I am, at the moment, fairly new to the professional writing business, but am currently employed as a blog writer for a wedding and wholesale flowers company. I aim to provide high quality, informative, accurate and engaging reports and articles, on any subject, and am a highly competent researcher, but my true passion and talent lies in adult fiction. I am free to write any time, and am very organized and work well under pressure, so I'm particularly good at sticking to deadlines.
I have attached an extract from a short, erotic story I have written, so feel free to contact me any time should you need more information or examples. Thank you.
MARIA
The flat is better than she expected - nothing special, but tidily kept. She only catches a glimpse of it though, before he guides her towards the bedrooms open door. This room is plain and simple again, tidy, with a large mirror on one wall, a wardrobe against the other and a double bed in the middle.
The woman makes her way straight to the bed, sits down on the edge, removes her wedding ring and sets it on the bedside table.
When she first began this sordid but satisfying second life, she had tried to hide the fact that she was married from the clients. But pretty quickly she realised that, for most of these men, it's a turn on. So she decided to start making a point of it, because in all honesty it turns her on too.
The man removes his jacket and sits next to her - close, but not too close. Speaking for the first time he asks
"Do you love your husband?"
She replies with a short, monotone "Yes."
"Is he the one who makes you do this?"
"No."
"Then why?"
She turns her head to face him, and with a shameless desire in her eyes, replies
"Because having this dirty little secret makes me wet. I like to finger myself while I think about what a filthy whore I am."
He shifts slightly, trying to hide the raging hard-on this has given him. She interrupts his movement by placing her hand on his rock hard crotch and rubbing slowly but firmly. With her other hand she deftly removes her thong and begins playing with herself, biting down hard on her bottom lip.
By this point, her skin is practically tingling and aglow with the feeling of being alive, and the more she plays with his cock, and the harder she rubs herself, the more she feels.
The man stands up suddenly and starts tugging at his belt, his hands shaking with urgency. The woman, hastened by carnal need, clambers onto the bed on her hands and knees, turning to face the mirror on the wall so that she can watch this dirty, shameless side of herself in full action.
The man stands behind her, his trousers and pants around his ankles. He places one hand firmly on the back of her neck, pushing her head down hard and pinning her to the bed, and with the other, slips two fingers into her already dripping wet cunt.