Paying a speeding ticket

This week’s Erotic Bite is a story I submitted for a competition about quickie sex. The only condition was the story needed to be below 1,500 words. So you could say it’s a quickie about a quickie. Enjoy!

Lacey had already been on the road all day. Her boyfriend was just transferred to a new marine base and finally found an apartment for them, so she had to make the trek to be with him. Her GPS had told her of a separate route that was a little longer, but had far less traffic, so she took it. It brought her through this old country road, seemingly empty, so she pushed on the gas a little harder to get through it faster. She rolled down her window and let the wind blow through her medium-length red hair.

She hadn’t seen another car for almost twenty minutes, so she thought no one would notice her speed a little. At least not until a county police car appeared right behind her with it’s lights flashing. Lacey cursed at herself and slowly pulled over to the side of the road. She got a nervous feeling in her chest, she’d been stopped before on other occasions, and was warned that if she got in trouble again, her license would be revoked. She couldn’t afford to be stopped right now, not when her boyfriend was still hours away.

The police car was stopped right behind her, and the officer approached her window now. As he came into Lacey’s view, she was met with a pretty good-looking face, short brown hair, blue eyes, cleanly shaven, and she could tell he was fairly fit under his well-pressed uniform. He asked the usual questions.

“License, registration, and proof of insurance, please.” His voice was authoritative, but there was still a sense of youth in it.

“OK.” She replied, she took her license out of her purse and the other documents out of the glove compartment and handed them to him.

After the officer looked her information over, he turned to her, “Are you aware of how fast you were going?”

“Ummm…not really.” She feigned ignorance. It was stupid, but it was the only reaction she could come up with.

“The speed limit here is thirty-five, I clocked you at forty-two.”

Lacey was silent a moment, then replied, “I’m really sorry, officer.”

“Wait here a minute, please.” And he walked back to his car.

Is he going to run my information on his computer? she thought. If he did, she would likely be arrested right then. All she could do was wait with bated breath until he returned, she kept tapping the steering wheel with her thumbs, her heart picked up pace. The officer finally reappeared at her window.

“Would you step out of the car, please?” He spoke with a bit more authority this time.

Reluctantly, she opened her car door and stepped out onto the road. Lacey could feel the officer’s eyes moving down her body, from the white tank top that covered her C-cup breasts, down her slender body to her khaki skirt that barely covered her ass, and down her long legs. It was summer, so she preferred to dress lightly. The officer guided her to his car, and stopped next to the hood.

“Ma’am, you’ve been warned by the judge about your driving record. I’ll have to ask you to turn around, lean over, and place your hands on the hood.” His voice sounded a lot like her boyfriend’s, and this brought up memories of the role-playing they would have in the bedroom.

Her boyfriend would bend her over the bed, handcuff her, then have his way with her. This was brought on when she told him months ago that she always had this fantasy of getting fucked by a cop on the hood of his car. And since then, they had role-played that scenario many times in the bedroom. But this was a serious situation, no games. She turned around, bent over a bit, and held herself up with her hands on the hood.

“All the way down.” He placed his hand on her back and pushed her down until her whole upper body rested on the hood.

Though she hadn’t meant to, the memories she just had in her mind caused her to react with a groaned moan, her nails pushed into the metal hood as if thinking they were her bed sheets, and bowed her back to make her ass more prominent, as if she submitted it to him. She instantly blushed, and realized what had happened. She could tell he had paused in surprise, and could feel her skirt no longer hid the crest of her small butt cheeks, now poked out to say ‘hi’. A moment passed, then the officer grabbed her wrist, pulled it behind her back and clasped a handcuff on it. Lacey hadn’t met many attractive cops, but she didn’t seem to mind being ‘handled’ by this one.

She bit her lip as he took her other wrist and clasped the other cuff to it, and still couldn’t help but lift her ass a bit when the officers hip seemed to press into her butt. She could feel a semi-hard shaft slid between her soft cheeks. He was turned on by her. When the officer felt the caress of her panties over his bulge, he reacted with a slight thrust of his hips into her. It was clear that she wanted this, and he was ready to give it to her.

“Are you going to give me your name, at least?” She asked him.

“Mark.” He replied, his hands ran up her legs to her perky ass.

Lacey felt his hips move away for a moment, and hoped that he wasn’t backing out of this. When she heard a tell-tale zipper come undone, she became instantly wetter. Her breath began to pick up in anticipation, she felt something hot, hard, and round rub along the thin fabric that covered her pussy.

“So this is what you want?” Mark asked, his voice more erotic.

“Yes.” she replied in a hurried breath. She felt bad for cheating on her boyfriend, but this was a rare opportunity to live out her fantasy.

She felt his fingers pull her panties to the side, her sweet folds were ready. She couldn’t look back to see how big his cock was, but as she felt him penetrate her, she could tell his was thick, and long. But at that moment, another car approached around the curve. Mark quickly pushed his hips into her butt and placed his hands on her cuffs. Lacey tried to muffle a large moan, as she felt him fill her completely, he must have been around seven or eight inches long. The car passed right by them. To the driver, they simply looked like she was being arrested, rather than getting fucked.

As the car disappeared from view, Mark thrusted his member into her. If another car was going to approach soon, they would have to make this fast. Mark held the hem of her skirt as he plowed into her tightened folds, Lacey moaned into the metal hood, her tits pressed into it. The officer pounded into her as he smacked her ass, and she loved it.

“Oh god, fuck me harder!” She cried out. She moaned almost uncontrollably as he granted her wish. He pulled the hem of her skirt, and pulled her into him each time he thrusted into her. He used his other hand to pull her shoulder up a bit, then reached into her shirt and groped her breast. She was overcome by so much pleasure as her fantasy had come true. It was then she noticed a small device with a lens and a blinking red light. A dash cam? Was it on?

Suddenly, the thought of having been recorded this whole ordeal turned her on to the point she felt her pussy get even more wet, she clenched around his dick, and started to orgasm. Mark quickly followed with his own orgasm, he pushed deep into her and released a large load of hot cum inside her. This pushed her past the point of pleasure, and straight into the most intense orgasm of her life. She got on her tippy-toes, her legs tightened, and she practically roared a moan that echoed off the hills and the trees all around them.

As they both relaxed, they cleaned up. Mark let Lacey go with a warning, considering her payment to him. As he drove off, and parted ways, Lacey sat in her car a few minutes longer, she felt his cum drip out of her, took it in her fingers and rubbed it into her clit, and brought herself to another orgasm as she replayed the events in her head. She knew that Mark would do the same when he watched the replay from his dash cam.


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On Female Perspective

In a past post, I discussed some of the challenges male erotica writers face in a genre that is primarily dominated by women. One of those challenges is the issue of writing from the female perspective. That is, to write from the point-of-view of a female character. In most other genres, this is not a difficult task. Especially for legendary authors, like George R.R. Martin, who seem to know exactly how to portray women who are both strong, and vulnerable. However, in erotica, the challenge is much greater, as we will be scrutinized on how we portray sexual women.

Let me illustrate this point with an example situation I’ve seen many times in erotica reviews. A female author writes a story from the point of view from a woman, and her story is read by another woman. The reader has experienced similar events in her own life, and thinks, ‘my experience was different, but the character is still believable, so the story is good‘. Now, if you take the exact situation, but make the author a man, it’s more likely the female reader will think, ‘my experience was different, but this was written by a guy, so what the hell does he know?’. This is not the case for all readers, of course, but it is an ongoing challenge male writers face right from the start. But how can we effectively portray a sexual woman, who is also believable and relateable to all readers?

We can’t. But we can do the best we can.

There’s no way for us to know exactly how a woman will think, or act, in any given erotic situation. Sometimes, we’ll find, in life, most women will respond with the opposite reaction we use in our stories, which cuts into our credibility. In other cases, our portrayal of women in a certain situation will resonate with some women, and they can relate it to their own experiences. That is what you should try to aim for when you write. As the saying goes: you can please all the people some of the time, you can please some of the people all the time, but you can’t please all people all the time.

So how do we begin to write erotica in a way that can appeal to some of your readers, and begin to build credibility and legitimacy among female readers? Well, there’s a number of things to keep in mind when you begin writing your story. First, remember women are, at their core, complex creatures. Men are normally much more basic, so it’s easy to make us happy with straightforward gestures, like pulling us into the bedrooms, pulling our clothes off, and fucking our brains out. Women, on the other hand, don’t appreciate crudeness, frankness, or pure physical stimulation.

Women want to know more than just how big a man’s dick is, or how hard he rammed into her, etc. Instead, they want to know more about what the characters are thinking, what they’re feeling, and their motivations for this sexual interaction. Thoughts and emotions are powerful in erotica, and help tremendously when it comes to making your characters more human, and relateable. Ask yourself why this situation is happening, and what is causing this woman to consider sexual intercourse, rather than flinging their drink in the guy’s face.

You may have also noticed that I was just using a bit of crude language as well, just a minute ago. Your use of language is also going to be an issue when it comes to appealing to female readers. You may have noticed in a few of my stories, like the Teacher’s Pet, which I wrote back in 2013, the language I used was somewhat crude. Back then, I was only just getting back into writing erotica, and publishing it online. Technically, I was still a new writer, and was still making many of the mistakes new writers make. But my stories were short, and very quick to get to the action, and ended with instant gratification. I was later hired to start ghost-writing some erotica novels, with the requirement of each one being at least 5,000 words. I learned, very quickly, what the secret to writing good erotica was.

Take things slow.

I realized, if I wanted to reach my required word count, I needed to pace my story in a way that allowed me to stretch the events out over several paragraphs. You can probably find these writing tips just about anywhere now, but I had to learn these things through self-discovery. Using techniques like utilizing the five senses to describe a scene, abandoning the laundry list, and using a broader terminology can all help your story feel less like porn, and more like erotica. A bit of eloquence, and knowledge of the human body, can make your story that much more appealing. Let me show you…


Her perfect tits and ass looked so good in her underwear, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them. I grabbed her tits, and squeezed them. That was when she moaned for me. I wanted to fuck her so bad, so I pulled off her panties, and pushed her on the bed. I got on top of her, and started fucking her really good. I pounded her like a jackhammer with my hard rod until she creamed on my cock.


She stepped into the doorway, a playful smile on her face, and her cheeks blushing for me as she revealed the new lingerie she bought as a surprise. My eyes looked up and down her body. Her panties hugged her hips with red lace, and cupped her perky mounds to give her a cleavage that would tease any man. My skin grew hot and flush, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I got up, and stepped in front of her, placing my hands on her hips. Her blushing face became a deeper shade of red. She was obviously nervous about wearing something so revealing, but I had told her once about how much I liked red lace lingerie.

