Erotica Short Stories 7-10k Words

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Dear Client I'm an avid writer and role-player with a presence on various literary forums and sites involved with the creation of erotic and non-erotic fiction. For three years I have worked with the very best that various erotica sites like literotica, asstr, kirstens archives etc have to offer and would now like to turn a profit from this passion that has driven my leisure and my pleasure for the past three years. I am quite familiar and well at ease with various components of fetish and kink and highly fluent with the interplay of various human amorous functionality. This is a driving, defining passion of mine, one which i have devoted long hours of my life to and i would like nothing more than to be part of a tangible contribution to this cherished field of my choosing. Please find attached a sample of my previous work in this field, containing excerpts from three stories that I have written for various clients. Regards Furqan P.S: Please message me as I am unable to attach my sample with this message

I have experience with erotica and am pasting a sample of a short blog post. Thanks for your time and consideration. I just woke up from the hottest, most amazing dream I've ever had. It began with a white sand beach and me sitting there letting the sun warm my mostly bare skin. I lounged on the beach most of the day, and returned to a nice suite as the sun began to sink in the sky. After ordering some room service, I hopped in the shower to rinse away the heat of the day. Stepping out of the shower and wrapping in a towel I heard the waiter knock at the door. I debated putting on a robe, but decided the towel was good enough. I opened the door as was greeted not only by the amazing smell of my dinner but also an amazing sight of tall, dark and handsome. I decided right then and there that this one was going to get an extra special "tip." I let him in and thanked him for bringing up my dinner. With a sly smile, I told him it would be a shame if he let a beautiful woman eat alone. He shyly agreed to share my meal and sat down across from me at the tiny table by the window. I took a few bites, but my appetite wasn't for the food at the moment. I began to run my foot up and down the inside of his leg, he closed his eyes and sighed a little moan. Dying to get my hands on his warm skin, I slipped out of my chair and took his hand to lead him to my bed across the room. He sat down and I straddled his lap. I slid my hands up his side as my mouth met his and I began to

Hi, I have extensive experience in writing on interesting and engaging erotic stories cutting across a number of genres. I have samples I can share with you to get the kind of my writing style. I look forward to hear from you. Thanks.

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I have written many short stories of this genre previously and published locally. I can do the readers to experience the situation...

Why don't you sit down, Mr. C, Sammy said grabbing me on the inside of my elbow so that I turned to face her again. My god, had another button popped open almost totally exposing her chest, or was she opening them herself?! I had to leave, had to get out of here. I got up to leave, but she scrambled up too. Sit down, she said coming around in front of me and pulling out a chair from the dining room set to block my path. I didn't want to sit down. I just wanted to get the hell out of here. Sit down, she insisted pushing me back with her body. I fell backwards onto the hard-backed chair, the bulge of my cock thrusting upwards in my shorts. Sammy straddled me in the chair, her hands on the chair's back. The heat of her naked flesh under her skirt burned in my lap causing me to gasp, her breasts all but exposed and inches from my face. Leaning forward into me, her breast brushed against my face as she put the half-empty can of Coke on the table behind me. Wanna fuck? she whispered hoarsely into my face as she drew back. No, I... I felt my body reacting to hers, felt my erection begin to strain against the material of the thin shorts. Sammy noticed it too, leisurely slipping her hand down between us brushing her hand over the bulge.

I think I would be a great fit for this project. I have experience in erotic ghost writing, and enjoy working in the genre. I am a young professional from NYC, who draws heavily on personal experiences. Below is brief sample of my work, though I can be far more specific with more context. I love the idea of developing a character over three installments, and possibly more! Looking forward to hearing from you. _______ The train began to climb slowly out of the tunnel, swaying ever so slightly in a kind of maternal rhythm that was either oddly reassuring or entirely maddening. She settled into her seat along the long narrow blue benches lining the car, and began to let her mind wander to the events of the previous evening, flashes of memory and fantasy combined in a mesmerizing dance. She took great satisfaction in the knowledge that the strangers on either side of her sat completely oblivious to the heart pounding sequence playing out in her head, and as she adjusted in her seat she was reminded of how he had taken her panties before she had left. Demanding in that gruff, authoritative tone that made her stomach churn. "These belong to me now, and so do you." He had said. "I expect you to remember that. I want you to be thinking about that all day. I want you naked underneath that skirt, so that when I call you at your desk, and tell you how I want to fuck you later, you can feel yourself getting wet between your naked thighs. Do you understand?"