostess took them to another room which looked more like a dungeon with various BDSM apparatuses around.

“This is the room everyone calls ‘The Red Room’. As a lifestyle club, we ensure every fetish is accommodated, and make sure everyone is safe in their practice.” the hostess said those words so matter-of-factually. Michael and Nicole were in shock as they realized what kind of club they had been invited to. Any other time, the two of them would have just walked out. But Avery had vouched for them, and Michael had given his word to keep an open mind. He looked to his wife, who was blushing profusely, but seemed to still be on-board.

“Well, that’s the whole club! Do you have any questions for me?” the hostess asked, stopping them in the middle of the hall.

The two of them were silent for a second before Michael spoke up, “Do you know where I can find my friend, Avery?”

“Well, I would imagine if he’s not up here, then check the main dance area, you may find him there.” she answered.

“Ok, thank you.” Nicole replied before her husband could speak.

With a bright smile, the hostess turned and left them alone. Nicole exhaled loudly, still trying to take in the fact they were invited to a lifestyle club by their best friends.

“So… are you ready for this?” Michael asked his wife, nervously.

“I, uh… I-I think I need a drink before anything else. There was a bar downstairs, right?” Nikky replied, clearly flustered.

They both agreed on the way to the bar, they would at least stay for an hour or so, just to give it a try. At the bar, Michael ordered a beer, while his wife asked for a tall glass of red wine. Michael turned towards the dance floor, which was huge, and lit up with party lights often found at nightclubs. The music had an amazing beat, and felt almost seductive. Couples, and groups of people, were already dancing together, and women were already pole-dancing on the stages, wearing nearly nothing.

As he scanned the area, he barely recognized the back of his friend’s head, as he watched one of the pole-dancing stages, watching a rather sexy woman dancing. He pointed Avery out to Nicole, and they went over to meet him. Strangely, he seemed to be alone, even though Michael was sure he said Monica was with him too. He came around the man to check his face, wanting to be sure it was Avery. It was him, and his friend’s face lit up as his eyes met Michael.

“Buddy! You made it!” he spoke loudly, talking over the music. They shook hands, and Avery patted him on the shoulder, “How y’all liking it here?”

“Not what I expected at all!” Michael replied, also speaking over the music, “You said that you and Monica come here?”

“Yeah, we do.”

“Well, where is she?” Michael asked, confused.

“What do you mean? She’s right here!” Avery answered as if it should have been obvious.

Michael and Nicole looked around their immediate area, turning their heads, inspecting the faces of the people around them. None of them looked like Monica. He felt his wife pat him on the arm, and looked towards her. Nicole was looking up towards the stage, and Michael saw why. On stage was a voluptuous woman with butterscotch blonde hair, curled, and reaching down to her large breasts. She wore a caramel-colored, cup-less bra that clearly wasn’t meant to cover her large breasts.

It was Monica, his best friend’s wife, twirling, and dancing so seductively around the metal pole in the middle of the stage. He’d never looked at her in this way, and now, he found it hard to take his eyes off of her. As she passed in front of them, her buttocks craned outward, using it to get people’s attention. Michael could see she was wearing a pair of crotch-less panties that matched the color of her bra. He only caught a glimpse of her labia poking out as she continued around the pole. As she came back, her eyes met Michael’s, and she smiled. Monica kept her eyes locked on him as she gyrated her hips, then spread her legs as she dipped, and Michael saw everything.

The song ended, and Monica stood up and left backstage, snapping Michael out of his trance. He looked towards Nicole, who had taken a big swig of her wine. They looked at each other, and Nicole’s eyes widened, as if to silently say ‘wow’. Avery was now leading them to a seated area near the stage. Michael always thought he knew his friend pretty well, but now, it was like he barely knew Avery and Monica at all.

“So, Monica works here?” Nicole asked, beginning to seem a bit tipsy. Normally, Michael would be worried, but his wife seemed a bit more confident. Michael followed suit, and took a large sip of his beer.

“No, that was her idea.” Avery answered her, “She doesn’t even get tips, she just does it to tease all the other guys here.”

“How did you even get involved with this place?” Michael asked.

Avery shrugged, “Same way you did. I was referred by a friend, Monica and I gave it a shot, and we liked it so much, we became members. I know it can seem a little intimidating at first, but people here are very friendly, and just wanna make you feel comfortable, y’know?”

“I can see that.” Nicole responded, “Hold on, I’m gonna get some more wine from the bar.”

Just after she left, Monica walked up from some backstage area, and joined them at the table, wearing a red bustier top with a pair of black spanx. Michael didn’t usually stare at Monica’s breasts, out of respect for his friend, but was now finding it hard not to. Now that he’d seen them in their full glory, his eyes were drawn to her huge mounds, which looked as though they might push out of her bustier any moment.

“Monica!” Nikky almost shouted the moment her friend sat down. Another glass of red wine in her hand, the other arm outstretched, looking to hug her busty friend.

“Hey, Nikky!” Monica greeted her, sitting up to embrace her, “I’m so glad you could come tonight.”

“Me too! You looked so sexy up there. I didn’t know you could dance like that!” Nikky exclaimed, sitting down next to her.

“I was just telling Michael about our first time here.” Avery interjected.

“Yes,” Michael chimed, “I’m just curious how you two managed to integrate, being new members, like us.”

Monica giggled, “We decided we would just jump in. Do something crazy.”

“Like?” Nikky asked.

“Well…” Monica began, giving a secretive smile to her husband, who returned it back to her, “The first time we were here, I swapped husbands with our sponsors, and we went upstairs for some fun.” Her eyes locked with Michael’s as she spoke the last part. He swallowed hard, and felt his face getting hot, and his pants became very tight. Monica and Avery always seemed so modest, up until this point.

She then turned to Nikky, and very starkly asked, “Would you mind if I took your husband for tonight, and you can take mine?”

Michael’s eyes widened, and for the moment, he was speechless. He looked at Avery, who seemed to look as confident as his wife did. Then looked at Nicole, who blushed profusely, and looked straight up as she took a rather large gulp of her wine. Michael was sure this was the moment his wife would freak out, and have them both running out of the club. Michael never expected to hear the words his wife spoke next.

She swallowed her wine, and responded with, “Fuck it, let’s do it.”

Michael felt a churning in his stomach, like too many butterflies at once. They all looked at him, and awaited Michael’s response.

“Uh, yeah, ok, let’s do it.” he didn’t know how else to reply. If his wife wanted to do it, and this was the best way to rekindle the excitement in their marriage, he wasn’t going to argue with it.

Monica took his hand, and led him out of his chair, and upstairs above the dance floor. Avery was walking arm-in-arm with Nicole just behind them. They came to an area that looked like a large, outdoor patio, with several round beds along it. Covering the beds were large, dark curtains, hanging like mosquito nets, but seemed to be meant for concealing whomever was inside. Monica picked the closest one, and everyone got inside, with Avery closing the curtain behind them.

The bed was actually quite comfortable, and had some throw pillows to lay your head on. Michael barely managed to get into a comfortable position before Monica managed to climb onto him, passionately pressing her lips into his, and pulling his blazer down past his shoulders. Michael nervously obliged, feeling like a deer in the headlights. He looked at Nicole, who seemed utterly shocked, then did the same to Avery, kissing him with an almost animalistic hunger. Was she competing with Monica?

Monica’s lips seemed experienced, and Michael decided he was going to enjoy himself. He slipped his blazer off, and placed one hand behind her back, pulling her in, while his other hand groped her curvy ass. He wanted to grab it ever since she flaunted it on stage. She purred in approval to his touch, and ran her fingers through his dark hair. Michael could feel the buttons of his shirt become undone, and wondered how he never fantasized about this before.

Nicole seemed to be one step ahead of them, with her hand already down Avery’s trousers, stroking him as they made out next to them. Avery was also grabbing Nicole’s ass, which made her coo in a way Michael hadn’t seen since they were dating. Seeing her with another man, especially his best friend, gave him mixed feelings of anger, and extreme arousal. Monica sensed Michael’s attention was towards Nikky, and stopped kissing him to look at her as well. She grabbed Michael’s chin, and brought his eyes back to her.

“Does that turn you on? Seeing your wife do that to my husband?” she purred with a heat of lust.

“Yeah.” he replied, he couldn’t deny how much it turned him on, and only seemed to make his desire for Monica even stronger. Monica smiled deviously, and unzipped his pants, reaching in to find his hard member. He quivered at Monica’s touch, and felt himself throb. She took hold of him, and moved her hand up and down his shaft. Although he wasn’t huge, he was still above average. She kept her face extremely close to Michael’s face, watching, and enjoying, the reactions on his face as she pleased his erect cock.

Michael wasn’t sure if he’d ever felt this turned on in his entire life. Whether it was because of Monica, or because she was Avery’s wife, or the fact that Avery was about to sleep with his wife, it was hard to tell. He wanted even more. He regained his focus, and unfastened the back of Monica’s red bustier. She did nothing to stop him, but only bit her lip as her breasts became more and more unbound.

Once it came off, Michael tossed it aside, and grabbed her beautiful mounds with both hands, massaging them. Monica seemed to approve, as she tightened her grip on his member, and sped up her stroking. Michael took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking on her nipple, as he pinched the other. Monica let out an audible moan, which gave that away as her weakness. Michael focused on her nipples, while she worked his cock, until she could take no more.

With her body starting to heat up, Monica pulled herself off of Michael, and yanked off his slacks, revealing his hard shaft, standing straight up. She took his rod in her hand again, but just to guide him into her lips, taking him deep into her mouth. Michael’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy as her head frantically bobbed up and down on him. He reached down and grabbed a handful of her butterscotch blond hair. He could see Nicole watching her, jaw dropped in awe.

Not to be outdone, Nikky immediately pulled down Avery’s trousers, and did the same. Avery exhaled, and laid his head flat on the bed. The two couples looked as though they were having a contest to see who’s wife could give the other husband a better blow job. Michael wasn’t sure how much longer he would last if this kept on going the way it was. He could only imagine how much his friend was enjoying Nicole’s performance.

Monica finally raised her head, and ran her fingers through her hair, brushing it all back where it was. She pulled Michael up towards him, and kissed him deeply once more, before moving away, and turned her back towards him. She pulled her spanx down past her knees, and off her ankles, and bent over in front of him.