Both examples are just one paragraph long, but you can see how one method works better than the other. The better example is able to describe everything that happens just in the first sentence of the wrong example, and still has room for much more description! You also get a much better picture of what’s going on in the second example, and have a better idea of the thoughts, emotions, and motivations of the man and woman. Now, while it may be obvious that a bit of crude language is needed for the description of the actual sex, you may want to avoid using terms like: cock, pussy, tits, cunt, dick, hard rod, ass, etc. Although, it’s acceptable to use these sparingly in your description. I often only use these terms to make certain actions sound more intense, like points where the sex is becoming rougher. If you find yourself using certain terms a little too often, then will soon become your best friend.

The next thing you should know about is female personalities and archetypes. A great many of them exist, and it’s important to remember that they only exist as a point of reference. Remember, even though characters fall under an archetype, each person has their own qualities, personalities, fears, dreams, wants and needs. You’re not just creating a sexual partner, you’re creating a character your readers will want to know more about. Once you have a general ‘template’ of the person you want to create, give them characteristics that make them unique. Do they enjoy a particular sport, or a food, or some other activity? Do they have an alter ego they only show to certain people, but not others? Once you know these things, have those characteristics play a part in what drives them to have sex.

It may help to base your characters on people you already know. I know that seems weird to do with erotica, but it’s not a bad idea either. Of course, characters will seem more real if you base them on real people. But, if you’re still having trouble, you can get a better idea of how to portray a female character by reading stories written from female authors. After all, who knows about female characters better than female writers? I have several female friends who are female erotica writers, and I read their work often to see what works for them, and apply their techniques to my own work. Seriously, this probably should have been my first suggestion.

Finally, the best piece of advice I can give you is this: the woman you are describing is what you make her. It may seem a bit daunting to figure out exactly how a woman would react to any given situation, but they’re still going to do whatever you say they do. Even with everything you’ve just gone through to make a believable woman, they’re still a character in your story. It may not always make sense to the person reading it, but you’re still the writer, and if it makes sense to you, then let it happen. Don’t let doubt discourage you from allowing your story to end the way you intended it to.

Keeping these things in mind, just remember female characters are people. They can be as simple, or as complex, as you want them to be. Don’t let anyone tell you you can’t write from a female perspective, just because you have a penis. Ladies, we may not know what goes on in your mind, but we’re trying to figure it out. So… go easy on us?

Ritual Offerings: The Beginning

This week’s story tells the tale of a modern witch who plays with forces beyond her control, and several appendages who take control.

“I appeal to thee, oh goddess, please grant me my wish. Let my desire be fulfilled! Grant me the power to cast my will on those who have wronged me.” The words rang in the small room of the apartment, bouncing off the walls repeatedly. There was nothing else in the room to absorb the noise anyhow. This was Charley’s spare bedroom in her apartment, and like many young 22-year-olds trying to pay for school, she hadn’t filled it with anything. In fact, the only thing within the small room, besides Charley, were some candles, some incense, a few bundles of dried herbs, a cloth tapestry with a large pentacle, and a paperback spellbook from the local book store.

The young witch had been sitting on her knees with her arms raised, to preside over her ritual space. She wore a green ritual robe she bought online from a website selling magical goods, and thought it looked good on her, as it emphasized her cleavage, and made her curvy body look far more sexy, in her opinion. Just about all of her ritual goods had been purchased from one store or another, but that fact never seemed to bother her. She’d been a ‘practicing’ witch since she was nineteen, but never recognized the reason none of her spells or rituals ever seemed to work. So it was no surprise that this plea to the goddess was met with an anticlimactic lack of anything happening.

Charley had kept her eyes closed while she was chanting, and waited a few moments before opening them again. Her green pupils scanned the room a few moments, looking for any sign of magic, like a divine presence, or maybe some form of swirling energy. Nothing was happening, the way it often did, but she tried hard to feel some sort of magic at work in her body. She flung her head back, her curled, auburn hair swung around just past her shoulders as she tried to accept a magical energy that clearly didn’t manifest. She straightened herself up again as the imagined energy receded, and thought she would at least try to make something happen.

She focused hard on what she wanted to do. She imagined the group of preppy girls at her school who often berated her because she was a bit bigger than them, and because she didn’t conceal the fact that she was a witch. Strangely enough, she was often regarded as the ‘sexy witch girl’, and yet, didn’t get asked out very often. She would have said yes to just about any good-looking guy who offered her dinner, entertainment, and a night of rough passion. However, Charley blamed the preppy girls who spread rumors about her for not getting laid more often.

She knew the preppy group of bitches had only ever been jealous of her, but it was no excuse to act so toxic to her. Charley concentrated harder on making at least one of them suffer, but soon found herself feeling powerless, and a bit embarrassed. She sighed, exasperated, and lowered her arms, defeated. She started to stress herself out because she wanted so badly to use magic to get back at them, but nothing seemed to work out. She tried every spell suggested to her from the paperback spellbook, but ended up cursing the name of it’s author: ‘Raven Autumnspirit’.

She kept thinking there had to be something she could do, something proven to work, something she could perform by herself and with the materials she had. Her self-caused stress was beginning to give her a headache, so she left everything on the floor where it sat, and went back into her living room. This room was at least more furnished than the ritual room. There was a big, comfy chair where she liked to sit and look at her notebook laptop. A small television with a dvd player, and a few decent channels sat inside a small, wooden entertainment center. Finally, a small, attached kitchen completed the apartment, providing the essentials like a stove, refrigerator, and sink.

She grabbed a painkiller from the bathroom, and turned on the faucet to pour herself a glass of water. Once she took her pill, she sat down in her reclining chair to look up some of the witchcraft forums on her laptop. She was a member of several online groups, and even gained a spot as admin on a few. She opened several tabs on her web browser, with each one displaying a different group. Charley was determined to find out if there was an effective spell she could perform that would get her retribution.

She searched for over an hour, and was discouraged by the fact everyone insisted that it would be wrong to use magic to get revenge on others, nor did they even know of any spell or ritual that could accomplish that. Charley stressed herself out again, conflicted by her obligations as a witch to only do good, yet driven to get back at those that had just spread rumors around the school that she now had a bunch of STDs. As she continued to look through the message boards, she saw something a bit peculiar in one discussion about what to do with naysayers. There was a post from a user she didn’t know, but was quickly removed from the group after making the post. It was hidden to everyone else, but as Charley was admin in this particular group, she could still read it.

The author of the post mentioned there was a way to grant your desire, despite whether it was good or bad, and provided a link to go with it. Out of curiosity, and a bit of desperation, she followed the link. There was a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach as she clicked the link, and saw the next page turn black. She looked at the address in the web bar, but it didn’t look like any web address she’d ever seen before, just a jumble of characters that made no sense. On the page were several evil-looking symbols, and some text over it which seemed to describe a different kind of spell.

As she read the spell, she understood why the person who posted it was banned. The spell called for the aid of a demon, and was clearly the work of evil spirits. Charley was a bit scared, but continued to read it to herself. What she found odd was that the ritual called for materials she already had, and the invocation seemed rather easy and straightforward. It even assured the reader that the spirit would retreat back to where it came from once their desire had been fulfilled.

Charley could feel deep within herself that this wasn’t something she should take lightly, and questioned whether she was strong enough to control the ritual. ‘And why couldn’t I control a ritual like this? I’ve performed tons of rituals. This shouldn’t be any different.’ She thought to herself. Feeling assured, and confident that justice would finally be her’s, she returned to the empty room, bringing her laptop with her so she could set up the ritual arrangement. It called for a pentagram drawn with black salt, candles in each corner of the room, and a dagger to be kept nearby. All of which she did, and arranged it exactly as instructed.

There was a small flutter of excitement in Charley’s heart as she prepared to begin, and wondered what would happen to that toxic group of sluts. Whatever resulted from this, she was sure they deserved it, so she began. Charley had memorized the rest of the ritual, so she put her laptop away. The first thing she would have to do was become fully skyclad, which meant she had to become completely nude. She unfastened her green robe, and let it fall to her ankles, and looked down at herself.

Her pale, pink flesh became gently illuminated by the flickering flames of the candles, and made her feel slightly aroused just to see herself like this. Her large breasts looked firm and youthful, making her want to grab her boobs as she did sometimes, just because she could. Her womanhood was already cleanly shaven, as she did everyday, just in case occasion should ever suddenly come up. She ran her fingers through her hair quickly, and felt it fall over her back, and the tips tickled the tops of her breasts. She kneeled down to sit on her knees in front of the black salt pentagram.

Next, she had to speak an invocation to get the attention of the mischievous spirits, who would help her get what she wanted. She placed her hands above the black symbol on the carpet, and leaned in closer to whisper the words into the circle.

Suscipiam illud de manu mea. Tollite me, et da mihi.” she uttered in low, monotonous tone.

Just as the words left her lips, something happened that Charley had never seen before: the symbol on the floor gave the faintest red glow, and a low tone seemed to reverberate from it, then faded. Charley’s green eyes widened, and she moved away from it, surprised. ‘Did that really just happen? It’s dark in here, maybe the light from the candles are just playing tricks on my eyes?’ she thought to herself. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to keep going, but took a moment to compose herself, and remember this was what she wanted. There was only one more thing left to do.

The last part of the ritual was to use the dagger to give the spirits some kind of ‘offering’. Not only would this let the spirits know what you wanted to accomplish, but would also summon an appropriate spirit who could make it happen. Charley hadn’t thought this far ahead yet, but she considered what it was she wanted. The preppy sluts at school had been spreading rumors about her, and that had kept Charley from having a normal sex life, so maybe something to curse their sex lives? That seemed appropriate, but what could Charley offer to appease that particular spirit?

She thought long and hard about what she had to give, and what that spirit may want. Nothing easy came to mind, and nothing she had seemed good enough. ‘A sex demon…. It probably wants something sexual. But what?’ she thought. She had an idea, but it seemed a little farfetched to work. ‘I’ve come this far, it would be wrong for me to go back on it now.’ she finally thought.

Charley changed positions, with her knees in front of her, and resting her butt just outside of the border of the circle, her feet sitting on either side. Her legs were now spread open, and her shaved slit began to part, feeling the cool air in the room. Charley already knew, from lots of personal experience, that she was a squirter when she was stimulated enough, so that would be her offering. The ritual specified that the dagger was to be the tool required to give the offering to the circle, and that gave Charley a devious idea. As she inspected the dagger she had, she noticed the pommel was rounded and smooth, with a handle she thought was rather ‘knobby’.

The ritual doesn’t specify how the dagger is supposed to be used, only that it is used during the offering. Holding the dagger by the cross-guard, she laid down on her back, and touched the cold pommel to her small pleasure nub. It made her legs jerk a little, but she moved it further down to her slit,  already starting to feel herself become moist. It had been a few days since she last masturbated, so she became excited rather quickly. The stubby handle brushed up and down her clit as the pommel massaged her labia, and made her gasp quietly.

