Gimme your best 3-5 lines of erotica literature. I'll go first.>He squirmed beneath me, his walls trying their best to push me out.>But I was unrelenting. With each moan and gasp from him, I grew in force and stiffness. The rhythmic motion between our hips massaged my member and induced multiple climaxes that night.>Awash in the afterglow, I slapped his buttocks and kissed his seed filled tummy.
>>25534463I liek trains
>>25534463A bottoms dream : My favorite moment with a man is the pulling down of the pants showing the full outline of the package which in about 9/10 cases is bigger than mine. From here on out my only desire is to make him finish with no expectation other than to have his release. Although not unconditional love, I certainly believe in unconditional sex.
>>25534463>his seed filled tummy>his
his penis cummed pleasurably all into the womans poussy
>>25535070You can do better anon
Those are pornographic examples. Erotic writing is best served without mention of genitals or sex.
>>25535145There was no mention of genitals, explicitly.
His love engine chuffed in and out of her culvert, plugging and scraping away at the stubborn detritus that had clogged it up for so long (her memories of being sexually abused as a child).Her whimper became an insatiable groan, like traffic building up at rush hour. Only on this road there were no stop signs...
What happened to the Indian troll writing?
Insanely, insanely gay.
>>25534463I’ve been working on my erotic masterpiece (cuckolding in a medieval fantasy world) but I constantly get sidetracked>Writing smut, get aroused, jack off
>>25535481/lit/ is homosexual board. Straight men don't read and they abandoned higher education.
Here's some erotic writing for you>He was not only capable of raping a ghoul, he realized, he was eager to do it.>He leaped forward and dealt a blow to the head that would have felled a horse, but the only discernable effect was a slight bend of the iron bar.>"Weymael?" it said. "Is that you?">To read intent or emotion from such a voice was impossible, but the language of her body was clear as she presented her splotched and bristly rump with an inviting wriggle. Dropping to his knees and fumbling his breeches down, he thrust into her before he answered, "No, you bitch, it's Quodomass Phuonsa, who would fuck the ghoul that tried to eat his corpse!">Expecting an eruption of resistance, he dealt her another fearful blow, but she unleashed a giggle that would've chilled a wretch burning at the stake as she battered his belly with her buttocks. Like nothing he had ever penetrated, she was tough and gristly, her clasp abrasive as sand.>Ignoring the near-pain of the friction, he twisted and thrust like one trying to stab all the way to her heart. He cursed her and cuffed her and twisted her breasts, firm as melons but disconcertingly slimy, while hammering her skull with the bar.>Infuriatingly, she urged him to be less shy and gentle.>"Quodo!" she grated, and she pounded a further triad of spikes into his brain: "Oh, Quo! Quo! Quo!">The muscles of his right arm shrieked for mercy, and he dropped the bent bar from numb fingers as he sagged against her back and tried to suck air through the ammoniac reek of her hide. As she stifled her shriek of completion in the dirt of the grave, he was forced to admit that it was he who had been mastered.Then she eats him.
>His walls
>>25535485Yea and that’s why someone needs to write some lesbian shit with no dicks. I’m gay but I don’t want to see the straight men dissapear. I like history, military, Pynchon, Cormac and cia so I need your insight in other threads.
>Her low-cut, sleeveless shirt exposed a wide mural of parched skin, which was often the target of his wandering gaze. Just above the high waist of her pencil skirt, halfway down her chest, two wonderfully rounded and heavy breasts were hanging on for dear life, seemingly threatening, at any moment, to slide past her stomach and settle somewhere around her knees. She had an imposing way of looking at you, with arms crossed and stern creases in the corners of her narrow eyes, that gave her an aura of unquestionable authority.