“You’re gonna take me just like this, babe.” she spoke with a slutty voice he never imagined her making. And yet, she was ready to have him fuck her, with her curvy ass looking so enticing. Her womanhood opened for him, begging for his shaft.

He brought his erect cock to her inviting pussy, and with a single thrust, slid his entire length inside her. She moaned loudly as he pushed into her. The walls of her pussy seemed to constrict around him, squeezing his member. She felt so amazing that Michael had to keep going, keep thrusting into her. Monica pushed back into him, her ass smacking into Michael’s hips.

Monica’s moans of pleasure caught Nicole’s attention, and she decided she would take control instead. Quickly getting out of her panties, she held Avery’s chest down, and climbed onto his lap, sliding herself down onto his shaft. Now, her moans joined Monica’s and she rocked her hips, grinding herself into Avery’s dick. She seemed to be enjoying Avery about as much as Michael enjoyed Monica. The heady scent of sex was building in that enclosed space, and all inhibitions had melted away.

Michael looked at his wife while he continued to thrust into Monica, and Nicole looked back at him, still riding Avery. Michael grabbed his wife’s hair, and kissed her with a passion he’d never felt before. He groped her breast as she started bouncing on his friend’s cock, and feeling Michael touch her seemed to push her over the edge. Nicole’s lips broke away from her husband’s and she let out a high-pitched moan, which Michael knew meant she was climaxing. Avery grunted, and it looked like he was releasing his load in his wife as well.

Not more than a few moments later, Monica started pushing into Michael’s cock harder, her moans getting higher. Michael felt her get tighter, and a wave of heat ran past his cock as she climaxed all around him. Michael grabbed her hips, and pulled her in with each thrust, holding himself back from cumming so he could make Monica’s orgasm as strong as possible. She only gripped him tighter and tighter until Michael reached his tipping point, and released his load deep into Avery’s wife.

Once their orgasms subsided, they all collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily.

“Holy fuck,” Monica spoke first, “Nikky, I didn’t know your husband had it in him!”

Nicole chuckled, “I haven’t seen him fuck like that since we started dating!”

They all laughed, then fell silent for a moment.

“We gotta do this again sometime.” Avery said casually, and everyone laughed again, and gave gestures of agreement.

Back at the hotel, Michael and Nicole were just walking back into their room. They had spent the rest of the night, drinking, joking, and conversing with their good friends. It seemed as though their friendship would never be the same, but was undeniably better than before. Before leaving, Michael and Nicole expressed their intention to become full members of the nightclub. They had found a new excitement in their marriage, and were willing to continue this path of discovery.

Michael immediately took off his blazer, and sat on the edge of the bed. He figured Nikky would want to go straight to sleep, but it seemed she had other plans. She put her purse down on the table, and pushed her husband flat on the bed. Surprised, Michael watched as his wife took off his slacks, and went straight to work, taking his softened prick in her mouth. ‘Again?’ He thought to himself. She made him fully erect in seconds.

She pulled her mouth off his member, and kept stroking it with her hand. Then looked up into his eyes, and spoke in her own slutty voice, “I can still taste Monica’s pussy on your cock, baby.” Then took him back in her mouth.

Michael was pleasantly surprised, and found himself lusting for his wife in ways he’d forgotten he did before. He didn’t have to say anything, she was already climbing onto him. She hiked up her skirt, and Michael saw she hadn’t even put her panties back on! She hungrily took her husband’s whole length into her, and rode him.

“I wanna go back…” she said between moans.

“We will.” Michael replied.

“And I want to dance on that stage.” she moved her hips faster.

“I’ll watch you.” he obliged.

“I want meet more couples.” his wife moaned out.

“Yeah…” Michael was about to release another load into her.

Nicole gripped his shirt, leaned down so she could whisper into his ear while grinding into him, “And then I want you to fuck me in the Red Room….”

Together, they orgasmed for each other.


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9 Tips to get you from Amateur to Less Amateurish

I hope you’ll all excuse some of the brashness I’ll be using in this post, as I’ve become somewhat frustrated with the current standards of erotica-writing. Let me begin by saying there are TONS of great writers out there with some amazing work going out on a regular basis. With that said, when I first came out into the erotica genre, I was very happy with what I was finding. There was a website I got all my stories from(very small site, only a handful of stories compared to Literotica or LushStories), but every time I read a story, I was always bewitched by the situations contained within, and lost myself in the elegant stories that made me blush. It was because those stories were so well done, it inspired me to try and write a few myself, and aspire to the same quality.

I wrote some good ones, and some bad ones, but all of them helped me reach the level I’ve reached now, and I continue to try and improve myself today. Recently, things have changed, and standards have been lowered quite a bit. I don’t want to blame Wattpad, but… I blame Wattpad. Although it’s a nice idea, it does have it’s flaws, including having an age restriction as low as thirteen for all genres. Along with that comes the need to give praise, even if it’s not that good. Otherwise, giving any sort of criticism is frowned upon, or just dejected if it happens to be constructive.

However, this is my domain you are in now, and I will say what I have to say here. The new generation of erotica writers have a lot to learn if they want to ever want to be taken seriously. I say this, not as a hater, but as someone who began right where they did, but didn’t have the luxuries of Wattpad and to give me immediate gratification. If you don’t believe me, just go see for yourself.

I’ll wait.

But it doesn’t stop there either. I recently joined an erotica group on the Whisper app to try and connect with other writers and readers, hoping to expand my circle. Not only is my circle roughly the same size, but I feel like I was hanging my hook in the wrong part of the lake. The majority of whispers I see in that group vary from people asking to have a story given/written for them in the PM chat on the spot, to guys advertising their stories exclusively for women, and a few rate requests. Every story I managed to read from users all had some things in common: very short, written in first and second person, multiple perspectives, and way too straightforward. I’m gonna be the asshole for a moment and just say what I really feel: that’s not erotica, that’s just cheap sexting.

Ok, I’m very sorry for the ranting, but I’ve just had my whiskey.

Now, instead of sitting here complaining about it all night, I’m going to do the right thing, and try to give a few constructive tips to help improve your stories(if you happen to be one of these struggling writers). I can’t say for sure how many tips I’ll be able to give you as I write this, but I’ll be as thorough as I can.

1. NEVER do the laundry list!!

You’ve probably seen me mention this a few times in earlier posts, but in case you don’t know, this is the laundry list:

Hi, my name is Michelle and I’m 22 years old. I have long, brown hair and blue eyes, I’m about 5’4″ and very petite with 32D breasts…

And so on and so forth. Listen, I understand the need to make sure the reader has a clear visual of the situation for the sake of accuracy, but it hinders more than it helps. Readers have an imagination too, and erotica is about playing with the reader’s imagination. Rather than describe the exact details of your characters in the first couple sentences like they’re writing a dating profile, maybe try to allude to it instead. Mention certain details as they become necessary, and try not to be extremely specific. Maybe bring up the fact your character is at the beach, before letting me know they’re wearing a bikini. It would make more sense then.

Also, numbers can play a terrible role in description. Even if most descriptors involve the use of numbers, you can make it easier to read either by writing ‘eight’ instead of ‘8’, or remove them altogether, and use different types of description. Saying a woman has a 32D chest is pretty exact, but also compels me to go onto google to see exactly what 32D looks like. It’s so much easier, and paints a better picture in your reader’s mind if you say something like, ‘The top was pretty loose, but she filled it in pretty well. She often had to adjust herself, making sure the top button didn’t suddenly pop off.’ Now, doesn’t that sound a lot better than ’32D’? You can use this kind of descriptive power to create an image that isn’t specific, but allows the reader to dream up their own perfect version of your character.

The laundry list may not always be a deal-breaker, but most readers will click away once they read that. Even if the rest of your story is awesome.

2.Originality through new situations.

It’s entirely understandable, and I’m not going to give you grief, because I also did this when I first got started writing. Certain things happen all the time, and it helps to practice by writing about simple situations. But if you really want to make an impression, you’ll need to do more than write about a boyfriend and girlfriend having sex, or two people meeting, then going back to someone’s house to have sex. Even if there are no new styles of erotica plots to go with, there are still millions of ways your interactions can play out.

Take a moment and consider this plot often used by new writers: a girl likes a guy who has a really nice body, but is too embarrassed to say anything to him. Later, the guy comes up to her instead, and wants to know if she likes him. The two then go on to have sex in her room. Think about that situation for a moment, and tell me how often that situation actually happens, just like that. Picture this happening to you and (insert other person you know), and tell me if that would actually happen if it was you two playing that out. I’m going to guess the guy doesn’t have a perfect body, and the woman doesn’t have huge tits. Nor do I think you and the other person would just go on and fuck simply for the asking.

Certain things happen only under the right conditions, at the right time, and when the right people are involved. Give your characters motivation to act in a certain way to a certain situation. Create a character with personality traits that would allow them to get in a particular situation. If it helps, base your characters and stories on actual events in your life, or those of people you know.

3. Mixing Genres.

Now, this is a bit of an advanced tactic in erotica writing, but one that is very effective for drawing the attention of readers. Just about anywhere you look, you’ll find erotica websites filing every story it gets under one genre. If you click the link labelled ‘Lesbian’, *poof!* you’ll get every lesbian story that site has to offer. For the amateur writer, this may look like you’ll need to write a lesbian story if you want it to be featured in that lesbian section. Well, you can, but you don’t have to; and I recommend the latter.

Just because stories are filed under one kind of genre, doesn’t mean you’re limited to writing just in that genre. Mixing other elements can create more depth, and a much more engaging storyline. Instead of just writing about a lesbian interaction, why not go as far as to write about a lesbian’s first time bdsm/femdom experience. If you’re feeling really bold, use some extreme genre mixing, like a lesbian/alien/impregnation. Seriously, that kind of stuff exists! And people go for that kind of stuff!

4. Engaging sexual encounters.

When you imagine how sex would be narrated, what comes to mind? Do you imagine a description of sexual organs, their size, the state of their arousal, and their actions vis a vis intercourse? Perhaps you would describe the speed of intercourse, how hard the thrusting is, or that climactic moment of orgasm? These are all very good descriptors of sexual intercourse, but is that really all there is? Oh, absolutely not; there’s so much more going on than that.

