This week’s reader question focuses on how to write erotica. Dear Molly, I’m a guy wanting to write erotica shorts, but I’m hesitant because of the cliché that people who write erotica are constantly aroused and masturbating. I was hoping you could offer some advice. Is there a scene you Read more…
Catch up by reading Part 1 and Part 2 of this threesome erotica story before you get started here. Case couldn’t take his eyes off the women in his bed. He had watched as Anya walked Dani backward until her legs hit the mattress. And he watched as Anya pushed Read more…
This is part 2 of a 3 part threesome erotica story. You can catch part 1 here. PART TWO: DANI The girl was cute, she’d give Case that. Although she shouldn’t be surprised. They’d always shared the same taste in women. Even when they were kids. And as soon as Read more…
A threesome erotica story told in three parts. PART ONE: ANYA She was surprised when Case answered on the second ring. “Hey, Anya,” his cadence was slow and drawn out. “You good?” “Yeah,” she stuttered a bit, still shocked he’d answered. “Yeah. Of course. I, uh…” “Anya, have you been Read more…
It was a few years ago and I wanted to show my Hubby the waterfall in the woods behind my father’s house. So we hiked back, and I showed Him this small piece of majestic landscape. Moving back toward the top of the falls, we find ourselves talking of sex. Read more…
It’s dark. My senses heightened. I pull at my wrists, but it’s no use, the ropes are secure. They don’t budge. Still, I fight, thrashing against the bed. But for only a moment, as he was waiting for this, and he reaches out, smoothing my hair back from my face, damp Read more…
An erotic threesome story, showing what sex can be like when you share the things you love.
I wrote this awhile ago for a submission call, but never sent it in. I left the first few thousand words off, as it’s all back story. The plot for the porn, if you will. Without further ado, The Hero: An Erotic Story He’s going to kiss me, I think Read more…
He must have thought I was asleep. The room had been quiet for nearly an hour, both of us underneath the covers on opposite sides of the bed. When I felt his weight shifting, I figured he was finally dosing off and was surprised when I heard the telltale rustle Read more…
We were moving my mother, carrying boxes from the basement of one house to the basement of another. I picked up an oversized box and looked at the label. I looked over my shoulder and called to my husband. “My wedding dress,” I nodded to the box. “Think it still Read more…