Danielrabbit
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I love erotic literature! It’s the greatest! Much better than historical biographies, or books about trains. Erotic stories are filled with romance and steamy thrills, if you know what I mean. What beats that? I’d read erotic literature all day long if my boss at the aquarium would let me. He says I need to focus around the eel tank. What does he know?
I have also written some erotic stories of my own. None based on my personal life, of course, but pure hot fantasy. This is great stuff! Here’s a sampling of a story I wrote called “Pennies for Dinner”. Tell me what you think:
Stanley Bonker came home hungry. He’d had a hard day of work selling basketballs, and needed something to satisfy his craving. He shook the rain off his jacket, then plopped his wet hat on a brassy hook that jutted from the wall.
“Stacey, I’m home!” he cried. “My sweater’s soaked from the storm, and my stomach is gurgling like a raging beast.” Stanley gripped two locks of his long, flowing hair with hardened fists and squeezed some water out. He let it drip onto the hardwood.
“Dinner’s ready,” Stacey Bonker yelled from the kitchen, “and you’re in for a real treat.” Stacey emerged from the doorway wearing a bright yellow shirt, purple pants, orange gloves, and a neon pink headband (this is how she always dressed when she wasn’t working at Kinko’s). In her hands, she held a covered silver platter.
“How was work today?”, Stacey asked.
“Work was great” Stanley Bonker said, licking his lips. “I sold a million basketballs”. Stanley removed his sweater and sat down at the table shirtless.
“Well, then you deserve this.” Stacey removed the dome cover from the platter revealing: over twenty dollars worth of shiny pennies, fresh from the oven.
“Mmmm, smells delish”, Stanley said.
“It IS delish”, Stacey Bonker said, and scooped a pile onto Stanley’s plate. She gave herself a hot serving, then sat down to start munching. Stanley got as many pennies as he could onto his fork, and shoveled them into his mouth.
“Yum!” Stanley said.
“Yummy!” Stacey said.
“My favorite!” Stanley said. “They’re scrumptious.”
“Yummo!” said Stacey.
“Yummy! I’m trying not to chew even though I want to sooo bad”, said Stanley.
“Yum yum!” said Stacey.
“Num yummy!” said Stanley.
“Yummy yum yum!” said Stacey.
“Yum nums!” said Stanley.
“Yummy!” said Stacey.
END OF PART I
That’s what I have so far. Soon to come—“PART II: Thumbtacks for Snacks”. Also, if you like that story, I have written thousands more. Other titles include: “Night Time Crab-Walking”; “Dirty Ham Omelet”; and “Clown Fight”. Too hot to handle!
Once again, I am glad to have found a group of erotic literature enthusiasts like myself. We will share many bawdy stories (like the one above), and critique each other’s work. I look forward to it! YAY!
Your Erotic Friend,
Daniel Rabbit
I have also written some erotic stories of my own. None based on my personal life, of course, but pure hot fantasy. This is great stuff! Here’s a sampling of a story I wrote called “Pennies for Dinner”. Tell me what you think:
Stanley Bonker came home hungry. He’d had a hard day of work selling basketballs, and needed something to satisfy his craving. He shook the rain off his jacket, then plopped his wet hat on a brassy hook that jutted from the wall.
“Stacey, I’m home!” he cried. “My sweater’s soaked from the storm, and my stomach is gurgling like a raging beast.” Stanley gripped two locks of his long, flowing hair with hardened fists and squeezed some water out. He let it drip onto the hardwood.
“Dinner’s ready,” Stacey Bonker yelled from the kitchen, “and you’re in for a real treat.” Stacey emerged from the doorway wearing a bright yellow shirt, purple pants, orange gloves, and a neon pink headband (this is how she always dressed when she wasn’t working at Kinko’s). In her hands, she held a covered silver platter.
“How was work today?”, Stacey asked.
“Work was great” Stanley Bonker said, licking his lips. “I sold a million basketballs”. Stanley removed his sweater and sat down at the table shirtless.
“Well, then you deserve this.” Stacey removed the dome cover from the platter revealing: over twenty dollars worth of shiny pennies, fresh from the oven.
“Mmmm, smells delish”, Stanley said.
“It IS delish”, Stacey Bonker said, and scooped a pile onto Stanley’s plate. She gave herself a hot serving, then sat down to start munching. Stanley got as many pennies as he could onto his fork, and shoveled them into his mouth.
“Yum!” Stanley said.
“Yummy!” Stacey said.
“My favorite!” Stanley said. “They’re scrumptious.”
“Yummo!” said Stacey.
“Yummy! I’m trying not to chew even though I want to sooo bad”, said Stanley.
“Yum yum!” said Stacey.
“Num yummy!” said Stanley.
“Yummy yum yum!” said Stacey.
“Yum nums!” said Stanley.
“Yummy!” said Stacey.
END OF PART I
That’s what I have so far. Soon to come—“PART II: Thumbtacks for Snacks”. Also, if you like that story, I have written thousands more. Other titles include: “Night Time Crab-Walking”; “Dirty Ham Omelet”; and “Clown Fight”. Too hot to handle!
Once again, I am glad to have found a group of erotic literature enthusiasts like myself. We will share many bawdy stories (like the one above), and critique each other’s work. I look forward to it! YAY!
Your Erotic Friend,
Daniel Rabbit
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