Customised Erotic fiction

Writing erotic fiction is a  habit of mine. I find myself writing out little fantasies, things that stroke my fancy. I post some of them under a nom de plume on a fanfiction website. And it occurred to me that some of you might like to read my erotic stories.

So why am I doing this?

Easy answer is, because I want to. I’ve had a few of you ask to see my writing, asking if I wrote erotic fiction. Let’s say that after eleven years, I thought maybe I’m ready to share my writing. Some of these with feature a Mistress, but some could just as easily be read from a switch point of view. (Mistress Ryan as a submissive?)

Custom erotic fiction

For a fee, you can purchase the story, completed to your fantasy.

$15.00 – Text copy of your fantasy, up to three thousand words total, downloaded as .pdf **
$60.00 – Audio version of your fantasy, up to thirty minutes total, downloaded as .mp3^^
$65.00 – Both Audio and Text versions are made available*^

** $50 per one hundred words beyond original two thousand.
^^$10 per additional five minute increment
*^ Any change in the price for the above mentioned product will increase the price of this bundle accordingly.

**For reference, the below written sample takes nine minutes, fourteen seconds to record at one thousand six hundred and forty-eight words.

Can we have the fuckin’ story now?

Oh, fine. If you’re going to be that way about it.

 ####

 

He shivered slightly as he went to his knees in front of her. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen, no idea what she was capable of, beyond what he’d read on the website and learned during his interview. He felt the liquid heat that flowed through his veins as he cast his mind back to his interview; when he’d first met her.

Curiosity was keeping him from turning around. He really wanted to turn around, to run away from this thing inside of him. But he couldn’t ignore the fact that he was having trouble at work and at home because his stress levels were out of control. If he ignored this for much longer, he was going to end up snapping. So, he’d gone to the internet, looking for a professional dominatrix somewhere nearby. His hands shook as he clicked on one of the links that advertised itself as being A Proper Tease. His eyes were filled with her image a heartbeat later and he felt lightheaded as every drop of blood in his body drained down to his cock. He couldn’t remember having been this hard in years, pulsating in time with his heartbeat. He was reaching for his cock even as he clicked his way into her site and found her About Me page.

He skimmed the page, finding words that made his breath catch in his throat. He smiled, genuinely impressed, as he read her descriptions and caught her dry wit. And even through his laughter, his cock continued to pulsate in his hand, thickening beyond what he had ever been. Eagerly he clicked through to her blog, hoping that she kept a journal. The updates were sporadic but intensely thoughtful and on-topic when posted. Her intelligence shone through, along with more of her razor-sharp sarcasm. He was clicking through to her P411 page and entering his own information, instantly verifying his identity so he could book a session.

What had followed was the longest wait of his life. He was half convinced she’d decided not to accept him when he saw the email sitting in his Inbox. A light sweat broke out as he opened the message, and he took a sip of his coffee for his suddenly dry mouth. Her email was warm and inviting, much like she’d seemed from her biography. Two emails later, he’d agreed to meet with her for a coffee at a local café to interview as to whether she’d like to play with him. He’d never had to interview before a date, but he had to admit, it piqued his curiosity. Two clicks back to her website and that fire licked across his nerves as his hand tightened around his cock. He closed his eyes, imagining himself in her service. Three strokes of his cock and every muscle in his body tightened up, cum exploding out of his cock and splattering his stomach and chest. He lay in the chair, exhausted and satisfied, for a good five minutes before his legs remembered they weren’t, in fact, made of gelatin.

Two days later, he was seated across from a woman whose pictures simply didn’t do her justice. She was so much more when you could interact with her in a back and forth conversation. Her voice was like a warm blanket, wrapping itself around your senses, and her wit had him in stitches laughing. He couldn’t help but return the genuine smile that spread across her lips as she opened the gift he’d brought for her (a pound of a local roaster’s beans) and they’d begun their date by discussing coffee. When it came time to order, she ordered for both and he felt a tiny thrill of fear that it would cause everyone to look and know he was a submissive (shut up, it’s his fantasy). When the crowd didn’t start laughing en masse, he let go of the breath he’d been holding and turned back to her, seeing a mischievous smile on her lips. What followed was the most terrifying and intense ninety minutes of his life. As their date continued, she would drop absolutely filthy innuendo into the conversation as casually as she commented on the weather. And she was a very tactile person, so she reached out and touched him quite often, causing his skin to tingle wherever it encountered hers. Her laughter made his cock leak in his trousers, and when she winked at him, he knew she was onto what was happening to him.

