It’s my pleasure to introduce you to the erotica and erotic writing part of my blog. Hopefully you will discover a little pleasure here too.
As well as featuring other, and undoubtedly more amazing, erotic writers here at Cara Sutra in the Erotic Authors Spotlight Series and various guest posts by the likes of multi-award nominated sex writer Voluptasse, I do write my own erotic stories now and then. Some are pure fantasy, some have their roots in reality. Reflecting my own sexual tastes, the erotica I write is varied in theme, depending on the mood I’m in or which particular muse has inspired me at any particular time.
You will find erotica and sexy short stories touching on traditional topics such as vanilla M/F sex, but also fetish inspired stories whether the D/s is M/f or spectacularly Femdom. There are also ageplay based stories where I revel in the taboos of Daddy/babygirl fiction, and lesbian erotica written to attempt to do some sizzlingly hot experiences justice.
Here are just a few examples of the free erotica you can find at Cara Sutra:
“I spread her puffy labia with my fingers, noting the wetness of her arousal leaking out on to my fingertips. I’d waited for so long and I was finally able to taste her. Lowering my head I silently offered a quick prayer to nobody in particular that I’d be good enough, then my tongue tip flashed over her clitoris while my lips sealed a circular kiss around the edges…”
“He was hers now. Putty. Ready to fuck. She’d place serious bets that his cock was straining to salute her dominant assertions; putting her stocking clad leg between his just affirmed that for her. Oh yeah. He was rock hard and HOT.”
“Putting my head down to her I enjoyed her smell with a carnal pleasure. Her hands were in my hair and mine were about her hips, holding her in place for my attentions. I nuzzled her clit through the slippery material, teasing her about what was to come.”
“He likes it more when he has to fight me, when he has to force me to stay still, to fuck me in spite of myself and as he rapes my body with his powerful cock. I wriggle as much as I can, which isn’t much, but the small movements are enough to get him pulsing in my arse.”
“Answer me, slut!” With his free hand he gives a vicious twist to my right nipple. It’s still swollen and tender from the clamps he made me wear through dinner. A bolt of pain arcs from the abused nub down to my engorged clit, transmuting to electric pleasure along the way.
“Ow! Oh…!” He slides a finger along the wet slit between my splayed thighs, then snatches it away.
“What the hell, Max?” she exclaimed, but it wasn’t because of his nudity. She’d seen him naked more times than any other woman.
He stepped into a pair of tight boxer shorts and turned around, preparing himself for the grief he had been hoping to avoid. “What have I done now?” he asked, walking towards the wardrobe and pulling out a pair of dark, shredded jeans.
Slowly I slipped the lemon satin blouse up and over my head then threw it to the ground. My skin blossomed with goose bumps in the cool air. I looked up just as John undid the first button of his shirt. I watched as he revealed his tight, tanned flesh to me inch by sensual inch.
Then he sucked hard and pumped me, once, twice. And I was lost. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak. I fisted his hair, trying to warn him, but it only made him look up at me. His dark eyes and his perfect lips around my cock did me in.
Then he moaned.
I came so fucking hard.
The noises coming from the girls now could make you come just to hear it. It was making my cock surge and pulse listening to them enjoy each other so much. Letting my cock spring free of my boxers, I manoeuvred myself so I was behind the pair of them. I used Raven’s waist to steady me, my hands on her sensational curves, occasionally putting a hand down to guide me in. I needed to be inside my girl first.
As time has gone on, I’ve also delved deeper into gay fiction. It’s fun to get inside the head of a male character and find out what makes him tick, and the only thing better than writing about one gorgeous, sexy man is writing about two. Over the last year, I’ve been writing my first ever series of novels, Lionhearts, which combines gay and paranormal themes in a number of stories about lion shifters and the humans they are destined to take as their mates. This has enabled me to set books in interesting places like Amsterdam (my favourite city outside the one where I live and write, London) and the Champagne region of France.
Time no longer had relevance. There was a time he recalls being locked in this physical and mental cage. He vaguely remembers the drink that made him feel so weak and compliant. He can recollect the smug smile on her face as she led the way down that corridor as he was helplessly, virtually carried along by other slaves. He could also recall the arousal induced by that smile, the click and clack of those sexy high heeled boots as she sauntered along that hard tiled corridor and that derriere that shouted “Woman. Beautiful desirable woman”. There was apprehension and some fear but it was indicative of the power of this woman, that arousal was the sensation he remembers most.
J P Philips describes himself as, “a perfectly ordinary, happily married, forty-something-year-old man who accidentally stumbled upon a talent for erotic writing.” He’s just opened his brand new website, My Darkest Desire, where you can find his entire collection of short stories and novellas.
She’d waxed and tanned and barely dressed, she’d courted darkness’ approach with a stilettoed dash through the twilight between taxi and apartment building, and now she stood facing her work for the evening.
Average, she decided. From the postcode and the cut of the suit trousers he was wearing he definitely had the means to back up his demands. But first impression looks-wise? Average.
It’s over a week since I returned from the annual ETO Show at Birmingham’s NEC and I don’t think I’ve come back to earth just yet. As usual, the ETO Magazine team put on a spectacular adult industry trade show, with a gala dinner and awards presentation in the middle of the two days to celebrate the best in the biz.
He lifted her dress and slid his hand around to her already throbbing clitoris. He stopped only long enough to tear off her flimsy lace panties, then, she almost came immediately his fingers began a slow, rhythmic circling of her moist vulva lips. She almost moaned aloud again but, his other hand on her waist, he again shushed her into silence.
This week’s erotic author in the spotlight is JC Winchester who has written a variety of erotic books and has provided some sexy excerpts for Cara Sutra readers to enjoy! Discover more about this talented erotic author in the feature … Continued