If you want to create a sex scene that places the reader in the story, then you need to create a stronger illustration. One piece of advice I received on this is to use the five senses. A man caresses a woman’s skin. Now tell me, does her skin feel soft, is it smooth, does she have any imperfections your character overlooks, does anything feel big, or small, or hard? When you have sex, you usually notice a woman’s perfume, or a guy’s musk, or just a clean scent. Sex itself also has it’s own odor in the room, from a combination of sweat and other sexual secretions. Speaking of secretions, guys and ladies go down on their partner all the time, and those naughty bits have their own flavors as well.

Sex is also a full-body experience, and is not limited to the penis, vagina, breasts, and sometimes anus. A lot goes on you may not be fully aware of. A woman’s breasts get slightly bigger, and her nipples harden when aroused. Skin takes on a redness around the neck and chest immediately following orgasm. Your back and limbs will sometimes move involuntarily as a result of stimulation. Understanding your anatomy, and how it can respond during sex, can help broaden the scope of what’s happening in your scene.

It would also help tremendously to prevent overuse of certain words to describe certain parts or actions. Sticking to words like cock, dick, pussy, cunt, jizz, cum, fuck, pound, tits, and clit might turn some people off instead. There’s a myriad of ways you can describe these parts, or these actions, without needing to be so overly vulgar. Although, sometimes a bit of vulgarity can help at certain points in the scene, but should still be used sparingly. Take a bit of time, and research other terms or descriptors for these.

5. Creating a fantasy.

Erotica exists to allow us to either dream up, or live through, romantic and erotic situations each of us may not be able to experience otherwise due to circumstances outside of our control. That’s why it’s important to create something compelling, and outside the scope of things that happen all the time. As I mentioned in point 2, some things won’t happen unless the right people are in the right circumstances to make things happen. Just as important as the backstory, is the plot that follows that situation. This can work for you in one of two ways: creating the solution, or creating circumstances.

When I wrote “Truth or Dare”, the situation that jumpstarted the story actually occurred to an anonymous redditor who recounted an extremely depressing situation. He really did get left out of the orgy occurring in the large shower, and felt horrible about it. I created a solution, and retold the story, but changing it to include the older blonde walking in, and devising a way to get back at her daughter, and helping the guy get the experience of his life. In other instances, I’ll write a story based on a fantasy someone shares with me. In these cases, what they want is clear, but not how it happens. In these stories, I have to come up with a set of circumstances that would result in the desired fantasy taking place.

In this endeavor, my best advice is to purchase some composition notebooks, or some other medium for keeping notes, and write a detailed summary of what your story is about. This helps you to visually see where any plot gaps might exist, as well as work as a guide for where to go next in your story. It may seem like a little extra work, but it goes a long way to ensure your story stays on track, and the words keep flowing.

6. Dynamics and Dialogue.

I nearly forgot to put this in, but it’s such an important thing to have. This relates back to when I spoke about how certain situations wouldn’t likely happen if it was you in their place. Is your character the type of person to respond positively when given the choice to engage in anonymous sex with a stranger, or someone they admire from afar? A flat character isn’t going to be very relatable, or likeable. You need someone who displays certain quirks, has a particular knowledge of certain things, or has a tendency to act a certain way. I want to understand why your character makes the choice I wouldn’t personally make.

How do you show off that personality? Through a great use of dialogue, of course. Characters aren’t always aware of what’s going on, and they can get confused, or misread the room. Dialogue can drive a story forward, and can reveal how characters appear to those around them, rather than how they appear internally. They need a sense of humor, or a snarky comeback to a rude comment, or even proficiency in convincing others to do what they want. You can keep a reader’s attention if you can convince them your characters could be real people.

7. Perspective.

How could I forget about perspective?! No, seriously, that was one of the major issues I found with new writers. They often change the perspective between two characters more often than Game of Thrones will. Perspective is not something a writer can, or should, change often. Most writers will tell the story from only one person’s perspective, and use ques and gestures to allude to the thoughts of other characters. Just like in life, things come as a surprise, and keep our interest, because we don’t know what the other person is thinking. It makes for much better tension when a secondary character reveals something organically, than for the reader to know everyone’s thoughts all the time.

Most of the time, the writer will tell the story from the woman’s perspective. But that’s rather easy to understand, given how most readers of erotica are female. It’s not a requirement to write from a female perspective, though. It can still work very well to use male perspective too.

Check out: On Female Perspective

8. Foreplay, people!

This is such an important detail when writing your sex scene. People won’t have sex at the drop of a hat, and people are not constantly horny(at least most people). There has to be a bit of touching, carefully chosen dialogue, and the unsuspecting aspect of knowing more than you let on. Take a few moments and carefully think about specific things that take you from zero to horny in seconds. Do you have some erogenous areas that get you every time, or is it a certain body part that draws your attention when it’s made bare? I’m willing to bet there’s a few things you like to do, or have done to you, before any kind of sex happens at all.

Foreplay needs to be included before sex occurs between your characters as well. They need to be built up, horned up, and brought to the edge of ‘I need your naked body, now!’

9. Afterglow.

Just as you need to have foreplay to build up to your sex scene, you need the afterglow that immediately follows intercourse. There’s a few minutes right after the sex is over where the body goes through it’s cool down period. Breathing is still heavy from the huge rush of blood through the body, and recovery from the work you’ve put into achieving orgasm. There’s also subtle things, like the rush of endorphins released when you climax, and the high that follows. Muscles feel like jelly, sex organs feel tingly, and you feel very relaxed.

Personalities also change once the sex is over. I can guarantee, regular-you and horny-you have very different agendas. Once horny-you is satisfied, regular-you comes back into play, and needs a moment to assess the situation. Sometimes, regular-you regrets what you just did, and wants to leave. Other times, you’ll want to know where things go from there, or you’re just happy to be laying next to the person you’re with.

Well, I think that’s about everything I can come up with for the moment. I may do another one of these if I can think of more. I hope those of you new to erotica writing can take something away from what I’ve provided in this post. If you’re angry at me, I can only guess it’s because I’ve called you out on your cheap sexting, and you’re not willing to admit it. In that case, I’m sorry you feel that way, but I wish you luck in your endeavors.

Oh, also: If you guys ever have any ideas on topics for me to look into, you’re always free to contact me and tell me about it. I promise I’ll do my best to look into it, and provide some answers, if I can.

Hot Motives

This week’s Erotic Bite is another story inspired by the fantasies of a reader(my favorite kind). Robin is looking to relax in the sun and the sand, and decides to tease a voyeuristic lifeguard on duty. When he approaches her, it becomes more than what Robin bargained for. Enjoy!

Just fifteen minutes before five o’clock, and the beach was beginning to empty out. This was probably one of the best times to venture out into the sand, and enjoy the sun. Most of the tourists, or at least the ones who chose to come to this beach, were packing up and leaving to go have dinner. There was probably another hour or so before the sun was about to set, so it was best to find a spot soon. That was a bit difficult, because people at the good spots hadn’t left yet.

Raising a hand over her face, the young woman shielded the bright sun from her grey eyes, adorned with black-frame glasses, and scanned the area for a good patch of sand. The beach tended to slope upward away from water, but wasn’t very wide. If she didn’t find a good spot, she’d be chased off by the rising tide before she could get a good tan. She didn’t come to the beach to tan very often, but on those occasions she did, there was always a good spot for her. With people still in the middle of packing up, she’d have to venture out further.

Walking along the sand, with a towel under her arm, and a beach bag over her shoulder, she exhaled discontentedly. She wore her usual tanning attire of blue bikini bottoms, and a black spaghetti-strap bikini top. She liked her bikini top, which helped to reduce tan lines, but also looked really good on her. Even if she had an average chest size, she filled it pretty well. She certainly had no problem getting a few looks from guys anyway.

If it wasn’t her bikini, it was also because of her hair. She added green highlights to her short, raven hair on a dare back in high school, and fell in love with the look. Years later, she still liked how the green contrasted the black. Not much further ahead, way past her usual spot, was a lifeguard station, sitting below a cliff. It was usually easy to walk from the beach and go inland, but the cliff seemed to rise from almost nowhere.

The young woman, Robin, almost walked right past the lifeguard station when she noticed something. Behind the small building, etched through the cliff, there was a tiny alcove. It was far enough away from the tide, and received plenty of sun. Best of all, there was no one else there using it. Smiling, Robin hurried to the alcove, dropping her beach bag, and laying out her large beach towel. Looking straight up, the cliff seemed almost daunting, but peaceful.

Sitting down, Robin went to work, taking her tanning oil from her bag, and rubbing it all over her skin. Looking up towards the lifeguard station, she wondered if there might be any studs on watch just inside. Nobody seemed to be around, and she couldn’t tell if someone might be on duty. Shrugging it off, she continued to cover her thighs, and watched them begin to shine in the sunlight. Of all her body parts, she liked her thighs and hips the most. Though most guys would disagree with her, she thought her hips and thighs were her only good feature.

Once she finished with the oil, she laid back, raised her glasses up and placed them on top of her head, and closed her eyes, absorbing the warm sun. Laying there, she would occupy her time just getting lost in her thoughts. Although it was a mystery to her, feeling the sun always made her feel a bit more confident. She recalled reading an article about sunlight releasing pleasurable endorphins, which elevate one’s mood. Whenever she felt this way, Robin would sometimes fantasize about chatting up a handsome guy, and taking him home for some casual fun. Of course, in reality, she was usually a goofy mess of anxiety whenever she was around a handsome guy.

But since her thoughts had gotten to that point, she pictured a hunky lifeguard this time. Stepping out of the building, and carrying her off to make love by the water. She smiled to herself, bring her hand up to lightly move her fingers along her stomach. She stopped for a moment, looking up from her beach towel to check around her for anyone who could be watching. Luckily, no one was around, and no one was even close to where she was tanning. With any luck, there wouldn’t be anyone there to disturb her at all.

Laying back down, she returned to her fantasies, and allowed her hand to caress her own skin once again, moving across the top of her chest. She wondered if she should dare to take it a step further, and let her hand move underneath the fabric of her bikini. As the thought crossed her mind, she was surprised by the sound of something clatter. Jumping up, she looked around, seeing no one. Then another clatter, and her eyes shot straight for the lifeguard station. The door had opened and closed, and one of the lifeguards had stepped outside onto the small terrace.

It was still at least thirty yards away, but Robin brought her glasses back onto her face, and tried to make out who it was. It wasn’t a ‘Baywatch’-style bimbo, or the burly, muscled hunk she was just dreaming about, but the man who had stepped out was still kinda fit. Robin figured lifeguards needed to have at least some amount of physical fitness about them. The lifeguard was an average height, and she could make out his short, brown hair from here. He wore the same red swim trunks they all did, but they looked a bit big for him.

