The short samples are taken from stories based upon the given situations. However, the entirety of the pieces written about the situations are not included. Why not? Because it is better, when learning to write erotic literature, to be guided towards the right path, not pushed. The samples allow the writer to get a feel for what the particular situation is seeking. Once the writer knows this, she can either continue from the point at which the sample ends, or begin an entirely new piece based on the given situation.
I sincerely hope that these situations and samples will be helpful to you in your pursuit of writing erotic literature. Please do not hesitate to contact me with any thoughts, questions, comments, suggestions, ideas, or complaints, at GovernmentLover@hotmail.com.
SAMPLE RESPONSES
Erotic Situation #1:
Two young virgins, 18, who have been a couple for awhile but have never "done the nasty," have decided to succumb to their lust--live, via webcam! Describe, in great erotic detail, what occurs during this deflowering.
"Cedric," Mia whispered, in a tiny yet hopeful voice, "do you think ... could it be ... is tonight 'the night'"?
"Yes," Cedric replied, his eyes sweeping over her young, nubile, naked body in a possessive manner, "Tonight is the night when we finally succumb to sweet temptation."
"Oh, Cedric!" With those words, Mia fell into his arms.
She began to fumble with the buttons to his jeans, and he thrust his still-contained penis at her willing, eager hands.
"Hurry," he implored.
"I'm trying!" she shot back, "but the button's stuck!"
"Oh, no!" Cedric moaned, looking towards the webcam. "Several million people, expecting to see a mutual deflowering. Instead they see you trying--and failing!--to get me out of my pants!"
"Got it!" Mia exclaimed with delight, ripping out the button and letting the pants fall to the floor.
Cedric wore nothing beneath them.
Mia drew in her breath sharply and gave him a coy look from beneath her lashes. "Well, well. If they were expecting a magnificent show of epic proportions, then I know they won't be disappointed tonight!"
You can now work on continuing this piece, or you can create your own piece, with your own characters and style, from the same prompt.
Erotic Situation #2:
A young virgin finds herself at the entrance to a giant, creepy castle, as lighting fills the sky and thunder fills her ears. She enters the castle. What erotic delights does she find within as she confronts the master of the castle?
Seraphina was surprised to see such a large, beastly man standing before her in the master bedroom!
"What are you doing here?" the forceful young lady demanded.
"I could ask you the same thing," growled the fearsome intrudor, "seeing as how this is my home, and you are a trespasser here!"
"Oh." Seraphina visibly shrank bank. "I'm terribly sorry. I-I never meant to intrude. It's just that I'm stranded here, and there's a storm outside." At his menacing stare she shrank back even further into the depths of her cloak. "Please don't hurt me. I only sought shelter. I am but a poor traveler who has been felled due to the unpredictability of the weather, as all travelers have throughout time!"
The large man began to circle around her, watching her sharply. It was almost as though he had the instincts of an animal, she thought. Feline grace, the fine plumage of a peacock, the intelligence of a dog. It was all there, in him. It made her feel ... odd, somehow. Tingly, in a place that her mother had told her to ignore. A place that she feared, because she didn't know it at all. A place deep inside her, that tingled now, in his presence.
And then, suddenly, he was on her, kissing her. She gasped, allowing his tongue to invade her mouth, as she had invaded his castle. Only, his visit was not unwelcome. She melted in his arms, aware of the wrongness of what she was doing; aware of the utter rightness of what she felt.
When his lips finally left hers, after a long while, he looked down into her eyes and spoke in a clear, refined--if husky--voice, unlike the growl of a few minutes earlier.
"You may stay the night," he told her suggestively, "and beyond. On one condition--you must sleep not only in my room," he told her, a glint in his eyes as his gesture swept the master bedroom, "but in my bed, as well. With me!"
After this pronouncement, he stood still. Too still.
Did he fear rejection--or acceptance, Seraphina wondered.
Not that it mattered. She had no where else to go.
So, being the courageous young woman that she was, she took a bold leap into a dark abyss.
"Yes," she replied, masking her unbridled mix of emotions--fear, lust, madness, and something else--beneath a calm exterior. "I will sleep with you, in your bed."
She took that last, final step--straight into the embrace of the beast.
You can now work on continuing this piece, or you can create your own piece, with your own characters and style, from the same prompt.
