You unfasten his pants and they drop to the floor around his feet. Your hand slides into his briefs, and you grab his hardening dick. “Mmmm just like I remember it.” You murmur. He sucks your nipple harder as you grip his shaft.
First off, let me explain what this story is.
I’m inviting other erotic writers to show what they can do on my Substack page. It is part of my evil plan to take over the whole of Substack with erotica! If anyone is interested in being my next guest, read this post, then DM me xxx
My thirty-fourth guest writer is Oli Trollgora with an unusual second-person viewpoint. But I’m sure you’ll agree it works well for erotica.
If you have ever read Choose Your Own Adventure, you’ll be familiar with it. I have a set of 50+ stories on here tied together like that. It brings you right into the action, which is where we want erotica to take us right? xxx
Let’s start with an interview…
Tell us a little about yourself…
I’m a old guy in his late 50’s who works for the government, takes care of his family, and tries to be active in my church and community. I’m divorced (have been for almost 30 years now), and focused on just doing what needs done.
What are your stories normally about?
Right now, I am specifically working on a series of books about Dwarves and Goblins. It came from a fantasy story I wrote where generations had passed since the wars ended and the goblins were pushed out or destroyed. Rumors, legends, and myths arose about them. I then wanted to backtrack and talk about the ‘Days of Peace’ when both cultures worked together, followed by the collapse, invasions, destruction, pauses, and eventual total control. But that is a series of fantasy novels inspired by patterns of human history. As for my erotica and adult stories, I paused writing them after my father passed away in April. Writing about lose, destruction, and recovery seemed better. Maybe at some point I will return to erotica.
What inspired you to write erotica?
Originally it came from sexting sessions with online performers. It sort of gets boring sexting the same old thing ‘meet, get naked, have sex, etc’ so instead, years ago, I started sexting ‘We meet in a cafe...’, ‘We are in a cabin....’, or ‘what setting would you like?’ and did slow build up sexting session. Soon they told me I should write stories, so I started originally posting stories on Only Fans. That lasted about a year or so, and then I got kicked off for trying to promote my story collections on Amazon (a violation of OF TOS). I moved to Medium and Substack.
How much of what you write is from lived experience?
In my erotic tales, most of it is fantasies of what I wished would have happened if the marriage hadn’t fallen apart. My fictional couple in my ‘Couple’s Tales’ is inspired by discussions I had with my family, but the activities are mostly fantasies. What is ironic, is in my current ‘dwarf and goblin’ stories, I am taking more from my real life and modifying it so it fits the stories.
You are picking up coffee at a local coffee house, after finishing working out, and still wearing your form fitting yoga pants, sports bra, and a zip-up sweatshirt. While standing in line, there’s a voice you haven’t heard in years. “Is that you? You look amazing.” The voice belongs to an ex-lover.
The last time you saw him, you had a different job, you didn’t have a good workout routine, and were a different person. The barista calls your name and you grab your coffee.
“Do you have to run off? Once my coffee is ready, can we sit and catch up?” He asks. You think it over and agree.
You pick an outside table, because the weather is nice. As you sit down, you feel the morning breeze, sip your coffee, and lower the zipper on your sweatshirt, showing your cleavage.
You look at him still in line. The years haven’t changed him, much. You wonder if he’s still good with his tongue.
As he walks towards you, you sip your coffee and imagine him naked. You have a devilish smile on your face as he sits down. You share some small talk, and his gaze goes to your breasts from time to time. He licks his lips remembering your hard nipples. “My place is nearby, if you want?” You agree and follow in your car.
You pull up to an apartment and follow him inside. With the door closed, he kisses you passionately. He’s unbuttoning his shirt as you unzip and remove your sweatshirt, dropping it to the floor. You feel his hands on your breasts as he slides his fingers, up under your sports bra, and slips it above your breasts. “Your breasts are smaller than I remember, but your nipples are still so beautiful.” He says. His hands caress them, then he licks your left nipple and sucks it.
You unfasten his pants and they drop to the floor around his feet. Your hand slides into his briefs, and you grab his hardening dick. “Mmmm just like I remember it.” You murmur. He sucks your nipple harder as you grip his shaft.
He switches to your right nipple and sucks it hard. Your hand slowly strokes his dry cock. You notice the couch and move to it. You push him down. Then get down, so you can lick and suck his cock so it’s slick with your saliva.
The mushroom shaped tip feels good in your mouth as you suck it and lick up and down. Your hand grabs the base, and the other hand plays with his hairy balls.
He pinches your nipples as you suck him harder. You feel his fingers pull them firmly.
You want him to eat your pussy. Standing up, you quickly pull off your yoga pants and wet panties.
You grab his head and press his face against your pussy. He grabs your ass cheeks. His fingers grip your toned glutes, as you feel his tongue hungrily lick your pussy lips.
He licks quick and hard. You press his face against you. “Suck my clit.” You say as you feel his tongue lick around it. You feel that familiar suction as he firmly sucks your clit. You feel a lubed thumb rubbing your wet pussy lips. He rubs hard and quick. You pull his hair in pleasure.
“Put that dick inside of me.” You say with an urgent tone in your voice. He moves and has you get on the couch on your hands and knees. You grip the hand rest as he slams his prick into from behind. Feeling this thick cock going deep in you.
He grab your hips as he fucks you hard and fast. That’s what you want. Just a quick hard fuck. One of his hands moves under you and rubs your clit as he rails you hard.
“Yes, rub it, fuck me. Spank my ass.” He smacks your ass cheek sharply. The quick pain feels good, as he rubs your clit hard. You hump back against his cock. You are going to cum. You press back harder against him as you feel your orgasm.
You get off the couch and sit on your knees. “Jerk off and cum on my tits, like they do in porn.” He stands before you, and strokes himself, slick with your juices. He looks down at you and strokes. He pumps his hairy dick until he dribbles cum on your tits. You lick and suck the cum off of his hard dick. He’s sweating and breathing hard.
You stand up, kiss his cheek. “Thanks. I needed that.
you say. You quickly dress. “You can shower here. I can make you some coffee or breakfast.” he says.
“No thanks. I got what I need. I need to go. Bye, maybe I’ll see you again.” You quickly leave so you can go home and shower, in your own shower. As you drive off you think “I don’t need him back in my life.”
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