As she watched him, she thought it was strange how he hadn’t even looked in her direction. You would think a woman like Robin would be hard to miss amongst the white sand all around her. She couldn’t make out his face, but he brought something up to his eyes, like a pair of binoculars. He was watching the other beach-goers, looking for any kind of distress, or anything that would need his attention. Robin laid back down, letting the man do his job, then brought her head up again after a couple moments.

Something made Robin want to watch this guy a bit longer. The lifeguard looked like he was just observing the pedestrians, but then his hand moved. Robin almost missed it, but she caught what he did. His hand had moved down to his swim trunks, and rubbed over the material. She wondered if he was really doing what she thought he was doing. She wasn’t sure, but the guy angled his body away from her direction, and she knew it right then. He was trying to pull it off without her noticing!

The lifeguard was perving on the women in their bikinis, watching from far enough away, none of them would even notice he was there. No one, but Robin, it seemed. The guy was probably on duty in that building all alone, and nothing else to do. But why had he not tried to spy on her? Not that she wanted him to, she didn’t even know the guy, but he would have had a better view of her, rather than everyone else. She reasoned, perhaps it was because it would be too obvious to her if he did.

The lifeguard rounded the corner of the wooden terrace, and stepped behind the building, and out of Robin’s view. Her mouth sat slightly agape at his gall, and scoffed at him. She laid her head back down, and tried to lose herself in her thoughts again. For a moment, her mind was blank, then she pictured what that guy was probably doing behind the building. She imagined his hand was fully in his trunks, stroking himself as he watched bikini-clad babes splashing in the water, and bending over to pick their stuff up.

Without meaning to, the image of him stroking himself stuck in her mind. Her imagination went further, picturing what his dick looked like. Was it big, or on the smaller side, and did it have any thickness to it? She couldn’t believe her thoughts would get that dirty, but she unintentionally started feeling herself become wet. ‘Seriously?’ she thought to herself. She could hardly believe the thought of the lifeguard jerking off was turning her on.

After a minute, she realized her legs were very slowly parting on their own. A desire to reach down and act on her naughty thoughts was beginning to build in her, even if the reason repulsed her. Robin argued internally, maybe if she tried to think about the hunk again, she could touch herself a little guilt-free. She checked once more to see if the pervy lifeguard was still away, then reached down and pulled the fabric away from her mound. Even if no one was looking, exposing herself in public brought her some immediate arousal.

Biting her lip, her fingers found her labia, and rubbed it in small circles, imagining what that hunk was doing to her. Strangely, it wasn’t doing much, and her imagination kept trying to pull back to the pervy lifeguard. She didn’t want to admit it, but it was apparent she wanted to fantasize about him. Speaking of which, she peeked up while rubbing to check on him. There was no sign of him, but she wondered what would happen if he was.

Robin did spot something, but couldn’t tell what she saw. There was a shape concealed by the corner of the station, but she couldn’t tell if it was nothing, or if it was him trying to peek on her. Whatever the case, it didn’t appear to stop Robin from continuing to rub herself. Some part of her wanted to see what would happen if she let him watch her. Her fingers moved in further, and started to coat in her honey. Her fingers were already slicked from rubbing the tanning oil earlier, and brought her more pleasure as she teased her slit.

She peeked up towards him again, and he was clearly visible now. He stood there, leaning against the wall of the station, watching her, his arm moving in his trunks. Now that she saw him fully, and unapologetically, her arousal built up more. She didn’t even realize she was into exhibitionism until this moment, and it thrilled her. Part of her wanted him to come over to her, but she was a bit reluctant to invite a total stranger. Especially as she wasn’t entirely sure he was good-looking.

Robin took things a step further, and slid the fabric of her bikini top off of her breasts, letting them get some sun as well. She pretended not to see the lifeguard there, stroking himself to the image of Robin pleasuring herself. The more aware she became of him, the more exciting the act was for her. She wondered how well he could see her, and how excited he was getting. Did he get as turned on watching, as she did being watched?

Just as she was enjoying herself, she heard a faint noise of sand crunching nearby. She looked up again, squinting from the sunlight as she realized the lifeguard was now only a few feet away from her. That was the funny thing about sand: it muffles most footsteps, unless that person is right next to you. Towering over her, the fit-looking lifeguard looked down at her, with a playful little smirk on his face. Now that Robin got a good look at him, she realized he was actually quite handsome.

His body was a bit more pale than you would expect a beach lifeguard to have, and certainly more light-skinned that Robin. He was definitely no hunk, but he looked like he was a bit athletic. He carried the scent of sunscreen on him, which Robin already found appealing. She felt like she was going to blush heavily as she stopped touching herself for a moment. In any other situation, she may have just awkwardly walked away, but she was still horny, and that gave her a strange kind of confidence.

“Hi there,” she spoke playfully, “Did you come here to watch me?”

He chuckled nervously, “Um.. yeah? You looked like you didn’t mind.”

Robin blushed a little as she replied, “I don’t.”

“Well,” he started awkwardly, “I figured you wouldn’t mind if I got a bit closer, then.”

Feeling better about this handsome lifeguard, she gave him a flirtatious smile, “So, you like to watch?” she pulled the fabric even further away from her slit, fully exposing herself to him. She hadn’t even bothered to cover her breasts during the interaction.

As the lifeguard brought his blue eyes further down her body to watch, his hand reached back into his trunks. This time, however, he pulled out his almost fully-erect member, stroking as he pointed it at her. To Robin’s surprise, he was actually pretty thick, even if the length was only average. Watching him pleasure himself to Robin’s body heightened the pleasure she felt from her own fingers, and little, breathy moans began to escape her lips as her eyes stayed locked on him. If this kept up, she might reach climax even more quickly.

As her breathing became more rapid, and her finger strokes more invasive, the lifeguard came closer. He stepped next to her, and took a seat on the sand beside her. Robin’s first thought was he just wanted a really close view, and she had to admit, she wanted a closer view of his cock as well. Her moans became a bit more audible, and Robin began to wonder if the lifeguard planned on shooting his load on her when he finished. Instead, he stopped stroking himself for a moment, and placed his hand on Robin’s. Casually moving her hand away from between her legs, and replaced it with his own hand.

A nervous churn was felt in Robin’s stomach as she felt his unfamiliar touch. She was having fun touching herself while he watched, but she didn’t think he would be so bold as to touch her without her say so. Even if her first instinct was to bat his hand away, his fingers immediately rubbed small circles around her tiny nub, just as she usually did to herself. It was weird to feel this way, but Robin kept quiet, and didn’t stop him. Strangely, Robin didn’t really hate it either.

The fluttering in her stomach persisted, but was lessened when his fingers entered her. She was already quite wet from her own fingering, and it helped his fingers slide into her with ease. She let out a louder moan, and leaned up, holding herself up by her elbows. She watched as his middle finger invaded her, and worked inside her as if he knew exactly what to do. Robin couldn’t tell if it was because she was already so close, or the fact the lifeguard was a stranger, but he was bringing her even closer to orgasm. She may have been reluctant to let him do this to her, but she found herself hoping he wouldn’t stop.

She let out quick, short breaths, reaching the edge of climax, and feeling her muscles tighten. She looked over at the lifeguard once more, and saw him lick his lip in anticipation. All at once, her eyes clenched, her breath shortened, and her legs close around his hand as she contracted against his fingers, feeling a full-body orgasm rush through her. She barely managed to let a few words out mid-way through.

“Oh, fu-uck,” she mewed.

Once the shockwave of pleasure ran through her body, the son of a bitch had the nerve to keep going, making her suffer the post-climax tickling feeling on her sensitive nub. She quickly grabbed his arm and pulled it away, laying back, and trying to catch her breath again. Robin felt a high she hadn’t experienced in some time. It had been a while since a man had managed to give her this much satisfaction in such a hot act of foreplay.

The lifeguard chuckled at her playfully, pulling his arm away, and standing up again. He brushed the sand off his body, and made his way back to the station building. Robin was astonished by the lack of the lifeguard to do anything more. At that point, he could have taken her right there, and Robin would have happily given herself to him. Was he simply returning to work after a quick break, or did he just get his jollies from titillating beach babes?

As she watched him reach the small building, and step back inside, Robin couldn’t help but feel a little insulted by his devil-may-care attitude towards her sexual gratification. She became suddenly aware of her state, and rushed to cover herself up again. Sitting up, she tried to process what was going on, and what this whole situation meant. Was he actually interested in her, and why didn’t he bother making sure he got off from her as well? Was this some cruel joke, or was there some other reason for leaving her wanting like that?

Despite the fact she was usually so mild-mannered, Robin had made the decision of going up to him to find out exactly what the hell was going on. Working past her quivering legs, she stood up, leaving her towel and beach bag where they were, and marched straight for the building. She was going to have a little chat with him, and would probably end with him either giving her a damn good explanation, or a broken nose. As the station building got closer, the nervous feeling was starting to come back again. Civilians aren’t usually allowed in these things, but then again, neither is indecent exposure on a public beach.

She hesitated just before she reached the door, but hyped herself up once more, taking a deep breath before grabbing the doorknob, and letting herself in. The small building had the generic blue carpet you usually see in city-owned buildings. There was only one table in the room, a card table with foldable legs, with matching chairs. There was a cabinet with a walkie unit, equipment around it, and bottles of water. It was very minimalist for a lifeguard station; no wonder the guy spied on women.

As she barged in, she spotted the guy standing by the tinted window, binoculars in hand, probably continuing his antics. It wasn’t until now that she realized there could have been other people in here as well, and she wouldn’t have known. Luckily for her, there wasn’t. The lifeguard seemed legitimately surprised to see her walk in the building on him. His eyes widened at the sight of her, and he stood there almost frozen.

Robin didn’t know what had come over her. It was as if there was some primal part of her the lifeguard had awakened, and it was on the hunt. A fire was burning inside of her, and she needed to let that fire out. With a toying smile, she closed the door behind her, and approached her prey, grabbing him by the arms, and pushing him against the wall. She hadn’t noticed before, as she was laying on a towel, but Robin was actually a bit taller than him.