Within a few seconds of rubbing, her honey was already beginning to coat the pommel, letting it slide up and down her opening. She could feel her body starting to become warmer, and tiny shocks streamed from her pelvis all the way up her body. Something about doing this for a ritual was turning her on, strangely enough. She reached up and groped her own breast with her free hand, massaging it, and pinched her nipple just the way she liked it. She felt her sex throb from that pinch, and needed something inside her.

She held the dagger at a different angle, with the blade pointing out, and the pommel at her opening like a toy, ready to penetrate her. She let go of her breast, and used her fingers to spread her puffing lips apart, rubbing the tip of the brass knob over it, lubing it with her juices. Her desire and lust overtook her mind, and she slowly pushed the blade handle inside her. The cold metal teased her hot insides, with the size of the pommel larger than the head of any dick or toy she’d taken inside her before. It was a torturous pleasure she’d never experienced before, but she found it strangely satisfying.

She let out a quiet moan as she pushed it further and further inside her. She enjoyed the way the stubby handle felt as it rubbed past her labia. Soon, the entire handle was inside her. She kept it there a few moments, letting herself stretch around it’s size. Enjoying the feeling of something a bit bigger inside her, she almost forgot why she was using it to masturbate in the first place.

Slowly, she pulled it out a bit, then all the way inside her again. She moved it into her hot folds, feeling her honey coating it, and helping it slide into her easier and easier. Her hand picked up speed, moving faster and faster towards a steady pace that made her feel good. She knew that if she was going to make this happen, she needed to build up to a strong orgasm, so she thrusted it harder into herself, hitting her g-spot better and better. She let out louder moans as the intensity increased. Her breasts sat flat on her chest, and bounced with each thrust, and jiggled back into place. She loved that feeling on her chest when she had something thrusting hard into her.

Charley was starting to feel her sex building quickly, and she was eager to have her desire fulfilled, as well as her lust to be satisfied. She pumped the dagger handle into her faster and faster, while she roughly rubbed her clitoris with her other hand. Her moans grew long and loud, and she began to lift her butt off the ground. Just as she was about to reach climax, she focused her desire on making those bitches miserable. Her body clenched up, and a high-pitched squeal left her lips as she felt like she was exploding.

“Oh, FUCK!!” she yelled out as the dagger handle was practically forced out by the torrential stream of her love juices.

Charley continued to rub the entire top half of her swollen pussy, trying to get the most out of this incredible orgasm she wanted so badly. Her arm quickly grew worn out, and she could handle no more, so she stopped, and let her body rest on the ground once more. She laid there on the carpet, her chest heaving with heavy breaths as she recovered, and came down from her high. Remembering how the circle reacted to the incantation, she leaned up to see if anything had changed. Much of the black salt was definitely moistened by her love juices, along with some of it staining the carpet, but nothing had changed.

She groaned, and laid back down for a moment in disappointment. It was looking like her eyes were playing tricks on her before, after all. A moment later, she got up, and walked out of the room, and into her bathroom to clean off the dagger she’d used. Her insides were a bit sore from having something big and metal in her, but it did create some illusion of having had a night of rough sex. She wondered if, perhaps, she had just discovered a new kink he didn’t know she liked.

Remembering that there were still some candles burning in the room, she immediately went back in to blow them out. As she rounded the corner and entered the room, something grabbed her, and pulled her inside. It happened so suddenly, she didn’t even know what it was that had grabbed her. She screamed, but something quickly muffled her voice. She felt her body become suspended, like something was lifting her, but not by a person. She tried to struggle, but couldn’t escape from her captor.

She looked in horror as the culprit of her capture was a series of red, vine-like appendages that had wrapped around her arms, legs, and the center of her body. Her voice had been muffled by another one that had spread out over her mouth. The way the appendages held her, she was unable to break free, but they didn’t seem to try and cause her harm. She was being brought deeper into the room where she saw where her captor came from. The black salt symbol was now glowing bright red, and the long appendages had emerged from inside it, like a portal had been opened.

Charley watched on as she saw more tentacle-like appendages emerge from inside the circle. She couldn’t believe that the ritual had worked, and she had actually summoned this creature, but she was worried about whether it was here to help her, or harm her. As more tentacles rose out from the portal, she noticed these were different from the one’s that had bound her. Rather than resembling some kind of vine, these were a bit veiny, and had a larger knob on the end, almost phallic. Not only that, but they seemed to excrete some thin, clear slime from the ends.

The phallic tentacles came closer to her, hovering over her naked body, inspecting her. Charley squirmed, still trying to escape, and not have any of that slime drip onto her skin. She feared for her life, unsure what it was going to do to her, or why. Still unable to escape, the tentacles touched her chest, and rubbed their ends over her neck, breasts, and nipples. Charley jerked and let out a muffled yell of revulsion as the slime got all over her, yet, it glistened like she had been rubbed with baby oil.

Confused, she didn’t understand what it was doing, and then she felt it. She could feel it being absorbed by her skin, and sensed a burning sensation all over her torso. Her breasts were becoming extra warm, and a tingling sensation stimulated her nipples. She was burning up, but it also made her feel strangely aroused. Two tentacles were now coiling around her breasts, and moved curiously, squeezing and sliding over her swelling breasts. Charley’s large mounds had become much more sensitive as she realized the tentacles were groping her breasts, trying to please them. Worst of all, Charley was beginning to like it.

She started to squirm again, but this time, she reacted to how good she felt. She started to moan, but it was still muffled by her gag. She was reeling from the mixed feelings of horror, revulsion, and ecstasy she was feeling from these tentacles. A part of her was coming out that wanted to enjoy this, but they still left much to be desired. As if able to read her mind, her legs were being spread open, and held apart. There was more of the gel being smeared onto her pelvis now, as well as her inner thighs. Then she jumped as she felt it slide right down her womanhood, from her clitoris to her asshole.

She was worried to find out what would happen next, but as her skin absorbed it, she felt an insurmountable wave of desire and lust. Her body suddenly ached to be fucked, and her honey was already starting to flow. She felt herself become an insatiable beast in heat, and wanted something inside her: a cock, a dildo, the dagger handle, didn’t matter what, but she needed something quickly. The tentacle creature released the appendage gagging her, but kept the rest of her bound in submission. She was able to scream again, if she wanted to, but didn’t.

“Please. Fuck me right now! I need it! Please, put it in me.” she begged and pleaded.

It seemed to hear her pleas, and one of the knobbed tentacles started to hover around her wanting pussy. The anticipation was almost too much for Charley as her tits were teased mercilessly. She kept her eyes locked on that tentacle, not fighting her restraints any longer, and moaned loudly as she felt it touch her opening, and entered her. Charley flung her head back as she felt the blissfully perfect phallus inside her. It filled her to her limits, and it’s secretions sent her into fits of lust.

It started moving inside her, with the large knob sliding out just to her opening, and then as deep inside her as it could reach. It was already thrusting into her with the pace of a sex-crazed fiend. The secretions had worked as a good lube, letting it fuck her without any resistance. Charley let her head fall back, and let out a loud moan with each thrust. She could have easily been heard by any of her neighbors, but any of them would likely think she simply had an enthusiastic lover that night.

Charley’s body moved back and forth, swinging into her tentacled lover as it ravaged her. Her body was still sensitive from her last orgasm, which made every sliding movement inside her send small shockwaves through her body. She could feel an orgasm approaching already, and was already starting to pull on the limbs, wanting to clench her legs closed, the way she always did when she was about to cum. It was no use, the tentacles had a firm hold on her, and she would have to suffer the sweet agony of a climax, unhindered. She felt herself ready to explode, with white lights beginning to form in front of her eyes.

“Oh, fuck! I’m gonna fucking cum! I’m… gonna–!” she let out hastily.

Her chest clenched up, and her vocal chords tensed so her mouth could only let out a silent scream. Charley exhaled audibly as she felt a hot rush run through her cervix, and past the knobbed phallus. A wave of endorphins ran through her, and turned her mind into jelly. Surprisingly, the tentacled creature continued to ravage her sex, despite the orgasm. As if it hadn’t even noticed. For a few moments, Charley had gone completely numb to her fornicator.

As she came back from the orgasm high, her breaths were heavy and audible again. She looked down at herself, and watched, in bittersweet torture, the veiny appendage that was clearly not satisfied with her yet. Her large mounds were already swollen and red from her climax, and still bounced forward and back, dancing on her chest in a way her lovers always found alluring. Charley started to feel weak, her will to resist the creature had all but dissipated. She was already starting to feel the fatigue that came with multiple orgasms.

She began to drift towards blacking out, her mind emptied of all conscious thought, when a new sensation overtook her. A jolt ran through her nerves as something started to massage her hard nub. Another tentacle was rubbing itself against her clitoris, bringing her back to focus, and made her release another high-pitched moan. She spasmed uncontrollably from the sensory overload attacking her, already, extremely sensitive body. Charley could only let out long bellows of excitement as she was brought closer to her third orgasm.

She could feel this one would be the strongest, and almost wanted to cry, not sure if she could withstand it. She flailed her legs wildly, trying to escape, but it was no use. She could feel the walls of her cunt starting to tighten around the huge member. Her eyes started to roll towards the back of her head, and she used the last of her strength to orgasm once more, releasing a stream of her hot love juices, shooting past the tentacled prick. This time, the tentacled creature seemed to slow down, and ceased it’s copulation.

Too late, Charley was already beginning to drift into darkness, losing consciousness as her ravaging ended. She was lowered onto the ground, only able to breathe as the knobbed tentacle withdrew from her. Charley only managed to remain conscious long enough to see some kind of white energy being withdrawn from inside her as well. Her restraints were released, and every appendage returned to the glowing red symbol on the floor, dissolving inside it. As the creature disappeared entirely, along with the white energy, the glow faded.

Charley laid on the floor, used, exhausted, and only barely able to breathe. Her soulless body would remain in a constant state of sexual satisfaction she would never come down from. She would never know anything else, and she would never be restored. She had paid the price for tempting a demon of lust.

Truth or Dare

In this week’s Erotic Bite, we meet a young man who was unlucky enough to be left out of a sexual adventure. That is, until a MILF bombshell helps him get back at those who snubbed him. Enjoy!

The pressure was on as the young woman glanced at the people around her, trying to decide who was going to be next. Her choices came down to either one of the three young men who sat in front of her, or her blonde friend who sat next to her. Two of the men who sat before her were brunettes, while the other had short, raven hair. All three of them had athletic builds, although one of the brunettes seemed more muscular than the other two. She knew she wanted to pick one of them, but which one?

The five of them sat in a circle in the middle of a girl’s bedroom, in what they all regarded to be a really nice house. It belonged to Chelsea, or rather, her mother. She was currently the one trying to decide who to pick.

“Brandon, truth or dare?” she said, pointing to the brunette man with the larger build.

With a cheeky smile, the young man replied, “Dare.”

