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E-WORD - written eros
This folder is for written erotica.
Poems, Stories, Haiku, Narratives and Vverse.
All written erotica that climaxes in sexual expression in some form or fashion is welcome.
They Say French Women Don't Get Fat
They say French women don’t get fat.
She isn’t fat, not really – just a little chunky or chubby or maybe pleasantly plump.
Not fat, but she has a beautiful little tummy, the result of so much delicious bread and the hormonal ravages of puberty which will always play wonderfully fun tricks on the bodies of young people. She has just turned 22, so puberty is behind her as are the days when she had a flat stomach. No more of that. At least not without dieting and exercise.
And she had grown a bit too lazy for exercise. And dieting meant she could not indulge her appetites for delicious foods.
The sand slips through the hourglass, and ahead of her, who knew what wonders await! Perhaps even more of a tummy from love, from comfort, from loss of love, from marriage, from pregnancy, from grief, from aging, from the gluttony of life itself.
Her alluring figure is like an hourglass where the middle bulges out just a bit too much. Her
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this moonlit night
the naked swim
in waters now
your lust fulfill
the plunging hand
the flesh aroused
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Commission : The Seductive Bartender
Right as I was lining up the shot, my vision got blurry.
I really shouldn't drink this must during my shift.
What else is there to do though?
As I can see the ball clearly again, slowly pulling my cue back,
"SAMANTHA! BEER!", their coarse voices ringing in my ears.
It used to be fun in here, or at least I thought so.
But after five years in this shady pub I guess I just don't care anymore.
I let out a deep sigh as I rest my cue on the pool table, heading towards them.
Why do I even stick around, serving disrespectful sexist nutjobs?
Well, the money is good and the tips are even better.
How ironic, they think that they are in control, throwing their money at me.
This is actually still one of the fun parts of this job,
a man's need to show off his masculinity.
I hop in the bar, open the freezer, picking up an ice cold mug.
Feeling the breeze sends these kind of vibes through my body.
I close my eyes, living in the moment, enjoying the cool, refreshing wave reaching my skin.
The Capture of Ishtar
He waiteth there
at freedoms shore
The sun doth arise
on all he doth adore
The curve of Venus
he standeth at her door
In his presence
For his majestic sword
Has risen now
All worlds that are at war
For her curves
Upon the bed
Now his desire, it is sure
At full measure
Like a ram at the city gates
His thrusting arousal
His desire permeates
he slowly slips
As he slowly slips deep inside
Rigid form in softness confide
Penetrating souls eyes to eyes
Slowly filling she feels his prize...
The scent of female power
She stands before you naked
In her body and her mind
Her open soul she cannot fake it
Scent of female power primed
You rise before her wonder
As precious as Euphrates mined
As you sit and as you worship
You search her face to find
Now you kneel as you witness
The opening of a flower divine
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Making Out In the Street
A sharp pain travels through my body as we go.
All these hours of walking up and down the city streets are making me weak.
Lost in my thoughts, almost ready to faint, I just keep going,
running miles in empty lanes.
I slowly doze off again as the moonlight hits the ground,
a bright reflection shining on our faces.
We just walk and walk, no talking, unable to break the ice.
All of this, the city, the lights, the moon,
they seem so enchanting, peaceful.
My head slowly tilts towards him, minute by minute.
As we touch, I can feel a jolt.
He turns around, looking at me deep in the eyes,
holding my hands in his.
He points at a bench just right on the pavement next to us.
With my hands still is his he gently pulls me there.
How romantic, how nice, how cute.
It did take him some time but the first move is the hardest one.
He sweeps the seats and points at them,
waiting for me to go first.
I slowly descend, pulling my dress down, cheeks fully red.
The light of the moon shines on m
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My Kinky Roommate [NSFW Ending Optional]
Cottonwood seeds flying everywhere.
Wind blowing gently as the train slowly comes to a stop.
I am finally here.
A sense of freedom fills my heart.
Listing up as an exchange student wasn't that bad of an idea after all.
I get up. Awkward little steps to the end of the wagon,
waiting for the line to move, little by little.
I can see Jenny waving at me through the window as I go.
What a nice girl, letting me stay at her house.
Snapping out of it, I realise I have reached the storage area.
Cold sweat runs down my spine as I keep on looking through the bags.
Small, big, red, yellow, blue, but none of them mine...
Tears start running down my face, despair taking over.
What am I going to do in a foreign country without my suitcase?
Some time passes, me lying on the floor, sobbing.