Erotic Situation #3:
A rich, jaded woman of 30+ years has just taken a new, virile young lover, aged 18-20. Describe, in great erotic detail, how the young, eager lover is able to teach something about life, love, and/or sex, to the experienced jade.
Justin's teacher was incredibly hot.
Her name was Ms. Byrd, and she was tall, with long legs that went on forever, and blond, with long, silky hair that made him hard just to look at it.
Which was why he was so ecstatic when she told him bluntly, one day after class, that she wanted him to be her lover.
"You're 18," she told him, her eyes fixated on his crotch, "Which makes it perfectly legal for us to be together--even though I am your teacher." A coy smile reached her lips. "So ... how would you feel about our little extra credit assignment, hmm?" At that very moment, her long, elegant foot was slowly gliding up and down the back of his calf.
"I'd love to!" he exclaimed, filled with youthful eagerness.
Ms. Byrd smiled. "I'll see you at my place, then, tonight at ten."
"Sure thing, Ms. Byrd!" he said as he set off to his next class.
"Oh, Justin," she called after him, a note of amusement in her voice.
He turned around as the bell rang, signalling that he was late for his next class.
Not that he cared.
"Yes, Ms. Byrd?"
"Please, don't call me Ms. Byrd when we're naked, hot, and sweaty in bed together. My name is Pamela." She blew him a kiss, and the look she gave him was so hot it could melt a block of ice in a second. "And don't be late. I do so hate to be kept waiting."
And with that, she closed the classroom door in his face.
Justin stood there for a moment, stunned at his good fortune. Then with a grin, he sauntered down the hall to his next class, whistling. He couldn't wait until tonight!
You can now work on continuing this piece, or you can create your own piece, with your own characters and style, from the same prompt.
Erotic Situation #4:
An old man has just discovered viagra. How does this help him to revitalize his marriage?
Bob grinned as he looked down at himself.
He had never felt so young!
At least, not since he was 18.
He looked at the closed door leading to the bedroom. His wife, Elizabeth, was in there, waiting for him to join her so they could both go to sleep. Only, this night, they weren't going to sleep--they were going to get it on!
Bob felt the anticipation roiling through his blood. Only a few more minutes, and then ... and then ... and then he would be in heaven!
He felt as giddy as a school girl, and as refreshed. How he loved that miracle of miracles, viagra.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and went to his wife.
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Erotic Situation #5:
As in Situation #4, and old man has just discovered viagra. However, in this case, the target of his newfound affections is not his wife, but his 20-25 year old mistress. Describe their intercourse in great erotic detail.
Missy sighed, and lay back on the silk sheets of her big, fluffy bed.
Everything had started out great--the sex, the money, all the nice things he bought her. But then, he had become, well, impotent. Missy shuddered. How she hated that word! It had meant an end to the nice, easy to please old man, and to all the nice things he had bought her. Lately, he had been grumpy, and blaming her when he couldn't get it up.
"It's not my fault if Mr. Happy just doesn't feel like being happy," she muttered to herself. She would have to go about finding another man, a process that took months. And in the meantime, she had nowhere to go!
Missy sighed. She missed the old, silver-haired lover who had known that she faked, but hadn't given a damn. All the younger rich men, in their 30s and 40s, expected their mistresses to have an orgasm every single time they had sex. That just wasn't possible--especially if a man was horrible in bed, and the only reason you were sleeping with him was for his money!
But her current benefactor, the silver-haired fox, was too old and too wily, too aware of the games that women play, to have his ego hurt by the fact that he didn't give her pleasure. He was 80 years old--all he had to live for now was his own pleasure. Who cared whether someone else had an orgasm or not? Missy, at 21, had plenty of time to make up for the lack during the rest of her life.
But Bob ....
Well, the impotence had hit him hard--in the groin.
Missy sighed. She was going to miss all the nice things he had bought her.
But then, the door to her bedroom slammed open, and standing there in the doorway was--
"Bob!" she exclaimed, sitting up on the bed, naked as the day she was born.
Bob grinned, and held up a little bottle in his hand. "I've just discovered Viagra," he told her. "And you know what that means!" He lunged at her, and they rolled across the king size bed.
"Oh, Bob!" Missy exclaimed
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