The whole group chuckled, not surprised by his choice. This game had been playing out for a while now, and for a group of college students with nothing else to do, the game had grown rather sexual very quickly. Everyone had already been dared right down to their underwear, and they didn’t seem ready to stop the game anytime soon. Chelsea and her friend were already dared out of their bras, and used their arms to cover their chests. The young woman with bottle-blonde hair gave a mischievous smile, and made her decision, “I dare you to remove your boxers, now.”

Her demand was first met by a growing ‘oooOO’ from the rest of the group, as Brandon was the first one to be dared into full nudity. Without any hesitation, he stood up from his spot on the floor, dropped trou, and held his arms up as if to reveal himself to the world. The girls laughed as they saw his semi-erect member flop out, while his friends averted their gaze, embarrassed. He seemed rather proud of his dick size, and didn’t mind showing it off either. Satisfied, he sat back down again, and everyone looked to Kaycee, the pretty girl with dirty-blonde hair, as it was now her turn.

Spending almost no time considering who to choose, she looked straight at the other brunette man, saying, “Jared, truth or dare?”

Looking a bit nervous, and a hint of a blush on his face, he hesitated a few moments, not sure what to say. But he gave in to the pressure, “Dare,” he replied.

No one was surprised when Kaycee pointed straight to his boxers, and with an interested smile, said, “Off with them.”

Unlike Brandon, Jared was a bit more conservative. Rather than standing and making it into a spectacle, the bashful brunette rolled onto his back, slipped his boxers past his waist, and rolled back up into a seated position, moving the fabric down his legs, and off. He was now just as naked as his friend sitting next to him. As a joke, Brandon grabbed Jared’s boxers from him, and tossed them onto Chelsea’s bed, landing on her bright blue comforter. Jared was about to get up to retrieve it, but rolled his eyes as his friend chuckled beside him.

“Ok, it’s your turn,” Chelsea proclaimed, looking at Brandon. It wasn’t hard to see her eyes looking up and down his bare body. Plus, the way she would quickly glance at his groin when she thought no one was looking. She was terrible when it came to discretion.

Brandon was plainly having a difficult time making a decision on his next move. He wanted to make a strategic play that would work in his favour, and preferably, towards a sexual favour. It was a wonder he was able to use any sort of strategy, whatsoever, with so much blood gathering in places other than his brain. Still, the obvious choice was for him dare one of the young women to remove their panties, and let the pieces fall where they may. The group awaited his next move with anticipation.

“Chelsea, truth or dare?” he asked. You could almost see a tiny throb between his legs when he directed his question towards her.

Having come this far in the game, the blonde girl knew she could either take the dare, and be just as naked as them, or try to delay it by saying ‘truth’. But by doing so, she’d just be wimping out on a game that was her idea in the first place. She wasn’t about to punk out of the game, and she had other intentions once they were all naked anyway. She shifted in her seat, her breasts pressed up as she struggled to conceal them with her arm. With a bold look, she replied, “Dare.”

Kaycee gave her friend a look of disbelief, her mouth agape. Brandon gave the slyest smiled you’d ever seen, and went for the throat with his next dare, “I dare you and Kaycee to strip down and shower together.”

The whole group looked at him wide-eyed and fell silent. Up until now, this was just a friendly game that had turned into a peep show for them. But now, it had grown into what was possibly about to become a soft-core porno. Brandon raised his eyebrows at them, seeing if they would take his challenge or not.

Chelsea started first, “You can’t dare two people at once, just me. That’s against–”

“I’m in,” Kaycee interrupted.

Kaycee’s statement was met with another rise from the guys, and an astounded look from her friend. It was certainly not the reaction anyone was expecting from such a modest girl.

“See?” Brandon interjected, “Kaycee’s willing, so what’s it gonna be?”

Chelsea looked back towards Kaycee, and both of them began blushing and smiling at each other. They made small gestures with their faces, like small nods and moved their lips as if they wanted to say something. Their subtle form of communication seemed to concur to follow through with the dare. The two ladies got up, kept their chests covered, and sauntered into the adjoining bathroom. The guys watched with bated breath as there was only silence for a few moments, then the sound of the shower turning on.

All three guys got up, and wanted to see inside, as the bathroom door had been left open. They couldn’t see the shower directly, but the large mirror was visible, so they angled their heads to see the shower in it’s reflection. As promised, the two blonde women were clearly naked, in the shower together, and even went so far as to lather each other, making naughty noises as their hands ran over their bodies. The guys watched their peep show, making breathy chuckles, and kept their hands on their crotches, making sure their growing hard-ons didn’t touch each other. There seemed to be some giggling and whispers in the bathroom as the spectacle went on.

“Oh, Brandon,” Chelsea spoke with a raised sing-songy voice, trying to speak over the small roar of running water, “I dare you to come in here and join me.”

The two other men looked at Brandon, marvelled, and patted him on the shoulder, encouraging him to go in. Just as he did, Kaycee spoke up as well.

“Hey, Jared? I dare you to join me as well.”

With that, the modest young man with the dark hair got up, and eagerly made his way into the bathroom. Thinking he would be called in next, Justin waited patiently for one of the ladies to call him in. He imagined the wild orgy that would likely take place in the large shower Chelsea had. He’d never had any experience as wild as this before, and his heart was nearly about to beat out of his chest. All he had to do was wait for his invitation to join in on the fun.

He waited and waited, for several minutes, hearing nothing but small moans, kissing noises, and giggles. Justin was sure his moment would arrive any second now. As the anticipation built up further, he heard one of the girls let out a shudder, then a moan. Justin angled his head to see the mirror again, but it was already starting to fog up. All the same, he could tell Chelsea was the one moaning, and she and Brandon had begun having sex. Only moments later, Kaycee and Jared followed suit.

With all four of them in the shower, touching each other’s bodies, pleasuring each other, giving in to their desires, it was looking less and less as if Justin was ever going to be invited in to join the party. He had been left behind, still in his boxers, and beginning to feel rather hurt, and depressed. He considered leaving, but wanted to hold out for hope, thinking his friends would realise that he was still there. Every passing moment was beginning to feel more and more insulting. He decided to just sit back down, and waited for the awkward moment when they would come out, and see him still waiting there.

“Who are you?” a woman spoke from behind him. Justin turned around to see an older woman standing in the doorway of Chelsea’s bedroom, wearing a fitted black dress with lace over the shoulders. Justin recognised the blonde woman as Chelsea’s mother, from the few odd occasions she picked Chelsea up from her classes. She was a bottle blonde, just like her daughter, but had a bigger rack, and rocked a milf body to match. She was a bombshell of a woman.

Still, she had caught Justin in her daughter’s room, and he didn’t have any decent excuses as to why he was there alone, wearing only his boxers.

“I’m Justin, I’m… I’m a friend of Chelsea’s… from school,” he uttered, not having any other good responses to give. His stomach sank, and he felt a very real threat of being marked as some kind of pervert. The fact his dick was already hard didn’t help his case either. There was a moment of silence, coupled with an appalled look from Chelsea’s mother.

“Where is Chelsea?” she asked. Before Justin could muster the words to reply, a sudden, resonating moan from her daughter erupted from the adjacent bathroom. Chelsea’s mother opened her mouth, shocked, and understandably so.

She turned her attention back to the brunette pervert sitting on the floor, “Who’s in there with her?”

Justin thought it odd, at first, that Chelsea didn’t hear her mother’s voice over the sound of running water, but felt obligated to answer her honestly, “Brandon… and Kaycee, and Jared.” His response was nervous, and he feared what she might say next. Things weren’t looking good for him, or for his friends. She looked back towards the open door leading into the bathroom, and seemed ready to rain on the party.

“Every fucking time I leave her at home, she thinks it’s ok to pull some shit like this?” she proclaimed. Justin couldn’t help but wonder how often this happened in the past. Chelsea’s mom stepped forward, ready to barge into the bathroom.

“She thinks she can just have an orgy while I’m gone and–” she stopped abruptly, and cut off her own sentence, standing in the middle of the room. She turned to Justin again, and it finally occurred to her, “Hold on, did they just leave you out here?”

Justin nodded, reminded of how bad he felt prior to her coming into the room. The middle-aged blonde sighed, exasperated, and crossed her arms. More moaning could be heard from the shower, and it sounded like it was becoming a bit more hardcore in there. Justin could see the the blonde bombshell’s face start to turn red as she listened to her daughter getting pounded by a jock. It seemed she’d had enough, and was ready to take action.

“Get up,” she demanded of him, “What’s your name?”

“J-Justin,” he stammered.

She grabbed his forearm, about to lead him out of the room. “Wait,” she stalled, “First, take off your boxers. Leave them on the floor for them to find after they’re done.”

Shocked, Justin did as he was told, and removed them. He made sure to drop them on the same spot of the floor where he’d been sitting. He suspected she had some other, more devious, plan to punish her daughter, but had no idea what it entailed. He felt a bit awkward, being naked in front of Chelsea’s mother, but noticed that she stared at his hard member for a few moments. She seemed to make a quick smirk as she raised an eyebrow, then led him out of the room, clutching his arm like an angry mother.

“Little slut thinks she can fuck any guy she wants while I’m gone? No! I’m tired of her shit! This is my fucking house!” she rambled on while towing Justin behind her.

The brunette man was feeling very anxious, and kept looking around, wondering where they were going, and if anyone else could see him. She was leading him down some long hallways, and entered a room. Justin was taken aback by how nice the room was furnished, but that thought ceased when the blonde mother closed the door behind them. On the other end of the room was a large, king-sized bed with a dark, wooden frame. Justin found himself now standing in the middle of what must have been the blonde woman’s bedroom, with her staring him down.

“I– I’m not sure what’s going on,” he stammered.

“What’s going on,” she began, her arms crossed, and her eyes looking up and down his bare body, “is I work all day, dealing with bullshit from my clients, only to come home and deal with bullshit from my daughter. And she thinks she can just live off my success, and fuck any guy she wants?” she slowly stepped towards him, “No, I have needs too. And since you were so rudely left out, we’re both going to give that bitch what’s coming to her.”

Justin’s stomach dropped again, “I-I don’t… What’s happening here?” he could barely formulate his words correctly.

Chelsea’s mom tilted her head down slightly, and raised her eyebrows at him. She had a look that wondered if Justin was naive, or just stupid, “Did you honestly think I would catch you, and you would just walk out of here without doing something for me? You’re lucky I didn’t throw you out, just as you are now.”

He looked down at himself, nothing but his hands to cover himself. He looked back up at the blonde goddess again, fearful of her wrath, but eager to make her happy. He watched as she approached him, her tall stature placed her only a couple inches taller than Justin, but he was already below average height. She stopped just in front of him, and looked up and down his body. Her perfume was already invading his nostrils, and he felt her body heat against his skin. Her very presence made it difficult to keep his true desires hidden in his hands. Justin blushed, his skin began to turn a slight shade of pink as he was too nervous to do or say anything to this woman he’d fantasised about on several occasions.