When their date ended, she’d smiled and allowed him to embrace her in a hug before they parted ways. He buried himself in work for two days, waiting to hear back if she’d accepted him into her service. Thankfully, those two days were steadily busy but not so much that his stress spiked any higher. When the email came through, he swallowed hard before clicking. And hey, did you know it’s possible for every drop of blood in your body to race down to your cock between one heartbeat and the next? He does. Now, anyway. She’d accepted him.

And that had led to him being here today. When she’d opened the door to her apartment, he’d almost passed out. When they’d met for their date, she was dressed in a very smart dress, fitted but modest. He was aware of her body from having seen her pictures (several times during the wait) but it was something else entirely to see her as she answered the door.

She stood in the doorway to the apartment wearing a black skirt that hugged her from the high waist down to an inch above her knees. A brilliantly emerald green corset top cinched her waist in a gentle curve from hip to waist to bust, forcing her beautiful breasts up invitingly. Sheer black stockings on her legs led down to a pair of black stiletto heels with red soles. He felt under dressed in his suit jacket and dress trousers, like a kid playing dress-up in his father’s suit. She, however, immediately smiled and stepped to the side, inviting him in.

“I’m so glad you could see me. You look delicious,” she’d assured him casually, as though she could sense his fear.

“You look … wow. You look stunning,” he’d managed to stammer out and she granted him another of her genuine smiles. She led the way into a large, tastefully appointed bedroom. She opened the door and invited him to precede her into the room. He turned as he heard her close the door. He was entirely lost in what was happening but his wasn’t scared. It was a comforting sense of trust.

“I’ll let you get freshened up, if you’d like. There’s a bathroom just through there,” she pointed to the far side of the room from where the entrance was located, “and I went ahead and put some items in there for you, should you need them. Once you’re done, just leave your envelope on the table and come join me in the parlour.” She smiled as she tapped her finger on the end table by the door. She closed the door behind her as she left.

Going into the bathroom after placing his envelope by the door, he’d smiled. During their interview, they’d discussed a wide variety of things, almost without thought. They’d covered things like favourite smells to best film. He hadn’t given any thought to it but apparently, she had. A bar of his favourite soap, a small container of his shaving foam, a fresh razor, a small bottle of his aftershave, and a few other generalities, like a fresh toothbrush and toothpaste. He smiled at the generosity, taking the opportunity to freshen himself up. He’d showered before coming by but he did notice there was a fresh towel laid out and what looked like an upscale body wash in the shower that took up half the bathroom. When he was finished rinsing his face, after having brushed his teeth and brushed his hair (he’d found the brush when he’d opened the medicine cabinet and found dental floss, a comb and brush still in their packaging, and even aspirin and acetaminophen.), he brushed at imaginary lint, smoothed any wrinkles in his trousers and headed to the parlour, noticing the envelope had been removed while he was grooming.

She was seated in the room, a pot of coffee on the table in front of her, with two mugs. From the aroma, it was the coffee he’d brought her on their date and he smiled widely that she’d enjoyed the gift. They’d spent ten minutes chatting, this time the dirty innuendo flowed back and forth between them. He’d seen her catch her breath a few times and he’d smiled at being able to score a point against her. And then, a heartbeat later, she’d leaned forward and grasped his chin in her hand, pulling his face directly into hers.

“Go back to your room, strip yourself naked and wait for me, hands behind your back. I feel like inspecting my new toy,” she’d purred in his ear, that British lilt tickling his ears.

He’d managed to keep from running simply because he was a man, damnit. But it was close. He reached the room, carefully stripped his clothes and folded them neatly, placing them on a small chair to the side of the bureau. When he was nude, he stood at parade rest, arms behind his back, clasped at the wrist. And when she’d come into the room, walking around him, he’d felt his body’s response to her ownership already. His heart was slamming in his chest as she easily took control of the scene, touching him where she pleased, kissing him where she wanted.

When she’d pushed him to his knees, he’d had no idea what was going to happen.

He almost came right there.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.