He looked up at her, his eyes looking almost terrified. Robin quelled his anxiety as she brought her lips to his, kissing him with all the intensity she could muster in her primal state of lust. As she kept her body pressed up against his, she felt his bulge beginning to grow again against her leg. For whatever reason, as confident as the young man was before, when he toyed with Robin, he seemed at a loss to react at this moment. What if that’s what this was about, and he just never thought it would get this far? To be fair, she was slightly apprehensive when he touched her.

In any event, she wanted him now, and needed to satisfy the hunger that had been building up in her. As she broke the kiss, Robin pulled the guy away from the wall, and down onto the floor. He grunted as his body made a thud on the blue carpet, groaning from the rough treatment. Before he had the chance to roll onto his side, Robin was already straddling him, dropping her butt onto his pelvis, crushing into him. He groaned again, but didn’t give her any resistance. All he could manage to do was let out a hoarse mumble, which sounded a bit like, “What the hell?”

Smiling like a beast that just caught it’s prey, she reached under herself, pulling down the elastic band of his red trunks, and reaching inside. She found dick, softened as it usually does when a guy experiences pain, and began playing with it. She wasn’t planning to leave until she got what she wanted. He became hard rather quickly in her hand, changing the expression on the lifeguard’s face. He still looked stunned by her behavior, but also appeared to welcome it more and more.

Robin felt the fabric beneath her mound begin to feel wet against the skin of her labia, soaked from her own orgasmic honey. A warm wave passed through her body as anticipation set in, affecting her newfound primal nature further. She kept her eyes locked on his, her expression screaming ‘fuck me’. The lifeguard seemed to get emboldened by her, and tried leaning up and pushing sideways in an attempt to reverse the positions. Robin responded with a strong hand on his chest, pushing him back onto the floor where he belonged.

Raising herself above his pelvis, she yanked the fabric away from her snatch, and rubbed the head of his member up and down along her slit. She watched his face, and saw the how badly he wanted to be inside her. Unwilling to hold back any longer, Robin lowered herself onto him, impaling herself with his erect cock. She let out a long moan of satisfaction, not realizing how sexually hungry she was until this moment. Feeling his thick member spread her walls open felt as good as a first bite into a bar of chocolate.

Robin felt like this feeling couldn’t get any better, until she began to move on him. Rocking her hip forward, then back, there was an electric feeling she hadn’t felt in ages, since she moved out of her ex’s place. She slouched forward, supporting herself by her hands, placed on either side of the young man. She continued to rock her hips on his pelvis, feeling his prick moving inside her. Noises began to escape her throat, whimpers and tiny mews she’d never heard come out of her own mouth before.

Her eyes had remained closed until she felt a pair of hands on her breasts. The lifeguard had taken each of her boobs in hand, gently massaging them, but almost timidly. In the midst of her enjoyment, she thought the guy was pretty bad at this. An even stranger thought occurred to her, ‘What if he was a virgin?’, but that couldn’t be the case. She leaned back up again, keeping her chest just out of his reach, and focused on her own satisfaction.

Leaning back, she rocked her whole body backwards and forth, letting his shaft slide in and out of her at an angle that felt strange, but strangely good for her. She moved faster, letting her pleasure build up in her, and moaning louder. The lifeguard may have been bad at playing with her breasts, but she wasn’t. She held herself up with one hand, and used the other to massage her own breast. Her body was already feeling hot from the sun, and her lust. She was surprised by just how much pent up energy she had for this.

She felt the lifeguard’s hips start to rise up into her as well. He tried to lean up again, thrusting into her with a wild tenacity and lust. Robin had experienced this before with her ex. He used to go as hard and fast into her as he could, trying to get himself off, but with no regard to whether Robin was reaching climax, or not. Any time before this, she would have passively let them get away with it, but she was getting too close to finishing to let it happen again.

Grabbing his arms, and tapping into a strength she didn’t know she had, she forcefully pushed him flat onto his back again, holding his wrists above his head, and slammed her butt back down onto his pelvis. Sitting there with his member fully inside her, and an intense look on her face as she looked down into his, she almost growled the word, “Stay.”

The lifeguard looked almost scared to try anything else, but his eyes also seemed to be begging her to let him cum. Robin would let him, but she was going to have her orgasm as well. She started up in a rocking motion again, moving so his prick would hit all the right spots. As she moved faster, her groin went from rocking to a bouncing motion, feeling her buttocks bump with each motion. Her glasses began to slip off her nose, and she let go just long enough to slide them back into place. She kept his wrists held down, clenching tighter as her moans grew, and watched her lover’s face as he came close to climax as well.

Just as Robin was reaching the edge, she saw her lover’s face clench up in orgasm, and listened to him groan as he had to hold still and release himself into her. Robin didn’t know why, but seeing a guy cum while she was in control was weirdly erotic for her. Her insides filled up with hot, thick semen, creating another dimension of sensations throwing right past the edge. Her head spun as she felt a tidal wave of satisfaction crash over her.

Her muscles tightened and spasmed, and loud, breathy moans escaped her throat. She could barely manage to continue moving her hips, as she felt her eyes practically roll back. After what felt like an eternity of bliss, it finally subsided. She collapsed on top of her lifeguard lover, breathing heavily, and feeling sated for the first time in so long. Her body shivered a bit as she felt his spent manhood softening, and slipping out of her.

After those blissful moments had passed, Robin was suddenly reawakened to her current situation. She was in a public building, with a guy whom she didn’t even know his name, and had just finished having anonymous sex with him. Her other side took over again, and suddenly, she was that awkward girl all over again. Getting up quickly, she covered herself again, blushing heavily, and backed away from the lifeguard.

“Um… What’s…” the lifeguard uttered as Robin moved towards the door. Clearly, he was expecting a different reaction from her, probably thinking it was weird for her to be running off. Before the lifeguard had a chance to say anything further, Robin had escaped through the door, charging as quickly as her quivering legs would take her, to retrieve her towel and beach bag.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod…” she kept muttering to herself. She thought about how it was so unlike her to act that way. Once she packed up, she bolted back down the beach, far away from the area, but feeling rather good about herself. Despite feeling embarrassed, she felt a glow of self-appreciation. Stopping half-way down the shore, she decided to take a dip in the ocean, if for no other reason than to wash away the cum dripping from between her legs.


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Watching and being Watched

For the sake of being absolutely thorough, I thought it would be best to tackle the concepts of voyeurism and exhibitionism together. Even though these are separate genres, they do sit as two extremes in the same particular kink. The idea of satisfying one’s urges in the public view has been around for ages, and is one of the more taboo things in our society. In fact, in most cases, it’s a fetish that’s generally illegal to perform.

Now, in case you happen to be one of those curious anomalies that doesn’t know, allow me to explain what these kinks are. Voyeurism is the act of watching someone in the process of disrobing, or engaging in a sexual act. This can be further broken down by consensual voyeurism, where one person watches their partner masturbate, or they watch a live cam show. It can also include observing a couple having sex in a public space, like a night club, because there is an implied consent when you know you’re going to be seen. There is also non-consensual voyeurism, which generally involves the more shady acts, like up-skirt shots, hidden cameras, and cliched peepholes.

On the other side of the coin is exhibitionism, which involves finding satisfaction from being watched, rather than doing the watching. This also has a consensual and non-consensual versions, with consensual exhibitionism done by cam show performers and strip club dancers, as those doing the watching are aware of their role as the watchers. In non-consensual exhibitionism, those doing the watching are often caught by surprise, not expecting to get a show when it happens. This is generally the case for flashers, and people who have sex in a public location where they can be seen by passers-by.

The thing I find curious about this fetish, however, is the appeal behind it. Thinking objectively, there’s nothing to gain from watching someone, when it would be much more fun to be interacting with someone instead. Why get your thrills from watching someone masturbate when it could be you satisfying them instead? Why bother to watch your neighbor undress through a gap in the blinds, when you could see much more of a woman in a porno? Ultimately, it comes down to a person’s curiosity.

The first time I committed voyeurism was probably a very similar experience to everyone’s first time, by accident. I was walking past a random house late at night, and I noticed a television playing through one of the windows, and realized it was porn. Granted, it’s probably not the textbook definition of voyeurism, but it still stopped me in my tracks, and I stood there watching for a few moments. I left once the person watching it realized I was standing there on the sidewalk, and shut it off.

The point of my story is the appeal of watching something out of pure curiosity. It happens all the time, especially to men. How many guys can honestly say, if a busty woman were to bend over, that man wouldn’t be tempted to peek a little. Of course, this happens to men more often because men have always been curious about the female form. Men are much less of a mystery, and have far less to be interested in, so women very rarely have anything to be curious about.

When it comes to being watched, people generally do so for a much more different reason. While voyeurs will watch out of curiosity, exhibitionists do so to be discovered. They enjoy the idea of being appreciated, and imagining what people are doing, or thinking, while they watch. Exhibitionists are generally very confident about their body, and have a very positive outlook with their appearance. They may get into it due to a lack of satisfaction in their own lives, and are seeking a new thrill in their life.

In the cases of both extremes, the allure comes from what the act means, not just for themselves, but for all those around them. We’re brought up to believe the act of exposing oneself, or engaging in sexual intercourse, outdoors is a perverse act. We are either not allowed to perform, or not allowed to watch, because it’s ethically wrong to do either. Yet, that very fact alone, that it’s not allowed, is what drives voyeurs and exhibitionists to want to do it even more.

On a final note, I wonder what would happen if a voyeur were to come across an exhibitionist…

That beast called Writer’s Block

I know my posts have been a bit off lately, but I wanted to write something, rather than nothing. Over the last week and a half, I’ve hit a bit of a creative wall, as all writers do from time to time. I was previously up for a really long time, feeling the itch to sit down and write whatever I wanted to write about for the last few weeks. I suppose I was a fool to think that itch would last forever. Hopefully, this rut I’ve found myself in won’t last very long, and I’ll be back to writing more short stories, and articles, very soon.

I don’t know what it is that causes me to stop like this, whether it’s stress, or maybe the tap just ran out for now, but it never lasts very long. I hope you guys won’t hate me for the lack of upcoming posts. Especially the weekly Erotic Bites I promised to bring you consistently. You’ll be hearing from me again soon enough.

Ritual Offerings: The Interview

This week’s Erotic Bite is another teaser from the Ritual Offerings collection. A paranormal investigator is interested in the case of a mental patient who claims to have had sex with a demon. He soon finds himself digging too deep, and too close to the answer.

September 22nd, 1:30 p.m.