She giggled as her eyes came back up to his. She may have been pissed at her daughter, but she was liking what she saw, and took the opportunity to send a message to her daughter about bringing people over just to have a fuck. She always had to keep herself so composed while she was at her own company, it was nice to be able to let go, and say what she really wanted. She had this virile, young man within her control, and kitty wanted to play.

“Unzip me.” she commanded him, her voice was low and domineering, but seductive.

Justin blushed a deeper red, and he hesitated for a moment before he removed his hands from his hardened member, and reached around her, searching her back for the little tab. Just as he found it, he pulled it down as his goddess had instructed him. As it stopped at the small of her back, she had already slipped her shoulders out, and a pair of huge knockers stared Justin in the face, covered only by a black and blue bra. There was a sudden tightening feeling in Justin’s prick, like it had just engorged to its physical limit.

The blonde giggled and bit her lip, “Do you like them?”

Justin nodded, not sure if he was supposed to do something, or nothing.

She smiled at his nervous expression, then spoke, “Well, touch them! I’m not gonna do all the work myself.”

Feeling flustered, he quickly brought his hands up to her chest, and cupped one in each hand. He was in disbelief for a moment before he slowly groped them. His breathing was anxious, but tried hard to stay cool about it. Gradually, he applied more pressure, making sure not to be rough, or too unnecessarily gentle.

“Good boy,” the blonde encouraged. She shimmied herself out of the black dress, letting it fall to her ankles. She kept smiling at him as she reached behind her back to undo her bra. The young man could hardly believe this was happening as the cups came off, slipping open into his hands. She took it from him, tossing it aside, and made sure Justin got a good look at her.

She was the full package of great body, awesome tits, and the persona of a vixen. Justin took her breasts in his hands again, savouring their feel in his hands. He was surprised to find they were too big for just one hand to hold, but didn’t stop him from trying. She held him by the back of the head, and pulled his face straight into her chest, trying to embolden him into putting in more effort. Justin began to feel like he wasn’t performing up to par, but remembered how bad he felt sitting in that room alone, dejected.

If he was going to get back at them, he needed to act like it. His attitude changed, and he no longer wanted to hold back, despite the fact this was Chelsea’s mom. He placed a hand at the small of her back, and pulled her into his body as he groped her breast. Her eyes widened, and her expression became more enticed.

“Well, it’s about time,” she purred. Reaching down, she found his prick and stroked him gently. Her breathing became excited, and Justin could tell she was starting to get hot. Her nipple quickly grew hard under his palm, and he took it between his fingers. As soon as he gave it a little squeeze, she tilted her head back and moaned. Her grip on his cock tightened, and stroked him faster. She grabbed onto his shoulder, and gripped tightly, digging her nails into his skin. Justin released her hardened nipple, and she let out a shudder, allowing her body to calm.

“Lay down on the bed,” he instructed the blonde woman. He had something in mind just for her. A woman in need of gratification as much as her, he thought, deserved special treatment.

She hesitated, not used to having someone else tell her what to do, but she was also intrigued by his candour. She walked past him, her eyes staying on his, and stepped to the side of the bed, scooting her butt against the faux-fur blanket until she laid in the centre. He followed her onto the bed, and sat on his knees with his feet hanging off the edge. His hands ran up her thighs, and his head looked up her body.

“I just realised, I don’t know your name,” he admitted, his hands creeping along her thighs, towards the bands of her matching black and blue panties, “You’ve always just been ‘Chelsea’s mom’ to me and the other guys.”

Her eyes kept locked on his while she gave a playful smile. There was this vibe about her that made Justin think that fact was actually cute to her. He worried admitting that might have offended her, but they were both past the point of over-familiarity now.

“Call me Yvonne,” she responded, sounding almost a little flattered by his request. There was a brief moment between them when the blackmail and punishment had dissolved, and the two of them now seemed motivated by their desire to have each other.

“Ok, Yvonne,” he spoke slowly. His fingers slipped around the sides of her panties’ waistband, and slowly pulled on them. Yvonne raised her butt off the bed to let it slide past her cheeks, then raised her legs pointing straight up to let Justin move them past her knees, and out past her ankles. All the while, giving Justin a hint as to how flexible her legs could be. As he tossed the panties aside, he took the back of her calves in each hand, moving them apart, spreading her legs. His eyes immediately fell upon her mound, and his prick throbbed with excitement.

He could barely keep in his lust as her thighs parted, and her labia broaden out to unveil her honey pot. Every part of Justin’s being wanted to plunge his cock deep into her opening, but he held back, knowing he had to savour this. Yvonne’s eyes watched his face as he lowered his head, and the lower part of his face disappeared between her thighs. He playfully kissed her perfectly bare mound, causing her chest to heave in surprise, and a small gasp to leave her lips. The scent of her sex was already driving Justin crazy, provoking him to devour her pussy. Keeping his hands on her inner thighs, he extended his tongue, and licked her opening, from the bottom, up to her clitoris, tasting her.

Yvonne’s thighs shook at the feeling of his tongue, followed by another gasp, and that was all that was needed to inspire Justin to do more. He licked her again and again, moving the tip of his tongue side to side, up and down, moving part-ways inside her slit, and tracing circles around her tiny pleasure nub. He licked up her honey as he felt her labia growing hotter against his lips. Yvonne moaned like a woman who had been without satisfaction for so long. Justin looked up and watched her grope her own breasts as she enjoyed the special treatment.

Yvonne’s moans grew, more and more as her chest began to heave. Justin could feel her thighs slowly starting to move together, beginning to trap his face in her snatch. He knew she was getting close to climax, and held her thighs down as best he could until he was finished. He felt her hands clutch the hair on the back of his head, and pulled his face deeper into her. Justin thought he would drown in her honey, but he persisted, focusing his tongue movements on her clit. There was a moment of bracing from Yvonne’s body, and then an explosion of spasming muscles. She let out a long moan of ecstasy, which Justin couldn’t hear, as her thighs were squeezing the sides of his head.

Unable to take any more, she forced Justin’s face out of her lap, and breathed heavily as she came down from her much needed endorphin high. Justin sat back and observed her, catching his breath, and smiling at how satisfied the buxom blonde looked. His cock ached as it was desperate to have a turn in her snatch, he reached down and gave himself a couple strokes as he watched her tits rise and lower when she breathed. He couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to be inside her. Justin climbed over her body, positioning his waist between her legs, his eyes looking down, and locking with her hazel eyes.

She looked back up at him, ready and willing to have him, but her demeanour changed, and a playful and devious look surprised Justin. She placed her hand on his shoulder, and shoved him onto the bed next to her. She kept him on his back as she rolled over on top of him, and giggled. She was ready to return the favour. Yvonne straddled his waist, and rubbed her puffy slit along his shaft, biting her lip as she watched his face. Justin had a look of torture as he watched his cock, already about to burst, getting rubbed on by the pussy of a goddess, instead of penetrating her. His eyes nearly welled up when she finally showed him mercy.

Raising her hips up, she giggled and lowered her torso onto his, letting her large mounds rest on his chest, and her lips lock with his. Justin returned the kiss, and felt a hand grab his member, and then the hot, moist feeling of her slit wrapping around the head of his dick. She moaned into his lips as she lowered herself onto him, taking every inch of his prick inside her. After being on edge for so long, it only took a few slight movements to make the young, brunette man unload inside her. He grunted, wrapping his arms around Yvonne’s back, and thrust his hips up as he came.

Oddly enough, Yvonne either didn’t seem to notice, or just didn’t care. She continued to roll her hips back and forth, feeling his rod slide in and out of her. Justin moaned with her, feeling an immediate sensory overload from his groin. His body spasmed as her folds clenched around his shaft. She felt hot all around him, her insides were like silk. Incredibly enough, Justin was able to keep himself hard, despite his premature ejaculation. He reached forward and grasped her thighs as he braced each shock wave of pleasure.

His touch only encouraged Yvonne to keep going. She began raising her hips up and down over his lap, bouncing on his cock. Her ass slapped against his hips harder and harder as she rode him, her moaning came out in short bursts that made her seem determined, and domineering. Her breasts swayed and bounced right over Justin’s face, dancing for him, hypnotising him. He couldn’t resist reaching back up and grabbing them, just to grope them some more. He already came inside her, and miraculously, managed to stay hard to this point. She was his goddess, and he would not squander this opportunity to bring her to climax.

Yvonne changed her movements again, going back to grinding back and forth in his lap. Her head fell backward as she leaned away, supporting herself with her hands on the bed. She appeared to be enjoying herself, and let herself slow down, while keeping a good pace. Looking up at her, the young man watched as her body shimmered from a thin layer of sweat. The hot scent of their bodies was already filling the room, like they had been long-time lovers. In the midst of her hips sliding her puffy folds against his member, and the long moans that escaped her lips, she managed to speak.

“God, your cock feels so good! I haven’t had one this good in a long time,” she spoke, never stopping.

Her words emboldened him, and he managed to get his second wind, finally. He was already sweating as well, but no longer had to focus just to stay hard for her. With renewed spirit, he decided to change things up. Justin leaned up, grabbing the bottoms of her thighs, and lifting them up, tilting her backwards onto the bed, putting Yvonne on her back. Keeping her thighs on his waist, Justin leaned forward over her, in a kind of pile-driving position. Yvonne’s eyes widened in a nervous shock. She barely managed to speak out when he started moving hard and deep into her, interrupting her with each thrust.

“Easy there, ti– Oh, my gawd, that– Oh, Fuck! Aaahh…” she could only moan loudly after that. Justin could feel the head of his cock hitting something in the back of her pussy that made her cry out, and her legs kick up every time he pushed in deep. He made for her g-spot with every thrust, holding her thighs where they were on his waist, and keeping his goddess under his control. Yvonne was a woman who was always in control, but it seemed like relinquishing it to Justin turned her on even more.

In less than a minute, her soaking pussy began to tighten around him. He could feel her folds stretching as he moved into her. Her body became hot, and it was clear she was approaching another climax. She cried out louder, and kept her eyes locked on his as Justin moved faster and faster. He felt his own orgasm approaching as well, and pounded his cock into her, hoping to make her cum with him. Only, too late, he had already begun to cum inside her again. His face changed, and he grunted loudly as he released into her. Seeing Justin cum, Yvonne suddenly arched her back, tilting her head away, her mouth open wide in a silent scream as she climaxed for him, and wrapped her thighs around his waist.

Seconds later, their orgasms had subsided, and Justin collapsed on top of her, struggling to catch his breath after what was the greatest sexual experience of his life. He rested his head on her chest, her breasts making the perfect pillows for him, and rested for a few minutes. Their hips continued to jerk a bit as Justin’s softening cock slowly slid out of Yvonne’s slit, followed by a tiny stream of white fluid. Now that his lust had been sated, a worry crossed the young man’s mind that hadn’t been there before.

“What am I going to tell the others what happened?” he asked.

Yvonne giggled a few seconds before she responded, “You tell them exactly what happened, baby.” They both chuckled for a bit before they found the strength to get up.