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>>25535582is the reaction because of my prose or because youre a pedophile? if its the former id love some feedback
>>25535588well for starters im not into parched skin or breasts that dangle to the knees (or, for that matter, ones that spontaneously drop from their perch). nor do I appreciate the implication that such a woman could impose an aura of authority of any kind, except maybe in a preschool. which would make this weirdly pedocoded, as a backdrop to this guy picking up a preschool teacher who dresses like a slut. overall, I would say my impression is one of confusion and disgust, and I would rather read about some guy bashing a ghoul over its head with a metal bar as he tries to rape it
>>25535601i did specifically write this about an english professor i want to fuck, so you got me there, although i am in my 20s
>>25535618Go away little zoom zoom
>>25535507His anal cavity
>>25535648>The once-human creature crouches over a desecrated grave of dirt and mud, vertebrae rippling under its sickly skin. Its body is scarred and knotted, and on its chest dangle a shriveled pair of teats in a grotesque parody of the feminine. Feverishly rending head from torso from limb, it does not notice as a robed priest approaches from behind, wielding a iron pipe above his head. Too late. The creature collapses as the metal meets the side of its head with a meaty thwack, leaving her body sprawled out in the grass. It is unmistakably the body of a woman, and everyone knows women look best lying on their back. There is a twinge in his taint as the priest, until this moment a committed celibate, grows stiff under his robes.
>>25535573>From a distance she reminded him of one of the pot-bellied fertility statues she had once displayed on the big projector screen, and it made him feel a deep kinship with the ancient men who had carved those figurines. He already knew how to whittle. What if he could carve Dr. Brown's figure from a dense piece of birch, and make the shape of her hips his submission to the historical record? He could polish her buttocks with a fine sandpaper, and brush on layers of shellac to make the skin shine like amber, and maybe glue a black tuft of sheep's wool between her legs. He made note of the way her protuberant stomach gave her the appearance of always leaning forward, and the way folds materialized and melted away below her armpits as she gesticulated at the blackboard. He couldn't exactly hold out a pen at arm's length to take her measurements, so he did his best to make some estimations. Some artistic liberties would be necessary of course; he had always imagined that, under her clothes, her breasts didnt have nipples so much as they gradually tapered to a dark brown tip, but he still wanted it to look like her as much as possible. Maybe he could gift the statue to her, or hide it somewhere for it to be discovered centuries from now. The thought of future strangers still appreciating her generous figure after they were dead and gone spurred him on.
>>25534463I came I fartedI sharted
>>25535499Good stuff. How are ghouls described? I pictured her like a sphinx.
>>25534463holy kek i hope you get as many warnings and bans as i did for my erotic girl thoughts and writing and lit threads LOL and I regularly posted actual literature and poetry in them
>>25535978interesting. my first instinct would be to place the act of cumming last in the chain of events, implying that it would have been caused by the stimulation sustained to the prostate through farting and sharting. doing so would also make it so that the emotion escalates through each line (1-2-3) and ends in a release, but i guess sharting also can be thought of as a form of ejaculation, which i hadnt considered. putting the ejaculation first mixes up the tension (3-1-2) and instead gives the impression of muscles relaxing post-orgasm and thus letting out an involuntary fart and shart.
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>>25534463did nuck fuentes kiss destinys tummy
>>25536708Myron kissed Fresh's tummy
It feels we know each other so well we do not need to talk. All our communication is through our bodies, and what they are saying is love love love. After she stiffens and contracts, I release my love inside her. Our movements have been like awkward poetry — her beauty is the paper and mine the pen — together our poem is but a stain of ink on her body on her body in a language only we can decipher. The ink does not hold, as it leaks out toba damp spot on the sheets, as written paper in the rain. The poem now only in our memories, and all we can do is write it again and again.
It feels we know each other so well we do not need to talk. All our communication is through our bodies, and what they are saying is love love love. After she stiffens and contracts, I release my love inside her. Our movements have been like awkward poetry — her beauty is the paper and mine the pen — together our poem is but a stain of ink on her body in a language only we can decipher. The ink does not hold, as it leaks out to a damp spot on the sheets, as written paper in the rain. The poem now only in our memories, and all we can do is write it again and again.
