I need someone that can write good e.r.o.tic.a short stories geared for the foreign market. I have noticed a lot of talented people in this section, and I would like someone that is ready to make a little side money on his talent. If you know you can write er.oti.ca/e.r.o.tic romance short stories, and would love to make a little money leave a message.



The stories should be between 2,500-3,500 words. I usually write this in two days cos I am a bit lazy, but I know I can finish a short story of that length in about 4 hours. I am ready to pay N1,000 for each short story written. You can write two a week, or even more. But it must be of high quality.


You can send a mail to odus29@yahoo.com if you are interested. And also include some of your story samples if you have them. Pls, remember, the stories must be of the e.ro.tic.a genre.

Thank you.

Let me count the number of blessings you will recieve

Am wearing old, faded, denim and that’s all.  I flick the crop slowly into my palm as i gaze down at her.  Now smiling, triumphant. She cannot move.  Naked and shackled, spread-eagled on a large four-poster bed.  Reaching forward, i trail the tip of the crop from her forehead down the length of her nose, so She can smell the leather, and over her parted, panting lips.  I push the tip into her mouth so She can taste the smooth, rich leather. “Suck,” i command my voice soft.  Her mouth closes over the tip as she obeys. “Enough,” i snaps. She's panting once more as i tug the crop out of her mouth, trailing it down and under her chin, on down her neck to the hollow at the base of her throat.  I swirl it slowly
My finger reaches the back of her halter dress midway down her spine, and hooking my finger beneath the top, i pull her closer so that she steps back against me.  She could feel me flush against her body.  Leaning down, i inhale her hair. “You smell so good, prudence, so sweet.” My nose skims past her ear down her neck, and i trail soft, feather light kisses along her shoulder. Her breathing changes, becoming shallow, rushed, full of expectation.  My fingers are at her zipper.  Achingly slow, once more i ease it down while my lips move, licking and kissing and sucking their way across to her other shoulder.  I am so tantalizingly good at this. 
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Am wearing old, faded, denim and that’s all.  I flick the crop slowly into my palm as i gaze down at her.  Now smiling, triumphant. She cannot move.  Naked and shackled, spread-eagled on a large four-poster bed.  Reaching forward, i trail the tip of the crop from her forehead down the length of her nose, so She can smell the leather, and over her parted, panting lips.  I push the tip into her mouth so She can taste the smooth, rich leather. “Suck,” i command my voice soft.  Her mouth closes over the tip as she obeys. “Enough,” i snaps. She's panting once more as i tug the crop out of her mouth, trailing it down and under her chin, on down her neck to the hollow at the base of her throat.  I swirl it slowly
My finger reaches the back of her halter dress midway down her spine, and hooking my finger beneath the top, i pull her closer so that she steps back against me.  She could feel me flush against her body.  Leaning down, i inhale her hair. “You smell so good, prudence, so sweet.” My nose skims past her ear down her neck, and i trail soft, feather light kisses along her shoulder. Her breathing changes, becoming shallow, rushed, full of expectation.  My fingers are at her zipper.  Achingly slow, once more i ease it down while my lips move, licking and kissing and sucking their way across to her other shoulder.  I am so tantalizingly good at this. 
contact on what's app 08160498868 or chuddyot@gmail.com
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