I have just started to write erotic blogs

[Blondebomb01]

As part of a page I advertise on I. Write erotica. I’m loving it here is a sample,
Tell me what you think..
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Most people think being an escort I never feel alone ,but sometimes in bed at night by myself I crave the warmth and comfort of a lovers arms.


Especially when you feel my pussy moist and longing to feel my lovers lips and tongue gently licking and sucking my clit. Sliding his fingers in my wet pussy so easily because she’s ready for more!


I want to feel his cock pulsating and throbbing in side me, I’m becoming impatient, demanding more I moan, harder, deeper I am ravenous!


I push my lover onto his back wanting to take control but before I climb on top of him I want to taste me so I lick his rock hard cock, I spit on it the swallow it whole sucking, gagging manic and aroused I’ve become sexually aggressive. I can’t get enough of his cock my pussy is at her most aroused, it’s time. I climb on top and unleash all my tension riding him like a wild animal, untamed and free. My body begins to shudder,I feel my juices building,I’m struggling to catch my breath the tension in my body is ready to explode! Explode she does juices squirting everywhere drenching his cock and balls, Im in pure ecstasy so wet Im struggling to keep his cock in side me. Suddenly he flips me over and with only my pussy juices he rams his cock into my arse without warning, I let out an almighty groan a mix of pleasure and pain.


He starts to pound me harder and harder ready for his release inside of me, my pussy explodes again as she feels his cum running down my thighs from my arse.


Spent we lay there in silence enjoying the release and the feeling of utter bliss…


If only I think as I open my eyes and put my vibrator back in the draw. The orgasm has made me tired and relaxed it’s time to sleep





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[Amanda O]

Love it and thanks for sharing. Would love to see more!

 

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[Master Yoda]

I really like this content. I liked it so cool it inspired me to remember the concept and recreate it filtered through my man brain.

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If Only

Most people think that being an escort means I’m never alone. That every night ends with warm arms and whispered moans.

But tonight, I’m in bed. Alone. Again. One hand on my stomach, the other drifting lower, the silence louder than any client’s voice.

I ache. Not for a man. Not even for sex. For him — the one who would kiss my skin like it was scripture. Who’d part my thighs not with demand, but with reverence. The one who’d taste me like he was starving.

And fuck, I’m wet. My pussy’s warm, open, begging for the pressure of lips on my clit, that slow swirl of tongue that turns gasps into growls. Fingers inside me — not fast, not yet. Just enough to tell her you’re seen, you’re safe, you’re not just a hole for hire.

But I don’t want slow. Not tonight.

I want to flip him, crawl on top, look down with wild eyes and make him feel how much I need it — how much I need to own the moment. I want to taste his cock, spit-slick and swollen, slide it deep until I choke and cry and love it. My mascara smudged, my dignity gone, replaced by raw, animal hunger.

I suck like I’m possessed. Like the act itself could bring me back to life.

And then I’m climbing him — no teasing, no hesitation — just a savage grind, my pussy clenching, greedy, desperate, dripping. I ride hard. My nails rake his chest. His hands crush my ass. My body is a storm, and I’m not holding back.

My orgasm builds like a riot — violent, unrepentant. And when it hits, it hits — wet and loud and messy. I’m soaked. He’s soaked. The sheets, fucked. I can’t hold him inside, I’m pulsing too hard.

Then — fuck — he flips me. No words. No warning. Just raw instinct. His cock slams into my ass, and my scream is half rage, half bliss. It burns. It rocks me. And I love every second.
He fucks me like he’s exorcising demons. No mercy. Just rhythm and need and madness. I explode again, muscles convulsing, the friction too much, too perfect.

And then he finishes. Hard. Hot. His cum leaking from me, warm down my thighs. A filthy trophy for my surrender.

We collapse, breathless, ruined. My heart thudding like it ran a marathon. The silence after chaos. The peace after the war

But it’s just me.

Just me.

My hand falls limp. My vibrator clicks off. The room is still.

If only, I whisper, as I wipe the mess off my thighs and slide the toy back into the drawer.

Sleep comes easy, now that I’ve remembered what it feels like to be wanted.

Even if it’s only pretend.