>>25534463That was fucking disgusting>>25536691For real
>>25535474It's part of a series. Here's the latest installment >>25514197
>>25534463Trying to make it in this biz through Amazon self-publishing.How much money can i make from writing about fat nudist bitches with enormous tits, or do i have to write about hot men to see some real dollars rolling in?
And then it’s over. He lies there, pink and sweaty, trying to steady his breathing; his smooth, glistening chest and stomach rising and falling. His arm covers his eyes limply as he recovers. /What a beautiful boy/,his mother thinks. /My perfect boy.//How can I embarrass him?/No. She's watched too long. Evan's mother makes a decision. “Ev,” she calls loudly, making her presence known. “You in here?”She walks in casually.“Oh f-! MOM!!!” Evan cries out, electrified, limbs everywhere as he frantically grabs something from the laundry basket to cover himself with. Unluckily, his hand settles on a pink silk camisole of his mother’s. He covers his stomach and cock with it. It stains immediately. Elise gasps theatrically in the manner of a pin-up girl getting her dress tugged off by her cocker spaniel. She then bursts out laughing like a drunk sorority girl.“What ARE you doing?!” Elise asks.“I-... I-” “Is that my camisole?”
>Slither up to her, you silver-tongued fiend. Find out what tender treasures she guards underneath that dress. Move your lips, contort your tongue, construct your sentences in whatever manner to feel a warm thigh beneath your hand, a head resting upon your shoulder. All the little pleasantries, and look how she laughs. You've got her now; just touch that slender, naked arm. Does she flinch?>Shed your transient sense of dignity, being is a throbbing desire. Look at the others' faces. Isn't that a frown, even a scowl? What could it be but impotent jealousy? Pour yourself another glass, keep the spirits flowing, and one for her. If your arm is around her waist before the curtain call, she is will come along with you. You have the money, why would she refuse? She was the one who ensnared you, outside in that bright and spacious foyer, with the burgundy dress entwining her body. She knew who you were, you knew what she was, and that understanding brought you together.>The act is over, it is time to leave. Keep her next to you and don't fall, there is lipstick on her teeth, slowly down the staircase to the foyer. You caught her from tripping, now keep your hand where it is. Good work, and be sure to enjoy where it's headed next. Grab a glass of cognac at the bar and stumble out into the dark. A hundred eyes are upon you, but don't look back.>Look around you; find a nice, dark alley. She is on her knees before you, worshipping. This is it, you have thought about nothing else all evening, I've seen it. Heavenly, heavenly, heavenly.>It is over, and thick saliva is pooling in in the back of your throat. Not now. At least try pulling up your trousers, no, find a trash bin, a gutter, anything, you depraved motherfucker. At least don't let the vomit splash on you. Drunkard. You are the lowest of the low, a gutter rat.
>>25534463a-wriggling the worm by its pink wet segments anent the mud place, to-wards that heat of her that hot sweet place, to eat what she discharges
sand on sunbrown'd skinshe wears polka-dot bottomsglimpse of pale white cheeks
>>25541564white plastic nipplesslender fashionable curvesretail calypso
>>25542472rise on tippy toesclose breath and touch lip to lipfinger found the spot
>>25542474two outlined archesrounded cheeks wrapped tight by tightswalks with burdened gait
>>25542475foaming arcs of spitchain the corner of her mouth withgroins leaking semen
>>25541564>>25542472>>25542474>>25542475>>25542476feedback on these would be appreciated, and please rate them from best to worst
>>25542511Sure, if you could also review mine here: >>25538220
>>25541564This is my favorite, IMO. Feels like an intimate thing to notice the edges of her tan.>>25542472I don’t get this one.>>25542474I read this is meant to imply you are touching her as she kisses you. I like it, especially the juxtaposition of the romantic and the erotic.>>25542475Not sure what this implies, and doesn’t really do much for me.>>25542476Is this a girl eating out another girl after a creampie? I feel like the first half to be rewritten to make it more clear. Or maybe you could keep it mysterious but a bit clearer?
