Tag: erotica

Erotica in Public

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The beauty of the invention of the e-book is being able to read whatever you want, whenever and wherever you are. Reading erotica on the busy bus to work is particularly interesting.

I am weird, what I like writing, often, isn’t what I like reading. I have written an Erotica and I am now searching high and low for the successful books I can compare it to. Apparently, that is one of the points that can help to sell a book to an Agent.

This is a book I believe in, the first I see as ready to be sold. Because of it, I’m ending up reading about hot, sometimes disturbing, sometimes arousing, scenes on the bus, before nine in the morning.

It is a strange sensation, feeling your cheeks flushing, trying to stop reading, wondering if you are going to miss your stop, getting wet but hating that you are, attempting to decide, if you were the character, where you would draw a line…

Ants Over You

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You pick me up at lunchtime from work. I don’t have a long lunch time, but I work at a privileged location, with many bushwalking trails nearby.

It is a sunny Spring day, with the weather finally warming up. You take me to one of the trails and we go looking for a place reasonably private without much success. Being one of the first days of warmth in the year, the locals are out and about, walking through the bush, on the road, parking where we are parked, showing up everywhere.

We find a spot behind a tree and you make me lean down, pull up my dress and take my panties off, storing them in your pocket. You lick me, I suck you. We are right in front of the ocean, so I am afraid of bushwalkers passing through, or runners, especially one of my work colleagues; but also boats coming too close to the coast. It is something getting fucked watching a speedboat passing by.

Then you sit me on a rock, quite exposed, open my legs and eat me. We move again to a niche between some ruins, left overs from some sort of military fort. I lean in to get your dick in my mouth and apply myself to the task.

We move again and somehow you get to fuck me from behind, I’m leaning in, hidden in between two low walls, I can see your feet. They were right beside a log full of ants. ‘You have…. ah… ants… on… wow… on your feet’.  You miss it. Because you are not a threat to the bugs, they simply use you as their bridge.

When someone finally interrupts us and we are left un-climaxed and out of time, we end up going back to the car, I check your feet, the ants are gone without leaving a trace.

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