TheNovelist2000
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I’ve been reading erotica for more than a decade, and if you asked me which ones stood out in terms of content, I could easily give you a list. But despite all those years of reading, I’ve hardly come across a story that made me pause and think, “Oh! What a lovely prose.” Maybe I’ve just been reading the wrong ones, or maybe it’s simply the nature of erotica that good prose isn’t often required. In any case, please share in this thread the stories you think have exceptional prose — and, if possible, include a quote from them. Also, share some quotes from your own stories that you think are written well. I would share some of my own here as well.
1. Nikki's First Bull (Second Part)- Yet to be published.
I took Paul’s seat, and we flirted a little, and before we knew it, we were already in the backroom, my hands on her waist, her body pressed against the shelves. We kissed passionately, and even with just the kiss, I felt cathartic. It felt like stretching your legs after a long day of sitting cross-legged on the floor, and it was then I realised the deep ache of desire I had for her.
2. Nikki's First Bull (The First Part)
It was a boyfriend's nightmare: watching the love of his life being fingered in a café in broad daylight, while she did nothing to stop it. Any man with self-respect and dignity would have stormed the table and slapped the guy in the face. But as he had been learning more and more about himself lately, Paul realised he wasn't that man.
3. Two Beauties and the Beast (Still pending)
“Come closer,” I said, adjusting myself as best I could with my wrists still bound to the headboard. The sheets were damp beneath me, my skin sticky with sweat, and the fading heat of what Jason and I had just done still lingered between my legs. I wanted to spare her the pain of witnessing our betrayal, but exhaustion kept my thighs parted.
4. Please Don't Harm My Sister
Quote 1: No matter how perverse and twisted, a relationship existed between us, and my role in it and his perception of me changed constantly. At first, I was an adversary to be defeated, someone who unsettled him. Then, my complete lack of venom and strength reduced me to a victim he exploited for his pleasure. Now, I was slowly becoming something he was most uncomfortable with: an asset to be obsessed over, fretted about, and held onto at any cost.
Quote 2: I found out that underwater was a good place to think about oneself. The silence pressed in gently, like a blanket, muting the noise of the world above. Many thoughts rushed to my head.
What am I becoming? A victim? Just a boy he toys with? Or something else--something softer, more obedient?
1. Nikki's First Bull (Second Part)- Yet to be published.
I took Paul’s seat, and we flirted a little, and before we knew it, we were already in the backroom, my hands on her waist, her body pressed against the shelves. We kissed passionately, and even with just the kiss, I felt cathartic. It felt like stretching your legs after a long day of sitting cross-legged on the floor, and it was then I realised the deep ache of desire I had for her.
2. Nikki's First Bull (The First Part)
It was a boyfriend's nightmare: watching the love of his life being fingered in a café in broad daylight, while she did nothing to stop it. Any man with self-respect and dignity would have stormed the table and slapped the guy in the face. But as he had been learning more and more about himself lately, Paul realised he wasn't that man.
3. Two Beauties and the Beast (Still pending)
“Come closer,” I said, adjusting myself as best I could with my wrists still bound to the headboard. The sheets were damp beneath me, my skin sticky with sweat, and the fading heat of what Jason and I had just done still lingered between my legs. I wanted to spare her the pain of witnessing our betrayal, but exhaustion kept my thighs parted.
4. Please Don't Harm My Sister
Quote 1: No matter how perverse and twisted, a relationship existed between us, and my role in it and his perception of me changed constantly. At first, I was an adversary to be defeated, someone who unsettled him. Then, my complete lack of venom and strength reduced me to a victim he exploited for his pleasure. Now, I was slowly becoming something he was most uncomfortable with: an asset to be obsessed over, fretted about, and held onto at any cost.
Quote 2: I found out that underwater was a good place to think about oneself. The silence pressed in gently, like a blanket, muting the noise of the world above. Many thoughts rushed to my head.
What am I becoming? A victim? Just a boy he toys with? Or something else--something softer, more obedient?