>>25538220i like the poetry simile, but rather than enhancing the eroticism it kind of brings your mind out of the action at points, probably because its a bit abstract. her beauty being the canvas, for example, rather than her body/flesh/skin/facial expressions. i also think you should remove "as written paper in the rain", its not really necessary. the damp spot in the sheets does a lot to close the distance to the action, however. very enjoyable overall.>>25543929i pretty much agree with your ranking.yes, retail calypso is a bit of a riddle its a mannequin, her beauty keeping you in the jcpenney for seven years.two outlined arches is simply supposed to be a description of a woman from behind but i just failed to give it any sauce.foaming arcs of spit is a multiple blowjob, but i can see why you were confused. groin might not be the right word, but i didnt want to explicitly reference male genitalia when i already used the word semen, i felt like a bit too much.thank you for the feedback.
another set of five. i can only confidently write poetry when its smut, as soon as i pivot to anything more high-minded it just feels pretentious. maybe because horniness is the only really intense feeling i can conjure on command? i have written other stuff, but it has always come to me in the throes of something imposed upon me from outside.the picnic is donecheek rests on well-cushion'd thigha muted gurglesvelte and skinny cheststill more supple than a cloudher weightless bosomfleeting summer skirta crossed pair of racy legsbarred gates of edensoppy mess of hairslick and slimy slip and slidecoarse auburn tanglesblonde hair in a bunshe bites her lip hikes her skirtcrop of harsh red streaks
>>25534463I sit here,Broken hearted,Tried to cum, But only sharted.
>>25535499Pretty nice.
>>25541132He's literally me. What is this from? I like it.
>>25545593man i wrote it, straight from the dome. what do you think about the second person perspective?
>>25545654It made me feel like the MC lost a fight with his intrusive thoughts. It made his actions feel almost mechanical. It had a nice rhythm to it.Write a book.
>>25545665hell yeah, thats exactly the effect i was going for. the main character is almost having an out-of-body experience, and the narrator voice, which i imagined as his libido, is in complete control of his actions until the last paragraph.
>>25539841we will need an excerpt before we can pass judgement, hot guys or not.
>>25546587Fuck it, I'm just gonna post a pdf of the whole-ass manuscript for the ebook i published on Amazon. I already lost hope for it to generate revenue, although that's more because i don't know how to advertise this kinda shit.https://files.catbox.moe/jn6wq4.pdfHope you enjoy it. I wrote this last year, so my writing's improved a bit since then. It's fairly vanilla aside from some mild piss fetish scenes.If you really liked it, I'd appreciate it if you bought a copy from amazon. I need the money and it'd be encouraging for me to write more.https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GGHR5XZ5Try not to mind the cover, not too proud of it. I threw it together with public domain art while still learning GIMP.
>>25548225looking at your pic related tells me everything i need to know about the slop awaiting me if i clicked on that link
I am a feeder, so my girlfriends tend to get bigger all over while we date. But in particular, my girlfriend during my first three months of university was a top-heavy gainer. She went from a B to a FF during our relationship.
Quickening hot core lascivious innermost womanhood with explicit consent. Hand clenched toe curled gasping bosom that arched hot and turgid, climaxy and moist, blushing lidded groaning moaning wetness mons hardness. I cast +5 snowball, officially licensed from Wizards of the Coast.A pantsuit goddess is deposed from Mount McKinsey for overly Zeusian antics (bull not swan).
>>25548225youre expecting me to download a pdf? are you insane?