A few minutes later, Justin made his way down the halls of the enormous house, looking for Chelsea’s room so he could get dressed again. As he found the right door, and entered, everyone was already out of the shower, towelled off, and back in their underwear. The four of them immediately looked at Justin in surprise.

“Dude, where’d you go? You left your clothes here,” Brandon asked.

Justin couldn’t help but blush a little, “Oh, I was uhh–”

“Why are you wearing my mom’s bathrobe?” Chelsea interrupted, sounding a bit offended.

Justin looked down at himself, seeing the soft, black robe wrapped around his nude body, and tied with a sash. Before he could respond, Yvonne slowly walked past the bedroom doorway, wearing a purple, satin, see-through robe. Her eyes scanned everyone in the room, and smiled, biting her lip as she looked at Justin, then left. Everyone in the room froze in stunned shock as they realised what had happened. Chelsea looked mortified, her eyes wide and her mouth agape. Brandon and Jared looked extremely impressed, and held up their arms, looking to high-five Justin. That day marked the beginning of Justin’s legend, as ‘the guy who banged Chelsea’s mom’.


Be sure to check out the Erotic Bites section for more stories like this one!

On Male Erotica Authors

Over the past week or two, I’ve met some new friends over social media, and met a few more at a local venue over drinks. We had some nice conversations about what we did for work, and what we do for fun. When I revealed(after a few drinks) I write erotica, I’m always met with a weird look. Normally, this doesn’t bother me, I’m used to it. What continues to bother me, however, is the common response everyone seems to agree upon: “You don’t see too many guys writing erotica.”


Yes, I’m well aware of this. You wouldn’t believe how many erotica authors I know on facebook, and how many of them are women with multiple books on display in their cover photo. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with that, at all, I’m just making the point most erotica writers are female. Ever since the release of that god-awful “50 Shades of Grey”, the erotica genre has exploded with even more women wanting to share their fantasies with eager readers. Which is good, and bad, for the erotica genre overall, depending on who you ask.

Now, there’s been this misconception going around saying, ‘women write erotica, men write porn’. The basis for this concept is, as you can imagine, when women write, they do so using emotions, romance, and seduction. Whereas men are more literal, only writing slutty women performing sex acts from start to finish, just as you might see in porn. While this may be true for a lot of erotica writers, it’s the wrong state of mind to have when choosing the next author to read. But the concept doesn’t end there either.

If you enjoy the TV show, “Family Guy”, you probably remember a particular episode where the portly lead character, Peter Griffin, decides he would take up writing erotica, calling it ‘Peterotica’.

“Oh god, you should have seen this one hot chick. She was totally Italian. Or some kind of Spanish…”

I’m well aware it’s just comedy, and I still laugh at it all the same. But you can still see how most people generally view male erotica writers, wondering if they simply tell the same stories they would tell their friends over beers, only putting it on paper instead. With a goal to be taken more seriously, male writers have had to come up with some creative ways to hide their identity, or rather, their gender. Some have taken the route of many literary wonders like J.K. Rowling, and used initials instead of their first name. Others, like John Purcell, have gone so far as to hide behind the pseudonym, Natasha Walker. But he’s not alone either! Many male writers have taken to posing as women, in the hopes their work will attract more readers.

The reason for this? Well, it’s simple demographics! Among the majority of erotica readers, roughly 95% of them are women. This is further broken down by age, where 1/3 of them are over the age of 45, and a close second place at 28% being young adults between the ages of 17-27. To put it in simpler terms, male writers have to be able to market their work to women, so they have to know what women will want to read.

There are a few exceptions to this, and they are pretty extreme exceptions. The first one is erotica written by gay men, about other gay men. If you’re a guy, and you’re not gay, you may have a difficult time marketing your work. Funny enough, even though you would think gay erotica would obviously be marketed for other gay men, it’s actually extremely popular among women, straight or otherwise. I’m not sure why, but I’ve never been one to judge a person’s personal preferences.

The second exception is pure talent. These male writers are able to expertly write from both the male and female perspectives, and appeal to both without turning off the other. This may sound like a skill you ‘either have it or you don’t’, but it’s not. Getting a lot of practice in can help you reach this level, but be sure to take the time to understand the thoughts and desires of men and women alike. I would suggest taking some time to write from different perspectives, and getting some constructive feedback.

I’ve learned a few things, myself, about how to write from a female perspective, but I’ll save that for another post. If you’re a straight man who wants to write erotica, I say you should go for it, and let your sexy imaginations fly. Just know that you’re going to face an uphill battle when it comes to getting people interested in what you write. But if you keep at it, your story quality will improve, and readers will take notice. If you decide to conceal your identity to better your chances of being read, then I wish you luck. But for those of you who choose the path of Mael D’Armor, and never try to be anything other than what you are, I commend you, and wish you all the best on your steep climb.

What Cosmo doesn’t say your man secretly wants

Earlier this week, I was at the grocery store, picking up cat food for Milo(since I forgot to get it when shopping for groceries). Standing in line to check out, I look over at the magazine rack, and I see the usual collection of celebrity gossip magazines, and lifestyle magazines such as Cosmopolitan and Redbook. We’ve all read them, checked out the articles, and read the tips on improving your sex life. In fact, it seems every issue of these magazines now has an article just for sexual improvement. Of these various tips, the most surprising ones are usually along the lines of “Things your man secretly desires”.

I’m not saying the articles are untrue, or not entirely accurate, only that these ‘secret desires’ are… not so secret. Most of the time, the things you’ll read list such desires as: watching porn with him, bringing in another woman for a threesome, wearing sexy lingerie more often, or just to let out your inner slut. These are good tips, they really are, but most guys would openly admit to having these desires. Most of the time, when writing these desires, the author would base that list on their own, personal experience, or on the opinions of some of their guy friends. It’s not a bad resource, but I wanted to find out more. These are the secret desires of men Cosmo won’t tell you about.

When I was working as a ghost writer, writing erotica eBooks on various topics and genres, the first thing I would do is research each of these kinks, and learn why people ‘get into it’. I can tell you right now, most guys are into some pretty crazy stuff(but don’t think women are into any less crazy stuff! I know many of you ladies fantasize about tentacle sex and getting gang-banged). So I decided to find out what most guys are actually secretly desiring in the bedroom, but are too embarrassed to ever admit. To do this, I needed honest answers from guys, without making them feel too self-conscious about their answers. There’s only one place where I could go to get that kind of honesty: the Whisper App.

It took me a few days, and I had to wade through the pile of sarcastic replies to get them all, but I’m happy with my results. I may even turn to using Whisper more often to get answers for questions like these. So, below are the top answers in order of the number of responses. For any ladies reading this, there’s a chance your man might be into one of these kinks, but would never tell you. If you think you’d want to try this with him, you could try suggesting it to him, but gently. For writers, you may even consider using this list as inspiration for your next story.



A few of the guys who responded gave some variation of this response. The spectrum is actually quit large here. On one end, there was a guy who responded there was nothing hotter than having a woman force him to perform oral, or as he put it, ‘forced to eat her V’. On the other end, one responded saying he wanted complete and utter domination from his woman. He wished to relinquish complete control, and wanted to be bound, slapped, beaten, and would even submit to getting pegged by his woman.

Prostate Massage


This may seem rather odd to a lot of you, but it’s got legitimate benefits, and is probably more common than you think. Although many guys responded saying they wanted to perform anal on their woman, others admitted to wanting this done to them. one responded saying he wanted to have a simple prostate massage, while another stated he wanted to have his anus fingered while his woman gave him a blowjob. For most men, an orgasm from prostate massage is quite similar to a clitoral orgasm for women, as far as it’s intensity goes. This is because both men and women have their own G-spot inside them, but while women can stimulate it vaginally, men can only reach it through the back door.



Believe it or not, this particular genre is not new to me. I had to do some serious research into this genre some time ago to write a story for a client. To make the story believable, I needed to understand why some couples go this route. There were quite a few guys who responded saying they wanted to be forced to watch their woman have sex with a better man, and they would be forced to watch. One went into detail, describing how he desperately wanted to feel depraved, and have his woman treat him like shit while being forced to give a blowjob to the bigger man. Couples often go out looking for another man(usually called “Bulls”), often more muscular, and sexually more experienced, than the husband(often called “Cucks”). The reason is because Cucks who watch their wife, or girlfriend, be taken by a Bull is a means of ‘mental bondage’. In this case, it’s the man’s sanity and pride that is tied down, rather than his body.

It’s actually a rather drawn out and elaborate process that often continues on much further than just the sex. Some of the Cucks never rise above their status as the ‘useless husband’, and continue to serve their wives or girlfriends in a desperate attempt to keep their affections. In some rare cases, the Cucks act as surrogate fathers for the Bull’s child. This isn’t to say this kink is completely one-sided. Although it’s extremely rare(rare enough that I’ve never heard of a specific instance), it is possible for the role to be reversed, whereas the husband forces their wife to watch as he has sex with a more attractive woman, while she is verbally degraded as well.

Inviting another man


This had, by far, the greatest number of responses on Whipser. However, the reasons for this varied greatly. One man responded saying he were secretly bi, or bi curious, and wanted to experience what being with another man might be like. A few others said the same, but specified they would also bring in a transexual, or someone who was a cross-dresser.

Yes, there’s virtually no end to the number of guys who wish they could bring in another woman for an ffm threesome, but as the rest of the responders described, there are a great number of guys who want to bring in another man for their girlfriend or wife as well. This may sound a bit like what I said earlier about cuckoldry, but it differs greatly as the boyfriend or husband is able to participate. For many guys, they enjoy the idea of watching their wife with another man to increase their own sexual desire for their wife. What happens in this case, is the boyfriend is filling up with testosterone due to seeing his ‘mate’ with another male, and this triggers a kind of ‘sexual competition’. When he then joins in, or takes his turn after the other man, he’s even more riled up than he would be if he had his woman all to himself. This leads to increased performance, endurance, and satisfaction for all parties involved.

Hopefully, if you have a boyfriend or husband, you have a better idea of what might be going through his mind at times. For men who have these kinds of kinky thoughts, take ease knowing you’re not alone, nor is there anything wrong with you. Many men like to enjoy some of the more taboo things in life, and some like to have a full menu available. Also, rest assured, there’s a lot of women who have similar desires as well. It may very well be time for you to have a conversation with your partner about these thoughts, and be sure you’re both comfortable, and trusting enough, to be open about these things.

A Re-introduction to Class

I know, in the past, I’ve spoken on a few topics without implying that anyone should take it as anything more than opinion. I originally wanted to start this blog with the intention of sharing what I’ve learned about sex and erotica, and perhaps, share a few of my past experiences as well. With this knowledge, I hoped to help others who may be just getting started in erotica, or to share another perspective to experienced writers. I don’t know if I’m accomplishing that for anyone reading this, but I’ll continue to try.

