Recently one of my friends even suggested
that Erotic writing should be my focus since it is practically every short
story I’ve written on some level. So I think to myself, why not. Steven King and
John Grisham specialized in a certain area before branching out into other
writing. Even Stephanie Meyer found her success with vampires before she wrote
about aliens. Taking into consideration this suggestion I have decided that I may
give it a try, why not, it can’t hurt. You know, start by cornering a section
of the market that is not yet fully explored. I may consider specializing in
lesbian erotica but it doesn’t mean that I will limit myself to this during the
process. I still find myself truly interested in all level of sex: straight,
gay, lesbian, BDSM, etc. If I keep my options open there is a less possibility of
one day finding myself without material to write on. If I can manage to start
here then perhaps my skills becoming visible will allow me to branch out
elsewhere, time will tell. For now I choose to share another one of my erotic
pieces with my followers. Below is a recently finalized draft of a poem I
worked on. My long term goal is writing full books and to ultimately make that
my breadwinner one day. For now I still write shorts and as a hobby I enjoy
dabbling in poetry. Please read and enjoy until next time!
Submissive's
Prayer
I want your eyes watching me,
as I pleasure myself at your
request.
My hands glide up my thighs to my
chest,
a pause,
pinching the tips of my breast
between my forefinger and thumb,
thoughts of you inside me.
My arousal verbalized
by a whimper of pleasure.
Excitement increases as my hands
snake down between my legs,
pretending they are yours, until
I am rocking slowly on my own
fingers
marinating them in my juices.
My eyes close and my breathing
increases,
as my body becomes uncontrollable,
trembling.
My climax, undesirable,
is forfeited by you as my fingers
are removed
from their satin glove and tied
above me.
The rope bites deliciously into
my wrist.
No longer allowed to pleasure
myself,
control is left to you as you
push
my thighs apart, entering me with
such force
over and
over.
You tell me to look at you and I
do.
Watching the sweat build
and drip. Tasting it as I lick my
own lips,
listening to your guttural
satisfaction
as you enter me. I smell the
efforts
of our activity in the air.
Then you pause
and I feel you resting in me,
deeply, touching the back of my walls.
My sides squeeze you urging you
to come inside me,
coercing you to fill me with more
of you until I can’t take any more.
My mouth parched as it hangs open
hoarse from moans
my dom has pushed unbidden from
my lips.
I only desire to please,
The mingling of our juices
lets me know that I do.