I arrived at the Rosemary Psychiatric Institution, where I’ve been promised an interview with a patient who was admitted over two years ago, and whose mental condition remains unchanged. It’s my hope to learn more about the conditions of her admittance, as the media would only say it was of an ‘occult nature’. Those words were what first got my attention. I was a man with a dream of one day becoming a recognised paranormal investigator, but thus far, had only ever investigated frauds and wild goose chases. Ever since this case showed up on the news, I’ve been trying to find out more, thinking this could be my first real break.

After two years of inquiries and requisitions, I finally had my in. The official investigation had been closed, so I was no longer barred from having an interview. I was already on bad terms with the warden, having annoyed him with my past repeated attempts to gain entry. However, he couldn’t legally keep me out anymore, much to his dissatisfaction. Even as I entered the facility, and was let through security, his snub-nosed face sneered at me the whole time.

Once I was through, I was met by one of the psychiatrists who worked at the facility. He was a middle-aged man, wearing a cheap suit, and signs of a receding hairline. His face was adorned with a pair of glasses with large frames, the kind of appearance you would expect from a professional at a psychiatric institution. He smiled at me, holding a file under one of his arms as the other one extended to shake my hand. I courteously smiled back and took the handshake, introducing myself formally. As he did the same, he led me down the halls of the facility.

He explained he was Ms. Campbell’s primary doctor, and had been working with her since she arrived at the institution, and would answer any questions I had, so long as it wouldn’t violate the doctor-patient confidentiality protocol. I first asked him if the rumours about the circumstances of her admittance had any truth to them. He told me, although it’s true she was found in a room which appeared to be used for ritualistic purposes, he didn’t believe it was the cause of her mental state. He suspected her mind had become progressively more fractured due to her occult beliefs, and one day, she just snapped entirely. Since then, he’s been trying to piece her psyche back together, but has made very little progress in the last two years.

I asked him what, if any, kinds of treatment had been used. Specifically, had any extreme treatments, such as lobotomy, been performed. The doctor then explained, in her current state, such treatments would have no beneficial effects for her. However, they had attempted to use medication for hallucinations, and even experimented with different combinations of medicine to fix her mental state, but wasn’t at liberty to say which ones. He then handed me the file he’d been carrying, telling me it contained information on her prognosis, and observations made during the last two years. As I read the file, there were some photos of the patient, and a few of the walls in her room, with symbols and phrases drawn in chalk.

Age: 23
Sex: Female
D.O.B.: [redacted]
Eye colour: Gr
Hair colour: Rd

Status and Treatment: Patient was admitted after being found in her apartment. Patient showed signs of delirium, though the cause is unknown. Patient was sedated, and transported to Rosemary Psychiatric Institution for analysis and treatment. Dr. Eckleburn assigned as primary doctor.
Doctor conducted interview with patient. Over a two hour period, details of the patient’s illusions were found to be as follows:
Patient claims she was visited by some other-worldly creature, and had intercourse with said creature. Patient gave no details as to how she encountered said creature, nor could explain where it is now. Patient claims she belongs to the creature. Patient was unresponsive during majority of the interview, save for reactions resembling a state of post-coitus.

Patient has since continued to claim she belongs to some other-worldly creature, but has not shown any behaviour of other patients who have claiming possession.
Patient is stable, and non-violent.

After reading the file, the doctor showed me to the female ward where Ms. Campbell was staying. He said I would be allowed a short interview with the patient, and could ask her about what caused her illusions, as well as take photographs of her, and her room, but nothing more. Furthermore, the institution would not support the legitimacy of occult causes in any form, at least professionally. I agreed to the conditions, and the doctor showed me to her room. He introduced me to Ms. Campbell, and explained to her I was to interview her. Then turned to me and informed me she had already been sedated in anticipation of my arrival. I was allowed to speak to her in private, and to knock on the door to let the orderly know when I was finished.

1:40 p.m.

Dr. Eckleburn left me alone with Ms. Campbell in her room. As I stepped inside, I’m immediately drawn to all of the sketches on the walls. Much of it is drawn in chalk, some of it smeared, and all of it seemed incoherent, yet, done with purpose. I turned to look at Ms. Campbell, and she’s laid on her bed, looking up at me, and smiling with a glazed look in her eyes. I fear her sedation may prevent me from conducting the thorough interview I was hoping for. Still, I should at least try. I may not get another opportunity like this again.

I grab a chair, and set it next to her bed, sitting in it. I retrieve my notepad and pen from my back pocket, and  observe the young woman for a moment. Her auburn hair was messy, and sprawled on her pillow as her head rested on it. She wore the same white smock all the patients wore in the ward. Although her state seemed very euphoric, she still appeared to be aware of me, and why I was there. I asked for her name, and if she understood why I was there. She answered with the name on her file, and understood I was interviewing her. I was relieved, and confident she was coherent enough to answer my questions.

I asked her if she remembered the event that took place two years ago, which put her in this state. To which, she replied saying I was very handsome. I was flattered, but didn’t want to encourage that behaviour, so I repeated my question. She nodded and said she did. I asked her if she could describe the events that took place on that night. As I watched her, waiting for an answer, she simply kept looking up at me seductively, a hint of blushing was in her cheeks, and she bit her lip. I had to admit, she was very pretty, and under different circumstances, I would have flirted with her. But this was hardly the time or place, or the person, to be doing such things.

Several minutes into the interview, I was beginning to understand why it took two hours for the doctor to get very little information about that night from her. Most of my questions were met with a seductive look, or a flattering comment about my appearance, or sexual prowess. This was probably the first time I ever had to turn down the advances of a beautiful woman, especially one who tried so hard to seduce me. Thinking it may be a lost cause to continue, I quickly transcribed the information from her file instead. I then turned my attention to the walls, wondering if the markings might give some insight.

I excused myself from our discussion, and stood up to examine the walls better. Pulling out my camera, I took a hi-res photo of each wall, so I could examine the smaller details, if needed. Ms. Campbell remained in her bed as I did so, and said nothing while I did my examination. Much of the markings seemed rather incoherent, with sketches that made no sense, symbols I didn’t recognise, or had been partially rubbed away. I did, however, notice a few things. In each corner, there was a drawing of a candle, which seemed peculiar to me. There was also a rather crude drawing of what appeared to be a dagger, but the handle looked more phallic, than symmetrical. Finally, a pentagram symbol, which was the universal symbol of witchcraft, and the occult, was drawn on the wall opposite to the bed, with the words ‘KLAC TABLS’ written beneath it.

I made a notation of all the peculiar markings on my notepad, and thought I may have been onto something here. What happened next, shook me to my core. I practically jumped out of my skin the moment I turned, and came face-to-face with Ms. Campbell, standing directly behind me. I hadn’t even heard her get up, nor her feet shuffle on the floor, as if she just appeared there. I was terrified, but took a few deep breaths and calmed down. I became nervous wondering how she could have been standing right there, looking right at me, while she was still sedated.

I tried to play it off, telling her she surprised me, and I would have to be going now. Just as I spoke, she stepped closer to me. I moved backwards away from her, nervous of what she might do, and ended up with my back against the wall. She was almost pressed into me, her eyes staring right into mine, full of hunger. She opened up her smock, and bared her chest; no t-shirt or undergarments underneath. She reached into it and pulled her breasts out for me to see. Her skin was pale, and looked soft and smooth. She gently rubbed them, and arched her back to raise her chest closer to me, daring me to touch them. I stood frozen against the wall, afraid to do anything but look.

She gave me a devious, playful smile as she bit her lip, still rubbing her breasts. Her nipples hardened, alluring me to take hold of them. She was getting no reaction from me, so she became bolder. She reached down, and rubbed my pants, precisely along the shaft of my growing erection. My attempts to feign disinterest seemed to fail, she had called me on my bluff.

With a lewd giggle, she lowered herself onto her knees, and skillfully unfastened my pants in about a second. Before I could protest, she had already reached into my boxers, and pulled out my erect member. She cooed lustfully as she stroked me, and I could only wonder if, perhaps, her sedation had simply worn off prematurely. As precum secreted from the head of my prick, she stared at it hungrily. Her hand stroked me harder, trying to milk out more of it.

She licked the slit of my penis, cleaning it all off, and took the entire head of my cock in her mouth. She sucked on the end of my penis, stroking me along the shaft, her eyes continuously looking up into mine. I had to admit, being a paranormal investigator didn’t get me many dates, so it was difficult for me to say no to this. Her auburn hair bobbed back and forth past her shoulders, and part of me wanted to grab it, and just enjoy this. I wanted to take her breast in my hand, and massage it, grope it, and make her feel good. I admit, I wanted to fuck her against this wall.

Then, I snapped out of those thoughts, knowing an orderly could walk in at any moment. I pulled myself away from her, stepping sideways from her grasp, and put my throbbing member back in my pants. Rather than look insulted, Ms. Campbell seemed eager to continue, slowly walking towards me with that look of sexual hunger in her eyes. I quickly grabbed my belongings, and anxiously knocked on the door to be let out. The orderly immediately answered, and I exited. I explained what she did, and she assured me that it happened sometimes, before going in to re-dress the auburn-haired woman, and put her back in bed.

Needless to say, I decided I was done with my interview, and compiled my notes. I met with the doctor again, and returned his file as he escorted me out of the building. We had a short chat about what happened along the way, but he was relieved to hear that I hadn’t engaged in any sort of sexual act with her. Of course, I had to lie a little about that part. Once I had made it through security, and signed myself out, I was on my way home.

8:50 p.m.

I sat at home, going over my notes and pictures, trying to make sense of all the nonsense that had taken place several hours ago. I was bothered by the events that took place in Ms. Campbell’s room at the ward, but it hadn’t stopped me from quickly relieving that tension the moment I got home. I stared at the cork board with all of my photos, and the notes I took from my observations. I stared at it like I was some ‘beautiful mind’ genius, trying to find the connections to everything, like some puzzle. I tried like hell to see how everything fit together, but my mind just wouldn’t shake the image of that young redhead about to blow me right there against the concrete wall.

I closed my eyes to think, but I saw her again, on her knees, right in front of me. I start to get hard again, and I had to let out a long exhale to calm myself down. I refocused my mind, and brought my attention back to the mess on the wall, and figure out if there was a case here. I mulled over the specific pictures I had noticed earlier, and saw they resembled the components of certain rituals. If Ms. Campbell was drawing these shapes in a specific way, she may have been trying to tell me by recreating what happened. That made me wonder, what did the words ‘KLAC TABLS’ mean? I had already checked many languages, and they didn’t seem to say anything in any language.