One important aspect of eroticism, at least in my opinion, is the art of seduction. It’s still one of the most difficult skills to learn when it comes to courtship, but one of the most important. When I was younger, and still learning it for myself, I did so knowing I had to show a bit of class. Lately, however, I’ve noticed class is becoming less and less predominant, and is being replaced by these guys insisting, literally insisting, they have “swag”. I’m sure any ladies reading this know what I mean, and likely had to deal with them the way most people deal with house flies.

Again, this is just an opinion piece, so please take it as such. Having that said, I cannot believe this is actually a trend in the dating scene. Swag is the natural enemy of class, and I feel like these ‘bros’ are giving the wrong impression to respectable women. To focus your eligibility on how much money you’ve spent on designer clothing and ball caps, as well as “making it rain”, implies women can be bought for sex any time they choose. If a man truly wishes to show a lady respect, and seem respectable in return, then maybe it’s time we re-teach men how to show a little class, and come off as charming instead.

This isn’t an exact list, or even 100% accurate, but these are my Top 5 tips for class, based on my own knowledge and experience.

1. Dress well

I feel like I shouldn’t have to say this, but the ‘swag’ trend has forced my hand. For many people, dressing well might mean the same as ‘clean clothes’, or even ‘designer clothes’. This goes much further than that, actually. First off, you should dress for the occasion. Most days, I’m either wearing a t-shirt and jeans while I run errands, or I’m at home wearing only my pajama pants. However, when I go somewhere, knowing I’ll be at the pub, or nightclub, or somewhere I know I’ll be meeting new people, I have a different wardrobe. Rather than investing in a designer t-shirt, you could probably get yourself a better-looking button up shirt, and maybe a nice blazer. Probably for the same price, too!


You don’t necessarily have to wear a full suit when you go out to the club either. Yes, there’s nothing classier than a full three-piece suit, tailored and done up with a matching tie, but there are varying degrees of class as well. Maybe you don’t like the idea of a three-piece, but still want to give that same impression as well. I’ve managed to pull off wearing only a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows, and a loose tie, with a pair of jeans to create a look that was both classy and casual. Sure, it didn’t have the full effect, but I still managed to turn a few heads.

The other side to this is personal grooming. A nice outfit means nothing if you haven’t had a haircut in three months, and haven’t shaved in a week. Make sure you get a haircut regularly, even if only for a trim. Once every two weeks should be the minimum interval, and shaving once every other day, or just before going out to meet other people. Of course, there are a lot of women who like the scruffy, or bearded look, as well. In this case, make sure you’ve invested in a trimmer to keep it under control. I know many guys have difficulty pulling off this look, due to the threat of the dreaded ‘neck beard’, but that’s really a much smaller problem than you think. The answer is really right there in the name: just don’t have any hair on your neck! Everything from the jawline and down, shave it off entirely. You’ll be able to have a bearded look, and still keep it looking clean as well.

2. Know when to make a gesture.

This is a bit of a tricky topic, because it involves a lot of reading the room. This is where charm usually begins and ends during most interactions. Let me first give you an example of what not to do. A man walks into the club, completely disregarding tip #1, and instead decides to wear an Abercrombie & Fitch shirt with shorts and sandals. He immediately orders shots, takes them all, and starts to chat up every female in the room until one of them gives him the time of day. He buys her a few shots, drops a few names, and talks about the things he’s bought. After an hour, he’s very drunk, and trying to convince this woman to go home with him, and gets angry when she says no.

I’m sure I don’t have to tell you what all he did wrong in this situation, but there’s even more things he could have done right, instead. First and foremost, don’t get too drunk. I can already hear the collective gasping through my computer screen, but trust me on this. I mentioned this before when I talked about staying safe, and creating the best experience when meeting someone at a club, but drunk-you has a different agenda than you do. Drinking will only exacerbate  your baser intentions, so it’s best to keep it at a level that loosens you up, but allows you to keep your faculties.

The next step is finding someone to interact with, and possibly begin courting. I know what this sounds like, but this is less about hooking up, and more about reading the room. If a lady is there with a group, and they seem to be doing everything together, it’s unlikely any of those women are looking to meet a guy that night. However, if a woman is there alone, or with a single friend, and they appear to be observing the other patrons, then she is more likely to be looking for a guy that night. As long as you’re not the jerk getting turned down by the group of ladies just there to dance, you’re not going to appear desperate, and she’s more likely to give you a chance.

But what if a very attractive someone approaches you instead? They ask you to sit with them at the bar, asks for your name, then introduces themselves. Things seem to be going well rather quickly. She asks you if you could buy her a drink, and smiles at you. So what do you do, buy them a drink? The correct answer here is ‘no'(and queue the collective gasp, once again). This may seem like the wrong move to make, but this will save you some grief in the long run. Yes, buying someone a drink is a nice gesture, and will keep a person interested in you, but only up to a point. No one should ever ask you to buy them a drink; the gesture should be your decision to make. If they ask you to buy for them, that’s likely all they see you as: free drinks. At this point, you should politely wish them a good rest of the night, and excuse yourself. At the same time, never begin an interaction by buying them a drink, as it sends the same message. Don’t be afraid to try and engage in conversation first. If she seems legitimately interested in you after a minute or so, politely ask if you can get her another drink, and never make her think she owes you for it either.

So, now you’ve found someone you’re interested in, and seems interested in you as well. How do you keep them from getting bored with you, or turned off? Well, that brings us to my next tip…

3. Show a little vulnerability

Let me start off by saying: it’s perfectly human to try and make yourself look awesome. It’s in our nature to make ourselves look as big as possible, either physically, or with our successes. It makes us look like the better choice as a mate, and maybe back in the day, it would have worked. Nowadays, that method is working less and less, and is coming off as just peacocking. Look for ways to tell them about yourself without looking like you’re showing off. At times, you can even do end up doing it subconsciously, so definitely think before you speak.

If this seems difficult, try keeping your sentences open-ended, allow room for feedback, or to segue into other topics. If the conversation segues into something the other person wants to talk about, let it flow that way, rather than diverge it back to what you wanted to talk about. You’re more likely to keep someone’s interest this way, and they will feel more comfortable, and willing to open up to you. They should feel like they are choosing you, rather than you, them.

4. Agree, rather than contradict

Remember how I said showing off can happen subconsciously? A lot of that can happen during conversation when the two of you are talking about jobs, hobbies, and other interests. Conversation engagement can drop dramatically with something as simple as comparing what you do, with what they do. They can tell you they just got a job at a firm, and you could respond by saying you just got promoted to junior executive. They could say they like to go rock climbing, and you could respond with, “I usually just go skydiving”. Do you see what’s happening here? Don’t be the person who likes to one-up your date. Instead, congratulate their successes, and allow them the opportunity to ask about yours.

At times, during conversation, watch out for any moments when you could be creating contradictions. Your date may talk about an issue, and it may seem natural to talk about what you know of the subject, and your points may directly contradict their own views on the topic. This makes it look like you know more, and they are clearly stupid. Don’t be that guy. Instead, allow them to elaborate, if they like, and simply accept their views, even if they differ from your own. Your date will feel more comfortable sharing their thoughts with you, and will be more comfortable with you as a person. If your views differ more than you’re comfortable with, you can always politely wish them a good rest of the night, and excuse yourself.

5. Speak less, but stay engaged

This is a bit of a summary of the previous points, but serves as it’s own point as well. Hopefully, you’ve taken what I’ve said here to heart, and perhaps see where you might have gone wrong in the past. But that’s ok, you’re only human, and that’s the subject of this final tip. Remember: the person sitting next to you is a human being, with thoughts, hopes, dreams, passions, and opinions. You should learn them, and watch as they bring you into their world. If you do this, they will want to know yours as well, and will view you as a mystery they want to uncover. But all of this begins by letting them be who they are, and stay engaged with that. If, at any time, it doesn’t seem like a real connection is going to be made, it’s always an option to politely wish them a good rest of the night, and excuse yourself.

Now, I want you to imagine yourself with a person who treats you the way I’ve described above, and imagine the things you would talk about. What would they say? What would you say? How would you feel about this person afterwards. If you’re feeling like you want to meet this person, then you should become this person. Be the man with class, and not the bro with swag. Girls may like guys with swag, but women like guys with class.


Origins of Fetishes

From the time we’re teenagers, and just going through the awkward stages of a new reality we call ‘puberty’, we find ourselves in this growing state of curiosity about our bodies. The problem, however, is we are often taught conflicting views on the subject. On one side, our bodies are temples, and we should not abuse these new urges we’re having. We are supposed to learn how our bodies work, learn safety, wait a few years, find a suitable mate, and only then, can we experience the joys of sex. On the other side of the spectrum, we are simply entering the beginning of our most primal state. As our bodies become capable of experiencing lust, it’s perfectly normal to explore those feelings, and go balls to the wall with every attractive body we meet.

I don’t plan to lecture any of you on what is correct, or which is prudish, or too animalistic. I simply want you to keep this in mind as we consider the causes of attraction, and why certain things, like fetishes, get us excited just by the very thought of it. By today’s standards, many of the things we’re attracted to are liberally accepted, and sexual freedom is reigning. Though, a nice thought, this is far from the truth. The reality is many of us are still quite closed off about what gets us sexually aroused. Most of us are afraid the general public will find our interests rather perverted, overly strange, or just politically incorrect. This can make our desires difficult to communicate to lovers, or even partners.

Many of us will likely think there’s just something wrong with us, and begin to feel an internal repulsion. Now, what if I told you your personal fetishes may actually stem from your own personality traits? You may be thinking, ‘That’s a bit of a reach, Charlton’, but stay with me on this. The things that turn you on are, more than likely, an imagined, sexual solution to an anxiety you’ve been harboring for years. It’s your brain’s way of coping with certain fears, or expectations, you’ve been brought up to carry with you.

If we take a few of the most common fetishes we have, we can see how this is applied. For example, seeing someone in uniform brings many people, both men and women, into sexual excitement. Who doesn’t love seeing someone in uniform? But how do we usually experience an interaction with someone in a highly-respected field, such as doctors, policemen, or firemen? Often times, we feel belittled by their knowledge, or bravery, and even if we are entirely innocent, there’s an ever-present fear they may use their authority on us. What if we were to turn the tables on this situation, and have them working in our own, very personal, favor? Instead, respect and authority is transferred over to you, and these professionals who normally ignore us, have become part of our games.

Some of these anxieties often manifest in much more subtle and ambiguous ways. Having a sheltered upbringing can make us afraid to interact with others, and forces us to remain quiet, and still, while someone we would love to take into the bedroom simply walks right past us. We’re never anything more that quiet strangers to these individuals, and that tends to make our anxiety worse. But, what if instead of walking right past you, this person were to grab you unexpectedly. You’re dragged into a closet, or alley, or some other private place, and your lips lock together in what soon becomes passionate copulation. You’ve skipped the introductions, the getting-to-know-you dates, and gone straight to carnal desire. Though considered social taboo, random and sudden sexual interactions are a common fetish among people who are, otherwise, socially awkward. The thought of interacting with someone verbally may cause them to cower under a table, but their desire for intimacy is still ever present. What could be more delectable to them than skipping social convention entirely?

