Female 40+ divorced seeking co-author

[mrshump]

I enjoy writing erotic short stories and would like to co-write a few with another Lit member, male or female.

My writing style is detailed and descriptive, the erotic aspect can be as conventional or taboo as we choose. I prefer to set this fiction in Victorian England.

Google hangouts is the medium I use. Adding a component to the story may take a day or two, so you must have the time to wait.

If this appeals to you pm me with a proposed story line and I shall reply.

 

[Smoothshavendad]

I enjoy writing erotic short stories and would like to co-write a few with another Lit member, male or female.

My writing style is detailed and descriptive, the erotic aspect can be as conventional or taboo as we choose. I prefer to set this fiction in Victorian England.

Google hangouts is the medium I use. Adding a component to the story may take a day or two, so you must have the time to wait.

If this appeals to you pm me with a proposed story line and I shall reply.

So pretty!!!

 

[53MClassyNaughty]

would enjoy co-writing

Hi,

I like the idea of co-writing, and have thought about it... I've written one story and you can see it thru my profile I believe, if not, let me know and I'll figure out a different way..

I've never used google hangouts, but am completely willing to set up an account to interact with you.

I look forward to hearing from you,

 

[53MClassyNaughty]

story

https://www.literotica.com/s/inside-sylvia

 

[Esslemont]

Just a blurb....sorry no planning.

Victorian England

The house nestled serenely between a sun kissed brook, which sparkled like diamonds with the promise of a large spring catch, and a field which was ripe for harvest.

Rows upon rows of wheat, heavy with seed, swayed lazily, needing to be relieved of its wealth.

The family prepared for the work. The season to prepare for winter’s malice was short. The work was backbreaking. The reward....unknown, until the harvest and the brook trout were caught.

He stood resolutely immobile while his gaze wandered his land....
His land! No longer a serf but a landowner. Fists clenched in determination he vowed to make his family happy and prove that the Duchess had been right when bestowing such an honour....

 

[gldflcn]

I enjoy writing erotic short stories and would like to co-write a few with another Lit member, male or female.

My writing style is detailed and descriptive, the erotic aspect can be as conventional or taboo as we choose. I prefer to set this fiction in Victorian England.

Google hangouts is the medium I use. Adding a component to the story may take a day or two, so you must have the time to wait.

If this appeals to you pm me with a proposed story line and I shall reply.

Very lovely....love the red hair

 

[Esslemont]

Impatience

Sixday:His fingers tapped on the reins as he looked down upon the event that had not been his idea.

SHE had said that her transgressions warranted a punishment. That an honourable aristocrat must provide a gracious and honest comportment to the lower classes.

His fingers drummed an ever increasing tempo on the reins.

The charger...sensing his master's impatience 'whuffed' and tossed its head. Feeling the steel will of the person astride its wide back.

"You only need to present your bottom for one stroke Milady." he heard his flustered page say, "there truly isn't a need to expose your bottom."

Now, here he was, waiting for this to end so that he could reach the Earl's estate in the prescribed time.

The square was crowded. She had asked for a public flogging...he had told her that was outrageous. The punishment need only fit the crime....

But she had pursued this, head in submission, as she had approached him in the garden where he had first received the Earl's correspondence.

Fourday: She had put the damn belt on again...she was thorough in her role when she needed punishment. The key she would give to him and she would demand that only her complete absolution of wickedness be achieved that she would get it back.

As she was gliding forward, she was a very lithe and slim woman, the gentle breeze carried her scent to him. Feminine. Strong. Heady. He was reminded of the Ancient Woods that surrounded his Fiefdom.

Arousing him, and yet still he cannot stop this to play games. His Lord required response.

His eyes caught the sight of moisture as the afternoon sun glistened off an exposed thigh through the robe that she had adorned in supplication...it ran from under the metal belt and down two legs that were slowly becoming soaked.

The gentle breeze increased its desire to seduce him..

Not sure if you've selected..but I am staking my claim to be that person to help you reach plateaus of naughtiness while being borne up on the wings of whispers...

 

[Specula]

i AM INTERESTED. I would write on the deliberate and planned corruption of a mature married woman

 

[Esslemont]

Gotta keep trying Mrs.

