It’s been years since I’ve written erotica and I’d forgotten how fun it is. Sifting through my memories from last weekend, deciding what details to include, which ones to leave out. Figuring out to manipulate the words on the screen so you, the reader, gets the full impact of the amazing sex that happened and hopefully get off is challenging but SO MUCH FUN. I have to admit that thinking about people all over the world getting off to my writing, sharing the physical and emotional pleasure of my own experiences is a huge turn on.
I’m hoping to have my next story and Then His Husband Came Home up by the end of the weekend, but here’s a short excerpt of what I’ve got so far:
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He holds my gaze for a moment before brushing his lips gently against mine. I can barely feel him and yet…
We’ve been dating for almost a year, his kiss shouldn’t still be taking my breath away, but it does. His lips are intoxicating and his touch leaves me owned. My hand reaches around his neck and I pull him harder to me, my mouth opens for his tongue and he takes full advantage of my invitation. He pushed me further into the sofa, my back arching to meet him as he slides a hand under my T-shirt, pulling it impulsively from my jeans, the cool air against my lower back makes me shiver, he grinds himself against me, pushing my thighs apart with his knees. Today is going to be his day to have his way with me; I’m more than happy to submit. I’ll turn the tables on him later.
His mouth works hungrily down my neck and over my collar bone, my shirt is jerked up, exposing my pecs. He’s impatient. His hunger made me horny as fuck, and horny for a fuck. I pull his head to my chest.
“Suck my tit.” I hadn’t meant to sound so desperate.
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More to cum, I promise…
Bob Coxwell - erotica 
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