Ultimately, the means by which we experience and explore life, our bodies, our sexuality, our society, all create who we are. Whether it’s our personality or our sexual desires, all fetishes can be explained using similar structures as the ones I’ve explained, and they are not to be feared. Once you understand this, you’re able to become more accepting of what gets your blood pumping. In the same way, you may even be able to understand, or discover, what excites your partner as well. It’s not something to be ashamed of, nor does it define who we are, but instead, is an extension of how we view the world around us, and how we interact with it.

Casual sex, and keeping it casual

Let me be clear about this from the start, so there’s no confusion: this is not me telling you how to get casual sex. I’m not here to sell you anything, or to boast about ways I’ve been able to live the lifestyle of casual sex. Yes, I’ve had a fair amount of casual sexual encounters, but this is about whether or not the lifestyle is really for you, and how to conduct yourself while you do it. A lot of people try it, and they either get too deep to the point of self-degradation, or become shunned by the people closest to them, being called ‘slut’, ‘whore’, etc. So, the first and foremost thing to keep in mind is…

1. Know what you’re getting into.

This may or may not be surprising, but a casual sex life is not for the faint of heart. It takes a certain degree of self-control, confidence, and the right attitude. There’s a lot to consider before, during, and after the encounter(which we’ll cover later) that will affect your overall experience. If you decide to just jump right in like it’s a swimming pool of sexual partners, you’ll find yourself drowning, guaranteed. It’s a two-way road, with new experiences and new relationships going one way, and some older ones possibly leaving you down the other road.

First, ask yourself what the reasons are for seeking casual sex. If your responses include something like: ‘I’m drunk”, ‘I wanna feel good about myself’, or ‘My partner wants to try it, so I’ll just go along with it’, then you’re going to have a bad time with this. There should be a sense of adventure when you go out looking for a new partner. Maybe you’re just horny, or want a new sexual experience. When you go out with the right mindset, it can really improve your health and happiness.

Keep in mind, nothing about this is permanent, and your mindset should reflect that. It’s perfectly natural to become infatuated, and connected, with a lover. However, if you wish to keep your relationships casual, you may have to fight yourself from time to time. Sex creates familiarity and commitment, and it’s not always easy to control. Maybe spend some time away from your new lover for a while, no communication whatsoever. It may seem cruel, but it helps keep your emotions in check.

This isn’t to say you should keep completely aloof during your encounter either. Your new lover needs to be appreciated for what they’re doing for you as well. Even if all you do is have a quickie in the closet, you should still give it your all. Show your partner some passion, be attentive, caring, and respectful, and I promise you, it’ll be a very memorable experience for both of you. Speaking of being respectful…

2. Communicate what you want, and don’t want.

Let’s say you’re out by yourself, or with a friend, and you find a guy(or lady) you find very attractive, charming, and there’s some clear chemistry there. First, congratulations on making it this far. Next, remember what it is that you’re trying to accomplish. The other person may be looking for something a bit more than just a single night of passion. You need to make it clear your intention is just to let off some steam, or sexual frustration. The other person may not mind; or maybe they do, and still want to get into your pants anyway. If the latter happens, no matter your other options, you need to end things there. Tonight is not their night.

However, if they understand tonight is simply for a night of passion, then things can continue forward. I mentioned before that confidence is needed here, and plays a large role in what happens next. So, you’ve gotten this far, and found someone to take home and rip their clothes off. Like any new lover, they’re not going to know what will make you moan, and bring you to that tipping point of sweet ecstasy. Don’t be afraid to take charge and verbally tell them what you want them to do to you. After all, tonight is about you!

At the same time, if a certain sexual act repels you, make sure they know it as well. There’s no reason to commit to something you don’t find sexy at all. Remember, this isn’t a relationship, so nothing you refuse should be a deal-breaker. They can always find another sexual partner who’s into their kinds of kink later on. For now, you should just enjoy the things you both like in common. If your new partner disagrees with this arrangement, feel free to communicate them out the door, or yourself out of theirs.

3. Safety, in all it’s forms.

I know this sounds like I’m going to suggest using condoms, or getting on the pill, or some other form of contraceptive, and you should. I know it also sounds like you should choose your partner carefully, to prevent the spread of STDs, and you should. However, there’s more to keep in mind as far as safety is concerned. Your casual lifestyle should benefit your happiness, and certain things can make that more difficult to obtain. As I’ve said, communication is a big part of having the best experience possible, but plays another role too.

Although you don’t find too many women like this, a lot of men who also like the casual lifestyle tend to be more aggressive, or narcissistic, with their pursuance. There’s absolutely no reason to hook up with someone like that, even if the alternative is no one at all. You shouldn’t be manipulated into sex, or go home with someone who has a toxic personality. You have every right to be comfortable, relaxed, and confident with whom you’re with.

While we’re on the subject of douchebags, I should bring up something that kinda goes hand-in-hand: alcohol. I understand the most likely place to find single people is at a bar, or a club, but alcohol can complicate things quickly. Even if you do manage to find someone you connect with, getting wasted afterwards can only lead to bad things. Some people are genuinely good, but their agendas change when they get drunk, and that goes for you too! I’m not saying you can’t drink at all while you’re out, just don’t overdo it. I would say a good rule of thumb is: if you’re too drunk to walk a straight line, you’re too drunk for sex.

4. Keep a positive circle.

I know I’ve said this before, but there’s nothing wrong with this lifestyle; nothing at all! However, there will be people, probably family or friends, who will try to tell you otherwise. They may dissuade you from this path, whether for religious reasons, or moral reasons, but none of that matters. This is your life that you’re living, and not theirs. They won’t understand your decisions, but they don’t need to. I’m not suggesting you lie to them about what you do, all I’m saying is you should simply leave them out of that aspect of your life.

If you want people to talk to about your casual lifestyle, and choices, I would suggest forming a circle of friends who also engage in casual encounters. Think about it, you probably have a group who meets just to watch football, or a book club to discuss the latest novel, and of course, the friends you make at work. Why not have a circle of friends who have casual sex? I’m not saying you need to meet up for ‘Sex and the City’-themed brunches, but you can all agree to meet at a club, or just talk online about what you’ve been up to. It’s important to have friends like these to talk to, and feel comfortable around. People who won’t scowl at you for letting your freak flag fly.

5. Shit happens.

It sucks, but it’s true. Sometimes, the sex is bad, or the person you’re with turned out to be a jerk, or you partied a little too hard. You can be extremely careful, follow this post to the letter, and bring protection, but sometimes, things will go wrong. You can’t foresee the entire night, and there will be things you couldn’t have predicted. It’s not your fault, but you can take it like a champ the next morning. Just pick up your panties, or boxers, and just brush it off. Accept that mistakes were made, and keep them in mind for the next time. You’re human, just move on with your life.

Sex should be fun and fulfilling, from beginning to screaming finish. It’s not always perfect, but nothing in life is! It’s an experience, so learn from it, practice it, preach it, teach it. Here’s to safe, and enriching, casual sex!

My name is Charlton C. Tod

I’m afraid I have to admit, I’ve never really given blogging much consideration in the past. It’s been around for over two decades, at least, and there are millions of blogs out there already, written by just about anyone for any reason. For most people, it’s as easy as simply making an entry into a journal. But, as a writer, you have to wonder where to begin, or what subject to write about. Regardless, I decided to start one to share my opinions, thoughts, and musings that come from my writings.

I suppose a good place to begin is to discuss my personal method for writing, and how I began in erotica. It’s not the most elegant first post, but I suppose it’s suitable enough.

Like most erotica writers, I began as an avid reader of erotica. As some of you may know, I first came across this naughty genre when I was in high school. Technically, I wasn’t of age to be reading it on the school’s computers, but I was rebellious, and chose to do a lot of things that weren’t allowed in my school. Anyways, I can’t remember what kind of story it was, only that I think it was something kinda vanilla. It was still one of the most enthralling things I’d ever read, and it made me want to read more. Soon, I found myself sneaking in a quick read whenever time permitted, which was quite often.

At some point, I had decided I had read enough to understand how it was done, so I wrote my first story. I never let anybody else read it, and kept it hidden away from my parents. At night, I would sometimes pull it out, and read it to myself, and wonder what other readers might say about it. It took me about a year to muster the courage to write one for the public to see, and I posted it anonymously. It wasn’t a great story, but people seemed to like it anyway. It gave me the confidence to write some more.

I won’t say I made a career out of writing erotica, but it’s still one of my favorite hobbies, and it’s never gotten boring for me. Sometimes it’s difficult to find inspiration, but I’ve managed to come up with some interesting ideas on my own. However, I find the best inspiration from friends and fans. They often confide in me about some of their deepest fantasies, and I help breathe life into them by re-enacting it in written word. To this day, my best stories are born from the fantasies of others.

Now, when it comes to writing something hot and steamy, there’s a few things I keep in mind, which you may choose to do as well. Or not, I’m not going to tell you that my method is totally correct, but it’s my personal view. The first is to consider the reader’s imagination. When you read a story, you often play out the scene as the words are read. This may seem like a no-brainer, but I say this because I’ve read many stories from young writers who tend to play out a scene too quickly. Sometimes, a sexual interaction is reduced to the capacity of one, or two, paragraphs. It’s the written equivalent of premature ejaculation.

But fear not! Longer, and more satisfying, sex is within your grasp. I won’t even charge you for it.

The next thing to remember is the use of the five senses. During sex, all five senses are stimulated, at some point, and describing what each sense is experiencing can help the reader become part of the story. You’re painting an erotic portrait in their minds, but being visual can only bring them so far. When you can make a reader smell a man’s musk, or feel how soft, or firm, someone’s body is, or even the taste of a woman when she’s been a good girl, it helps the reader’s experience, and allows them to place themselves in the story. You don’t have to include every stimulation your characters experience, but using them like triggers in your story, you can help the reader feel aroused at the opportune moment.

While we’re on the topic of stimulation, let’s talk about sensations! This is another really great way to help your reader feel like a part of the experience. Everyone has an erogenous zone on their body, or something their partner does which drives them wild with lust; characters have them as well. Include the little sensations, like a tingling that travels up your body, or the tightness in your chest during climax, or even the soreness and sensitivity that you have post-coitus. Your reader will be able to relate to their own previous experiences, and even cause them to psychosomatically feel these sensations themselves.

Keeping these things in mind, you can easily have a sex scene last well over 1,500 words. Ultimately, when I try to write a story for you, I want to captivate you. I want you to squirm in your seat, your cheeks to become flush, your skin hot, and your fingers itching to reach into your pants. My name is Charlton C. Tod, and I want to become the naughty little secret you keep hidden away.

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