I decided to try an experiment, and grabbed some candles. If she drew a picture of a candle in each corner, would that indicate there was a candle in each corner of the room during the ritual? I placed one in each corner of my living room, and lit them, trying to place myself in the situation. The mood certainly seemed right, and I definitely felt a sense of nervousness. I stepped back to the cork board, and grabbed the picture I took of those strange words.

I sat on my couch, in the low light, and examined the photo closer. The words still didn’t make sense, and the pentagram above it didn’t seem to give any clue. Frustrated, I set the photo on my coffee table, and got up to get a drink. I could sense I was going in the right direction, and those words and pentagram were the next step. I just could not figure out what it meant. With a small glass of whiskey in my hand, I relaxed on the couch, taking a sip.

I allowed myself to think about the redhead again, if only to unwind my nerves, and give myself something nice to think about. I imagined how far things may have gotten if I hadn’t stopped her. How her breasts would have felt in my hands, how deep she would have taken my prick in her mouth, how tight her snatch was, and how much she would enjoy feeling me inside her. It wasn’t long before I was fully hard, and beginning to want that fiery woman. ‘Oh well,’ I thought to myself, feeling like a fool for desiring a woman trapped in a nuthouse.

As I opened my eyes again, I could have sworn there was a red flicker in my peripheral vision. I looked towards it, and nothing, just my coffee table, and the photo. I shrugged it off as my eyes just playing tricks on me, and took another sip of the dark whiskey. I yawned and  laid my head back against the couch, closing my eyes. I only had them closed for a minute, but when I opened them, my house had become much darker.

There were still lights flickering on the walls, and I remembered the candles were still burning. I sat up, blinking the drowsiness from my eyes. I was surprised I hadn’t dropped my glass as I nearly drifted off, and set it on the table. I didn’t know what happened, whether there was a blackout, or I had gotten drunk and forgot I turned the lights off. I composed my thoughts, and tried to remember where the nearest flashlight was. I remembered I put one in the stand next to the front door.

I opened the drawer in the stand, and searched around for it. I pulled it out, and twisted the head to make sure it worked. Sure enough, the beam was bright, and lit the door in front of me. For the second time that day, I was surprised nearly out of my skin when there was a knock on the door. I stepped back, and exhaled, assuming the neighbour must be checking to see if the power was out in my house as well.

I opened my door, shining my flashlight outside at the guest, and was taken aback by what I saw. It was a person, but not one of my neighbours, I was sure of that. The stranger had a curious, green robe covering their whole body, along with a hood covering their head. With everything having been dark, I could only see black under the hood. I was creeped out by this stranger’s presence, but I stole myself, and asked who the stranger was, and if they needed something. The stranger didn’t answer, or react in any sort of way.

Feeling even more on edge, I repeated my question, and leaned in to try and see their face. As I raised the flashlight towards their face, the figure stepped towards me, and into my home. Startled, I backed away from the stranger, nearly tripping over my own feet. The door closed by itself behind the stranger, and I was unsure if it was the wind, or some other force. I felt the arm of the couch on the back of my thighs, and was too frightened to move anywhere else. The figure stopped within inches of my body, and slowly, two pale, slender hands reached for the hood, and pushed it back.

I never could have imagined the person in the cloak, who seemed to appear at my door in the middle of the night, had the same red hair and familiar face. Her green eyes pierced into my mind, and invaded my thoughts. It was Ms. Campbell, but at the same time, it wasn’t. I couldn’t explain what it was, but the person standing in front of me was exactly like the mental patient I had just met a few hours ago, and yet, her demeanour was entirely different. Rather than in a state of delirium, she was calm; her face and hair seemed cleaner, as well. By all accounts, I could swear the woman before me had never had any sort of mental illness.

I called her by her name, and she smiled, and nodded to acknowledge me. I tried to ask how she got here, and how she got out of the asylum. My words were stifled as she leaned in and kissed me, gripping my shirt with one hand, and the other behind my head. Even with all of my questions and worries running through my mind, her warm lips melted them all away. My nerves started to calm, and my muscles relaxed. There was a moment of euphoria as my adrenaline drained from me.

She broke the kiss, and guided me back to the front of my couch, gently seating me on the soft cushion. Whatever the reason for her having been here, it didn’t matter to me anymore. She gingerly lowered herself to her knees in front of me while her eyes stayed locked on mine. The red-haired beauty unfastened my pants, just as she did earlier that day, and I was sure I knew the reason this time. I had to restrain myself, as much as I wanted her to finish last time, out of professionalism. But, this time, I had no intention of stopping her.

By the time she had pulled my trousers off, I was half-erect for her. But, no sooner did I feel her warm mouth wrap around the tip, was I fully erect. I could feel her tongue slither around my shaft, teasing me, and causing the base of my member to throb. Her hair covered my lap, making it impossible for me to watch, but I felt everything. My breathing became erratic as it responded to every tiny jolt of pleasure I felt. She seemed to be even more eager to please me than she had when we first met.

A moment later, and she slowly slid her mouth off of me, pursing her lips as she released the head, and let out a low moan of enjoyment. Her head raised, and her eyes met mine again. I watched as she stood, and sat on the opposite end of the couch. It was only then did she open the green cloak concealing her, and revealed she was completely nude underneath. The candlelight shimmered on her pale skin, and made it look like she glowed in the darkness. Her breasts looked even more tantalising than they did before, and the curves of her body bewitched me. She released a clasp near her neck, which seemed to be the only thing keeping the cloak on her body.

Her body shifted, turning towards me. Her head rested on the arm of the couch, and she brought her legs onto the middle cushion, and laid her body along the length of the couch. Her legs parted, revealing what hid between her thighs. I stared in awe at the beauty of her womanhood, and the soft, pink, puffy skin that surrounded it. She reached between her thighs, and used her fingers to open her slit to me. My prick throbbed hard, and repeatedly, as my mouth twitched. She appeared to want me to return the favour for her, which, at that moment, was the only thing I wanted to do.

My body leaned in closer, almost on it’s own. It was difficult to distinguish if I was acting on my own, or if I was losing control. My head came closer to the crevice between her thighs, and I could see her smile growing wider on her cheeks. She bit her lip and inhaled quickly as my breath touched her mound. The sweet scent of her invaded my nostrils, and the hint of her honey glistened with the light of the candles. As my lips touched her divine flesh, she gasped, and closed her eyes. As I saw her reaction to me, I wanted to give her more.

I continued to kiss her womanhood, letting my tongue out to lick her, and taste her honey. She reacts like a woman who has never been with a lover, gently jerking her limbs in an act of ecstasy. My hand reaches up to grab her breast, and it feels soft and firm in my hand. I grope her playfully, adding to the pleasure I’m giving her with my tongue. She moans and gasps in pleasure, clutching my hair, and encouraging me to do more. I felt her body heat up, and her hips began to buck.

I pinched her nipple, and focused my tongue lashings on her tiny pleasure nub. She let out a shriek, and I began to taste something hot, and sweet, escape from her opening. I lapped it up, and she held my head there, still letting out small noises as her whole body tensed in climax. Her thighs squeezed my face, and held me in place until her orgasm subsided. I found my chin soaked in her juices as I pulled my face away from her mound. I wiped my face as she caught her breath, and watched her pale skin turn to a highly-aroused pink.

My cock had already been ready to burst by that point, and pointed straight at her as I raised my body straight. Her eyes darted straight for it, and I could see a deep hunger on her face. The seductress grabbed my arms, and pulled me on top of her. I was face-to-face with her, and could see deep into her emerald eyes. I felt her hand grasp my shaft, and guided it to her opening. Her thighs closed in around my hips, and I felt the heat of her body against my skin. I felt something soft, and wet, against the tip of my member, and then her legs clamped around my hips, and pushed me deep into her.

There was a moment of disbelief in my mind, followed by the incredible feeling of her soft walls squeeze all around me. I let out a gasp as I felt myself enter her, while she moaned in pleasure of the initial penetration. She held my body in place for a moment, and pulled me in to kiss her again. Her large mounds were pressed against my chest as I returned her kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth, and played with mine, seducing me further into her. I was still throbbing inside her, so she released me, and allowed me to move into her.

I pulled myself out, part-way, and moved into her again. She moaned into my lips, so I did it again, and again, and again. Each time, I moved faster, then harder, and more, until I was ravaging her. She moaned more and more, even after our lips broke from each other. I watched her face, looking into her eyes as I took her. Without speaking, her expression pleaded with me not to stop. As if she couldn’t bare to have me stop pleasuring her, and part of me wanted to fulfil that wish.

Unfortunately, I had been building up ever since we began. I felt myself quickly building to orgasm, and did all I could to hold it back. I managed to edge myself for, what felt like, an eternity, but to no avail. As soon as it was clear I was going to cum, she wrapped her legs around me again, and forced me to release myself inside her. She seemed to enjoy the feeling of me unloading into her, and I felt her walls sucking me in as my prick emptied.

Once I had finished, I felt breathless, and climbed off of her, sitting on the couch next to her as I waited for the endorphin high to pass. I had thought we were finished, and reveled in having had relations with such a beauty. Clearly, the fiery woman was not done with me, yet. She had not given me more than a few seconds to recover, before she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. Reaching down, she grasped me again, and stroked my half-softened dick. Still coated in her honey, it was partly slick in her hand.

I was still in the middle of recovering, and didn’t think I’d be able to continue. I wanted to protest, feeling her slick fingers glide against the over-sensitive head. I tried to speak up, and addressed her as ‘Ms. Campbell’, but she placed a finger over my lips, and shushed me. Her eyes looked into mine, smiled playfully, and insisted I called her ‘Charley’. With that, she had succeeded in bringing me to full erection again, and lowered herself onto me.

I shuddered as I penetrated her again, still overly sensitive, and feeling drained. I didn’t want to stop her, I wanted to please her, to make her mine. I took comfort in the thought that I didn’t have to do the work, and as long as she kept me hard, she could do as she pleased. Larger jolts of pleasure shot through me as I suffered in bitter-sweet torture of my lover moving her hips up, and down, against me. She moaned as she tilted her head back, enjoying herself to the fullest extent.