>>25548231Yeah, that's exactly what you should expect, and then some.>>25548254No, i'm just lazy and looking for a critique.Here's a little excerpt for proofs, if you're really so curious.>The hot patio seared her toes, Helen quickly skipped over to a poolside recliner to plop hermassive ass on. Without skipping a beat, Helen immediately plunged her fingers into her achingwomanhood, masturbating in the open air.>“Oh, fuck! Yes!” Helen cried in relief, with one hand tearing into her pussy, pinching and pullingher clitoris, the other kneading her gargantuan tits. It wasn’t long before Helen brought herself to a squirting orgasm, she practically screamed in pleasure but she wasn’t nearly close to finished.
>>25548259I'm gonna be real, I just skimmed over some parts and it just seems like ao3 tier smut. I don't know how you expected to make money off of this. as for the writing, I know there are dudes who get off to that sort of raunchy ass writing but it's definitely not for me so I won't opine.
>>25548266An accurate assessment, as i'm indeed an ao3 writer and fairly amateur. Like i've only been writing for 3 years now, but i want to do better and any advice helps.
>>25548259its a bit too short to make a real assessment. from what i can see its very plain and raunchy, but not very sexy.you need to take it slow and build the scene, that makes you really feel the "plunge" when it happens. i can see that youre trying to build urgency, but you have a lot of redundant phrasing that undercuts the feeling: "quickly", "skipped", "without skipping a beat", "immediately". you get maybe one of these per paragraph. insisting that its urgent doesnt make us feel the urgency, this is a case of showing and not telling. instead you should use the budget to explain what exactly it is that she is relieved of at the start of the second paragraph. its also giving a bit of "breasted boobily", instead of insisting that her tits are gargantuan or that her ass is massive, you could use a simile or describe how she walks or how the recliner creaks when she sits down.maximalism requires a lot of skill, and the raunchiest word you can think of is rarely the best one. for all the squirting and plunging, "mastubating into the open air" is unironically the moment that hits hardest, and even then i think you could take it further by saying "cool morning air" or something.
>>25548259>The hot patio seared her toeswhy her toes? is she tiptoeing?>Without skipping a beat>immediatelyredundant>her fingerstoo abstract>gargantuan titsnon-descriptive>practically screameddid she or did she not scream?you write masturbation like you are just going through the motions, feels like a certain libidinal apathy is creeping into your prose. you should probably establish a better internal framework regarding your personal fetishes.
>>25548374I gotta be honest, i always write one-handed while jerking off, so i must apologize for the repetitive vernacular. My process is generally just imagining the scene and trying my best to transcribe it in detail. That urgency is actually from the previous scene where she finds herself overwhelmed with arousal and the need to touch herself.Another excerpt, from the beginning, for context.It was a sweltering June morning, her daughters had just left for school as Helen stepped out ofthe shower. Having let herself go over the past 20 years of too comfortable marriage and nowneeding to reenter the dating scene, Helen figured it was time to finally step in front of a mirrorand assess the damages with a discerning eye.“Jesus. Was I always this… huge?” Helen thought to herself as she looked over her bare body.While everything above her shoulders had remained smooth and slim due to her daily skin-careroutine and good genetics, her body was another story.Colossal, slightly sagging breasts, an enormous pair of beanbags for an ass and a plump bellythat served as a constant reminder of her indulgent lifestyle. “What kind of man would want awoman with a body like this?” Helen sighed to herself as she fondled her voluptuous curves,clutching her tits tightly and feeling her fingers sink into her sensitive areola sent a shock right toher pussy. Helen groaned and left the bathroom, paying no mind that she was still completelynaked as she walked downstairs. Her vagina began to drip as she fondled herself.“Were my tits always this heavy?” Helen thought, feeling them sway and slap against herstomach, unburdened by any brassiere. Her nipples began to harden and throb, to which Helenpinched and twisted them, immediately eliciting a prolonged moan and a sudden squirt ofarousal that soaked her inner thighs and dripped down to her heelsI'd appreciate more critiques if you bother reading the whole pdf.
>>25548400>i always write one-handed while jerking offNothing wrong with that, as long as you are editing with both hands
>>25548400>Her nipples began to harden and throb,Lost
>>25548402I used to actually edit one-handed too.