Through my blurry eyes, I can see a familiar figure.
"Anna? Are you alright? What happened?", said Jenny,
kneeling next to me, taking me in her embrace.
I rest my head on her chest, sobbing, trying to
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Mistress of the Video Game Store
Wind rushing through my body as I go.
Drops of water running down my back and chest,
hair still soaking wet from the morning bath.
My name is Rania, I work at a video game store
and I am late once again, dashing like crazy,
barely able to catch a breath.
How did I end up here though?
I have a doctorate in engineering,
but am somehow picking games for young people who idolize me.
Hm! Maybe it is not that bad anyway.
All the attention sure feels nice,
although it can get messy at times.
There was this one guy who literary stalked me for days.
He was obsessed. Waiting outside my apartment in the morning,
lurking in the store the whole day.
I guess the creepiest part is that he never made a move,
just vanished one day.
People who come here, they are all more or less the same.
They love their games and that is what binds us.
The problem in this whole situation is that the owner of the store
has basically been using me as his mascot, an object,
and that is what many of those pe
Another hard day of work comes to an end.
I feel exhausted, my whole body aches.
Ever since I got promoted I chose to sleep it off.
It really has been way too long since I had some time to myself.
Whatever happened to all the manicures, pedicures and massages? Am I letting go?
I need to let off some steam. Every one of my muscles is stiff from this office job.
Checking my phone I see my friends talking about the best massage of their life.
Sounds exactly like what I would need right now, but I don't really have time for it.
How sad! Spending years of my life trying to get that promotion and ending up with nothing.
My lust for self satisfaction becomes even stronger.
The ride home adds to my already unbearable exhaustion.
It feel likes I have reached my limits.
I step into my apartment, kicking the heels off of my feet as I walk down the corridor.
Throwing the keys on the table, bag on the couch. Same old routine.
Just standing there for a minute, letting my feet cool off
Mature contentTouching Myself Inevia 86 132
I was taught to fear the unknown. We all are.
Told not to give in to my impure urges, the darkness.
Never was one to obey but the point still stands.
If all of this, the immoral thoughts, the carnal desires,
if they are all wrong, why do they feel so good?
Almost heavenly one could say.
Exploring that dark, forbidden side of yourself,
it excites you, sets you free.
Are we just a bunch of sinful animals,
giving in to our unholy instincts?
Or are we truly liberating ourselves,
reaching new highs of sensual enlightenment?
Bad Day Turns Naughty
I used to laugh when someone used the phrase, "worst day of my life".
Today, I got to experience that day and it sure doesn't seem like a joke.
Everything appeared normal until mid-day. That was when it all began.
My life, falling apart, piece by piece, brick by brick,
seeing it all crumble before my eyes.
My supervisor called me in his office. He never called me in his office before.
It seemed like it could go both ways. I chose to be positive. So foolish.
It was my last day at the firm. I was being fired.
Everything I took for granted, the stable job, the lifestyle, all gone.
I was shocked. My heart was racing. I left his office with a dead look on my face.
A void. Pure nothingness. I felt empty, like I didn't have a purpose anymore.
I slowly packed my things, still stiff from the recent news.
If that wasn't bad enough, as I exited the building the sky went grey.
It started raining like there was no tomorrow. Such a cliche.
Felt like I was in a movie. Girl's life turns
Felt like an ordinary July morning.
It was still dark while I was taking off my clothes.
The sand was still wet from yesterday's tide.
The first sun rays hit right before I dove in.
The sea, the sky. Everything was so quiet, calm...
I like coming to the beach before the sun rises,
so I can be alone, just me, my thoughts and the sea.
Feels so ecstatic. Knowing that you are exposed,
waves hitting your bare body.
Letting the sun touch you where you wouldn't others.
Everything was silent, stale. That until he came along.
I didn't notice him at first. There wasn't enough light.
But then, as the sky got brighter, I saw his figure form.
I don't think he knew I was there. Just sitting down, looking at the sky.
He got up, took his shirt off. I felt strange.
Sun rays hitting his fit sculpted body.
I wasn't scared. I knew what I wanted. I knew I had to have it.
He started heading my way. That was when he realised.
Realised that he was not alone.
Boy was he in for a
I Want Him One More Time
All I can think about is him.
My fingers running down his skin.
He was so fierce and rough and wild,
but still so kind on the inside.
I know I said "Just for one night",
but I can't get him off my mind.
He was so fierce and rough and wild,
but I want to feel it one more time...