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Here is what I have so far for my first unexpected experience of co-writing erotica with a fan of mine. We'll call her Claudia. She facebook messaged me one night saying she'd written the first part of a fantasy she'd had about the two of us having sex. However, she'd also included a bit of dress-up.

Claudia would send me sections of our piece and I would edit a bit or add sections of my own. She'd then read and write from that and return it, back and forth. I had another fan on facebook tell me she could see an erotica book in my future of collaborative material like this.

Enjoy: 

A velvety red corset top laid flat against my chest, forcing my breasts up and out-- full and commanding attention. Black accents and trim adorned the red bodice. My slim waist was met with a short skirt which flared up around my hips, thanks to the black tool skirt peeking out from underneath. My ensemble was complete with a little red satin cape and matching luxurious hood up over my long black hair.

Before creeping into the room, I checked my black fishnet stockings, just to make sure they had stayed up. I'd left my red panties in the drawer. The feeling of bare between the thighs combined with the anticipation had already started making me warm and wet down there. Careful to make sure my red high heels didn’t make any sounds, I crept over to a chair by the bed.  Eric was napping and I didn’t want to wake him yet… He looked so incredibly sexy in his black t-shirt and underwear. I loved sitting there, a living surprise package with red bows and everything, and him blissfully unaware. Then other thoughts took the place of those - how kissable his mouth looked. I imagined running my hands up under his shirt to feel up the contours of his bare chest, his back, his shoulders. I love beards and couldn't wait to feel how his trimmed jawline would feel against my freshly shorn mound and wet vulva. Then, with the thought of his tongue slipping inside me, a sharp pang of need hit me hard. Thoughts of sucking Eric's very hard cock fueled my lust, made my mouth water and sex pulse with that familiar feminine swelling.

I couldn't help it. My legs seemed to spread on their own and I answered my urge by licking my fingertips, dipping them into my wet vag, and drawing slow circles around my clit. Before long the strokes got a bit faster after I'd pulled my clit hood back by my fleshy mons. I gave her a non-stop rush of erotic pleasure till she was rock hard too. I wanted to be sure to make myself good and wet for Eric before daring to let any sex sounds escape either pair of my lips. He must have heard my muted soft moans or the wet sounds my pussy made because he opened an eye slightly, just enough to peek. I didn’t let on that I knew. I didn’t want to take any notice of him just yet.
 

He growled an approval in that sexy, deep voice of his. It sent the butterflies zooming in my stomach and made me ache for him even more. “Miss Riding Hood, is it?”
 

She played coy, “OH! I didn’t see you sleeping there, Big Bad Wolf!”
 

He grinned, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll eat you?”

“No.” I stood up, letting him get the full effect of my costuming, my hourglass waist.  I smiled at him sweetly as I walked the few steps to the edge of the bed-- licking my vulva-moistened fingertips. “I was hoping you would.”  I climbed up on the bed and sat my pretty, round ass and soaked pussy down on his face. I have sex with women too. I know how hot the feel of feminine curves against my mouth and face is. I looked down between my legs straddling his neck. I told him to drink from my pussy right after reaching back down to lift my clit hood and drive my clitoris crazy. I get really wet. Sometimes too wet. Sometimes I like Eric to wipe his cock off with a towel next to the bed so I can feel more while he pussyfucks me. Eric glued his full lips to my opening and suctioned my vagina's open mouth rhythmically. We stared into each others' brown eyes and I kept rubbing clit. I saw his eyes dart occasionally to take in my body and image rising before him. After a minute or so, I heard him swallow big and make an "mmmm" sound that transformed into another growl. He swallowed again-- the rest of my juices in his mouth.

"Do you like my pussycum, Mr. Wolf?" 

He growled again, in assent, and gripped my soft asscheeks-- hard, like he owned them. I kept rubbing my clitoris; so turned on, flattered, thrilled, all of that, from his hunger for my sexfluids and body. From the feeling of my ass getting gripped by the strong, desirous hands of a masculine male I trust. I didn't want it to ever stop. My clit taking it all and my ass squeezed and kneaded at the same time. Like I was jilling off to this handsome man feeling me up so thoroughly. I was. I admit it. My orgasm was building....

--Fin

[i]For those new to my blog: I write on my and others' sex life, in erotica form, because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible. It so often lights a desire to "Want to do that. Feel that." A want to learn how to have better sex through sex advice, sex education from a sex coach maybe for the first time in their lives. I also intend to present to my readers the reality of great sex at any level of sophistication. I'm referred by a sex therapist sometimes, but I don't do sex therapy. I'm a sex life consultant. I teach and I do.[/i]
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