Does that fit better?" she asked.
With a grunt and lift of the hips to change position he replied with a yes and continued his work.

Standing,with her legs spread across his laid out body he did not have much room to maneuver. It was already a tight fit, and he could just get his hands up from his waist into the hole.

Her hands were working feverishly...up and down, covered in days of accumulated buildup, trying to achieve the release that they both so desperately needed.

Moisture dripped onto his face...'What was she doing up there?' he wondered, as a bead of moisture ran into his mouth.

He became aware when the moisture became more frequent, coating his face in warmth, that there was very soon going to be a dam break.

He raised his tool up from the prone position that it rested against his chest on,
and brought it to the hole. They were meeting in the middle now. His upward thrusts, breaking through all barriers, her downward pushes causing the trickle to become a stream...both were panting heavily now, immersed in their role, she with her body above him and he with his tool below.

Then with a sound like air being sucked in, feeling the push on his tool, the dam broke.

Moisture poured onto him, causing him to writhe in his position, in that tight spot with her up above.

It tasted soapy?

Guess that's what to expect when you're clearing a clogged drain.

 

[Kamita]

My name is Anne Lister and this is my diary. I come from a large family with many brothers and sisters. My father fought with the 10th of Foot in the War of Independence and we then settled in Yorkshire. I am also known as Gentleman Jack and some believe that I was the first ever lesbian recorded in history.


Everyone one knows that in the 1830's sexuality was not something to be openly addressed. 'Lie back and think of England' was the advice given to young ladies about to be betrothed. Well, I was not the average young lady as I found out when I went to church one Sunday morning. I arrived early and the only other person present was a pretty girl by the name of Annie who was arranging the flowers. Her father was the village farrier. Annie and I began to talk we got along very well. She was inquisitive and curious about many things - just as I was - and we laughed a great deal. At one point we became very close and looked deeply into each others eyes. It seemed we were drawn together almost by some magnetic force which want to draw our bodies ever closer. We were on the point of a kiss when the Reverend Jackson's heavy boots could be heard approaching and the moment was lost. But not for ever...….

 

[Well_hung_Well_off]

Victorian Erotica

I’m intrigued.....I’d love to co-author an erotic tale....I’ve tried numerous times with no takers. I’ve written edited and suggested. If still interested, pm me...

Look forward to hearing something positive...

 

[tedsbeds]

I enjoy writing erotic short stories and would like to co-write a few with another Lit member, male or female.

My writing style is detailed and descriptive, the erotic aspect can be as conventional or taboo as we choose. I prefer to set this fiction in Victorian England.

Google hangouts is the medium I use. Adding a component to the story may take a day or two, so you must have the time to wait.

If this appeals to you pm me with a proposed story line and I shall reply.

PM sent... But didn't we meet once, at the pub that overlooks the marina where I kept my boat?

 

[mrshump]

I am deserted by my husband who turns out to be a cad who spent out fortune on wine, whores and gambling. Left on the streets of London with my 18 year old daughter I search for anyone who will take me in and give me a meal. Desperate, cold, wet and hungry I await my fate.

 

[Sam3501]

I am new to this site and have only written one story. I have not posted it yet. I'm not that good but if you are interested in working together I will send it to you and if you think it is ok we can make it a better story together. It isn't a vic Victoria story but maybe it could be with your help.

 

[long4phun]

I felt the streets of London yield themselves to my fine custom tailored shoes and Savile Row suit as I strode through the West End. I was a master of my part of this universe and anything here could be mine for the asking.
Down an alley of the discarded refuse of the elite... an intriguing desperation caught my eye... two female forms, whose damp clothes cling to their revealing form stir some combinations desire and disdain deep inside me...

 

[Discoverer]

Awaken Her

Just sent my PM. A sexless marriage, a frustrated husband willing to help, and an unexpected twist.

 

[KifKef]

I am deserted by my husband who turns out to be a cad who spent out fortune on wine, whores and gambling. Left on the streets of London with my 18 year old daughter I search for anyone who will take me in and give me a meal. Desperate, cold, wet and hungry I await my fate.

Every red blooded males dream, a mother and daughter triangle. Go upstairs, undress to your goddesses and await your fete whilst I fill a bath with hot soapy water...

 

[mrshump]

Happy thoughts

My boobies need attention!