Her movement became more and more aggressive. Her honey began to flow even more, and made sounds of slick sliding with every motion. With the burning candles, the thin layer of sweat on our bodies, and the heady scent of our lovemaking made the room palpable with passion and lust. Her heavy movements made the large mounds on her chest bounce so beautifully against my face. I couldn’t resist them, and brought my hands up to grab them, and push them together, groping them.

Charley felt encouraged to add a rocking motion to her movements, and created an entirely different sensation for me. Even though I felt overly-sensitive, I felt myself building up again. It was smaller, but I felt another good orgasm approach. I had never felt this before, and didn’t know what to expect. As it got closer, I felt the desire to release into the fiery woman again.

My hands clutched her thighs, I listened to her moans, and focused on how tight her soft walls felt all around me. I needed that release, and she could feel it coming. I groaned loudly, and my whole body stiffened as I came inside her again. Lights began to dance in front of my eyes as I finished, and I felt a dizzying light-headedness. I could no longer focus on anything else in the room, and my body began to feel numb. I could still see Charley, and I could still feel her folds around my member.

She giggled, almost deviously, and continued to keep going. Strangely I was still erect inside her, despite having orgasmed twice. I heard her let out little breaths of satisfaction, and hunger, as she continued. My body was weak, and I was unable to stop her. The only sensation I was still aware of was the feeling of both our juices churning inside her.

I could barely move my head, my vision became blurred, and I could no longer move my arms. I looked down at my arms, and they began to look thinner, almost shrivelled. I was losing focus, and didn’t understand how I could be able to continue having sex with this woman. My only conclusion was she, somehow, wouldn’t let my manhood go soft. I realised, she was draining me, of everything, not just my semen. She was a demon of lust, and I was her victim.

In the following moments, all I could feel was one more orgasm rise from my body. Unable to do anything about it, it was quickly released into the red-haired demon. My vision began to fade completely, and I lost all sensation. All I could see was white, and heard only her playful, devious laughter as she left me there to my fate. I should have known better than to play with something I didn’t understand.


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The Mystery of Primal Play

Now, when I say ‘mystery’, I don’t mean it’s a mystery to us all, like some kind of exclusive club. It’s a mystery because this particular fetish is relatively new in the BDSM community. I was also oblivious to its existence until just a couple days ago. I was considering making a Fetlife account the other day, hoping I could network with more people like me, and it asked me what role I assume. I clicked the drop-down menu and looked at the choices. Normally, I would have just chosen ‘Master’, but I was curious, and the list was kinda long, so I read over them all.

Near the bottom, I saw some roles I’d never heard of, which went by the names ‘Primal, Primal Dom, Primal Sub’. I was intrigued and did a little research into what exactly a Primal is.What I found turned out to be a style of BDSM I always kinda knew existed, but I’d been simply attributing it as just being a Dom. Furthermore, it occurred to me, I may actually be a Primal. I’ve had many experiences in the past where I acted in ways described by many others as the behavior of a Primal Dom, but only recently has that behavior actually been given a name.

Now, to get into specifics, it’s a style of BDSM that deals with sex in a manner that is much more animalistic than conventional sex, or what they refer to as ‘Primal Play’. It’s not just being a bit more rough with your partner that makes this animalistic, no, I mean this in a much more literal sense. People who are primal tend to take the roles of predator and prey, where one member dominates, and mates, with their partner in the same way as, let’s say, a wolf or lion mates with their mate.

Believe me, I had to do A LOT of research to really understand what all of this means, and what the act entails. Disclaimer: Not all primals act exactly as I describe below. This is just an overall list of attributes. You do not need to perform all of these acts to be considered a primal.

To start, primals will often abandon the rules and protocols of BDSM/D.s., and forego the use of toys in lieu of hair, skin, nails, and teeth. Next, the primals would perform a kind of foreplay involving one participant capturing and taking control of the other, like a kind of ‘take-down’. During this act, there may be a lot of sniffing, growling, scratching and/or biting. Some primals have admitted their mate’s scent plays a big role in attraction. Furthermore, both participants may struggle to gain control over the other, which allows room for those of us who may play the bratty sub who doesn’t always like to be the submissive one. For this reason, primal play can look like wrestling, or fighting, and sometimes involves using ropes on their partner to establish dominance.

3118045My primal traits consist more of the biting, growling, scratching, and playing the ‘Alpha’ role.

As you can imagine, primal play is often very passionate and sensual for participants, and couples who regularly engage in primal play recommend every couple try it out at least once. The main aspect of primal play are the emotions involved with it. Whether those emotions are lust, happiness, loneliness, or even silliness, it can be expressed in primal play. It can be rough, or it can be gentle, but ultimately, it is always emotional. Sometimes, participants can engage in play without the need for sex whatsoever.

By now, you may be thinking this sounds a bit like the ‘furries’ or ‘yiffy’ sub-genre. Well, you’d be partially correct in assuming this. Primal play and these animal-like role-playing sub-genres are definitely separate, but have a lot of overlapping qualities. But, as I’ve said, you don’t have to engage in all the acts I’ve mentioned to be considered primal.

Along with all the research I’ve done, I’ve noticed there’s not a lot of erotica involving primal play. I understand that it’s new, so many writers probably aren’t aware of it as a niche, but I’d be interested to see what kind of stories people write using primal play. I can imagine, if someone were to write one, it would involve a lot of references to animal-styled sex and seduction. Components of Primal stories could be such things as a partner’s scent, mounting, description of skin and hair, struggle for dominance, maybe even some playful escaping, only to be captured by the alpha again.

If anyone reading this happens to get a story idea involving primal play, and writes it, I’d love to read it. You guys are always welcome to use the ‘Contact Me’ section to send me your stories. Or, if all you have is an idea, you can always tell me about it, and I may write it myself. If I like your story, I might even feature it as an Erotic Bite. If you’d like to learn more about how to engage in primal play, I’ve seen a very helpful video all about it on Kink University, a branch of obviously). The video demonstrates many of the acts involved and explains the dynamics of the human connection created. Disclaimer: They don’t pay me to advertise their site, I just genuinely think it’s an excellent resource.

Out of curiosity, are any of you primal? Have any of you had experiences in primal play, or engage in it a certain way? Feel free to tell me your experiences in the comments below.

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The Tentacle Fascination

I’ve had an idea to try out something like this for a while, and figured I’d give it a go. I wanted to be a source of information for those who wish to expand their horizons when writing erotica, because I know what it’s like to cross that threshold, and not know which way to go. 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. So, to make things a bit easier for those wishing to broaden their horizons, I’ll be making the occasional post about different niches, what it is that makes it so damn alluring, and why.

For my first go at this, I figured what better topic to discuss first than good old tentacle sex. It was the first niche I was asked to write that made me raise an eyebrow, and wonder what kind of wierdo I was working for. Well, technically the niche they asked for was tentacle/alien/impregnation erotica, but the reaction I had was the same. I will admit to you now, I’ve seen a fair amount of tentacle hentai, and I’ve seen it occur in many forms, from some monster capturing a woman, to a boy turning into a mass of tentacles, and even tentacles emerging from a woman’s genitalia to be used on another woman’s genitalia. I’ve also found some live-action tentacle debauchery, but you tend to lose interest when it’s obvious you’re watching a dildo attached to a stick.

Now, this may seem like a fetish only guys would appreciate, but it’s often made a component of many female fantasies. However, most would never admit to it because of the stigma they believe goes with it. But that doesn’t stop them from looking up tentacle hentai whenever they get the chance. It may seem like one of the strangest things to be aroused by, but it’s not without it’s reasons either. After I did my research on the tentacle fetish, I found some truly intriguing things about why women quiver excitedly at the mere thought of a foreign appendage wrapping around their leg.

The first attractive quality about tentacles is the allure of a fantasy creature, whom has full knowledge of female sexuality, wanting to bring them to ecstasy. Because it’s a fictional creature, women will often imagine it acting exactly as they would want it to act. They can do this without any other expectations, because there’s no basis of comparison to an actual creature to contradict their fantasy. In addition, tentacle fetishes also take on multiple other roles women are often aroused by. The can play the part of bondage play, gangbanging from having a phallic limb in every hole, and sometimes, the ‘wet’ aspect of tentacles allows them to enjoy the image, without the worry of friction or injury.

But most of all, tentacle fetishes attract women because they often take the woman by force. Now, let me begin this explanation by making it clear:

Women do not fantasize about being taken by force. And that is not up for debate.

Now that I’ve cleared up my position on that, let me clarify the point. Nothing matters more in sex than consent, so consent is the main issue here. In BDSM play, both parties are fully informed of what will take place, establish safety words, boundaries, and perform aftercare when it’s over. There is another form of this that takes things very close to the edge, commonly known as “Consensual Non-consent”, which is often frowned upon in the BDSM community because of the risks to one’s safety. Now, I could make another whole post on consensual non-consent, but for now, I’ll summarize. It involves both parties agreeing to act as if consent has been waived completely, allowing one party to act however he chooses. So the two parties roleplay as ‘rapist’ and ‘victim’, except both parties have already given consent, far ahead of time, to take part in this kind of play.

As to it’s relation to tentacle fetishes, there are women who like the idea of consenting to roleplaying as if consent has been waived. However, doing so with multiple partners is a daunting task, so tentacles make that fantasy possible for them. As I mentioned earlier, a fantasy creature, like a tentacle monster, will do exactly as the woman will fantasize it to do. Because the women in hentai are entirely fictional, it’s much easier for women to place themselves in their position because the use of consensual non-consent has already been established in their fantasy, and their safety is guaranteed. They receive all of the pleasure, without any of the drama, or the risks involved.

Even with all of this, there are times when certain aspects of tentacle fetishes are a bit unappealing. Some women don’t like the idea of a tentacle being slimy, or it’s rigid texture, or the shape of it’s tip. Most of the time, they would like to see a woman eager to be taken by tentacles, rather than captured. It’s because of this, the genre often branches out into other forms, adjusting itself to fit the preferences of it’s readers or viewers. Keep this in mind when you use tentacles in your own stories. Often times, tentacles will be combined with other niches, like aliens, or impregnation. Don’t be so quick to dismiss these ideas either. You may be shocked to find out how popular it could get.

I’m unsure if I should place my resources in their own section, but please, let me know if you would like more posts like this about some of the lesser-understood niches in erotica. My hope is for you, the writer, to have a better understanding of the appeal behind this, and incorporate that into your story.

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