Writer's Forum

Writer's Forum

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Other Authors Back in the day, I was part of a little clique of writers on this site. We would write for and about each other. That probably still happens too. I had some lovely stuff written about me: I was invariably given abs like Arnold and a penis of impossible dimensions. It didn’t help that I had persuaded everyone that I was tall, dark and Scottish (whereas I am actually short, fair and Home-Counties). It was all wonderfully flattering. And flattery is the name of the game. The women in these stories are my fantasy of how I perceived my writer friends. As it turned out, one portrayal was remarkably accurate – but I’m not saying which one! If you are still here, you know who you are. You are all beautiful, sexy ladies. The first story may have had a different title when I put it up here originally. The working title I gave it was ‘Writers’ Forum’, so that is how it appears today. As a story, it’s a kind of dual narrative thing – otherwise, it’s just filth! Sex, sex and more sex. I had fun with it, but it’s not much of a story. The second tale, ‘Moonglow by Moonlight’ is a bit more complex and interesting. As a theatre buff, I consider myself fortunate to have made the acquaintance of many theatre people down the years. The background for this story is based on a tale from an actor friend who toured the States with and English company; he assured me, that these ‘meet the cast’ things he did were a very good way of hooking up with American housewives! The third tale, ‘Reconciliation’, was a real challenge. I wrote this knowing nothing about the author beyond her work. She told me I had portrayed her very well. I think it’s a good story, you be the judge. ‘One Night in Lagos’ was written as a birthday present for a friend on this site. I’m glad to say that the writer really enjoyed it. It’s a bit of froth – silly, sexy fun. Enjoy. I’m sorry if your story isn’t here – I know I wrote others – but these are all I have left.

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sex, etc

Summary

Other Authors
Back in the day, I was part of a little clique of writers on this site. We would write for and about each other. That probably still happens too.
I had some lovely stuff written about me: I was invariably given abs like Arnold and a penis of impossible dimensions. It didn’t help that I had persuaded everyone that I was tall, dark and Scottish (whereas I am actually short, fair and Home-Counties). It was all wonderfully flattering.
And flattery is the name of the game. The women in these stories are my fantasy of how I perceived my writer friends. As it turned out, one portrayal was remarkably accurate – but I’m not saying which one!
If you are still here, you know who you are.
You are all beautiful, sexy ladies.
The first story may have had a different title when I put it up here originally. The working title I gave it was ‘Writers’ Forum’, so that is how it appears today. As a story, it’s a kind of dual narrative thing – otherwise, it’s just filth! Sex, sex and more sex. I had fun with it, but it’s not much of a story.

The second tale, ‘Moonglow by Moonlight’ is a bit more complex and interesting. As a theatre buff, I consider myself fortunate to have made the acquaintance of many theatre people down the years. The background for this story is based on a tale from an actor friend who toured the States with and English company; he assured me, that these ‘meet the cast’ things he did were a very good way of hooking up with American housewives!

The third tale, ‘Reconciliation’, was a real challenge. I wrote this knowing nothing about the author beyond her work. She told me I had portrayed her very well. I think it’s a good story, you be the judge.

‘One Night in Lagos’ was written as a birthday present for a friend on this site. I’m glad to say that the writer really enjoyed it. It’s a bit of froth – silly, sexy fun. Enjoy.

I’m sorry if your story isn’t here – I know I wrote others – but these are all I have left.

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Submitted: July 31, 2020

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As he kissed down her belly, Franco enjoyed feeling the firmness of her muscle tone under the warm brown skin. He lingered for a moment at her navel, gently licking the little dip and causing the girl to giggle, before continuing his kiss trail lower. He got a tiny thrill as he felt his beard rasp gently on her pubic curls; he let his lips and tongue move playfully over the tight wiry little hairs before finally putting his head between her shapely thighs.

“On baby...” he murmured as he drank in the sight of her swollen sex.

“Jeez, Franco,” said the girl, “Don’t make me wait any longer. I’ve wanted this soooo long.”

 

They had met on the web. Not a dating site or a singles site or even one of those Canadian affair sites, but a website for writers. A particular brand of writers. Writers of erotic fiction.

 

Ilmokolo’s cunt was a shining gash in her dark flesh. Franco, with his hands on her inner thighs, stared as a wet, silvery bead of fluid formed then dribbled down into the crack of her ass. His immediate desire was to tongue her hole straight away – to taste that honey-sweet cunny – to lap up her juices like a cat at the cream. But he paused. Let’s take this slow. Make it last.

He kissed her plumb, hairy outer lips. Mouthing the hot flesh. Pulling at the springy little curls with his teeth. First one side, then the other. The girl gave a whimper of pleasure. Franco carried on, nuzzling and nipping at either side of her dripping slit. Suddenly he felt her strong fingers in his short hair, as she held his head and pushed her sex towards his face.

“Fucking eat me, Frankie. I’m dying here!”

 

They had admired each other’s work. Wrote supportive comments, made suggestions – that was how the website worked. They shared a similar descriptive style. Especially when it came to the acts of sex.

 

Francisco found himself nose to clit with Ilmokolo. The scent of her opening and the heat of it surprised and excited him. He placed his tongue tip on her perineum, pressing gently. A little slip and I could be licking her asshole, he thought, I could so easily give her arse a proper tongue-fuck. Maybe later, was his almost immediate decision, let’s build up some trust first.

Instead, Franco drew his tongue slowly up between Ilmokolo’s soaking cunt-lips, until his tongue tip ended on the shiny pink bean of her clitoris. He heard her hiss in lust.  He repeated the action, starting from her ‘taint in a long slow lick, ending with a clit-flick. He was rewarded with a groan from the girl. So he went for it again and again, licking and flicking. Ilmokolo started to move her hips to the rhythm of his tongue job, he could feel her orgasm begin to build, as she dug her painted nails into his scalp, moaning loudly. One more tiny tease, he thought and paused to look at the girl’s sodden sex. Her inner lips were a deep mulberry colour, tending to brown at the ridges. He pinched at them with his lips, drawing them out, one then the other, as far as they could go. Then he put his mouth over the fleshy petals and sucked them in, nibbling gently with his teeth.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” cried Ilmokolo.

 

As writers they had a rapport. They trusted each other’s judgement. Advising, approving, suggesting edits and improvements. They had a similar sense of humour, they had fun as writers.

 

“Yes!” Ilmokolo panted as Franco returned to his long, rhythmic licking. He brought one hand to the top of her twat and held the shaft of her clitty between thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling gently through the hood of milk chocolate skin. He felt her shudder as she ground her pelvis at his face. Twiddling her clitoris, Franco changed tack in his minge-munch, he began to thrust his long tongue deep into her hole, pushing, reaching and rolling it as far as he could. Her heard Ilmokolo’s breath quicken, she was panting like a dog now, her breath coming in throaty rasping gasps as she bucked against his stabbing tongue. Oh, her cunt was sweet he thought, her own words came to him ‘thick like custard’, you got that one right, babe.

She was close now. Just one more little thing. He slipped his free hand from her thigh, and placed his index finger gently against the dark pucker of her anus. Wanking her clit, tongue-fucking her hole, he now began to press the dark rubbery skin of her asshole - matching her thrusting grinding rhythm, quickening with her change of pace.

Faster and faster he stroked, stabbed and poked until he felt Ilmokolo’s body stiffen and spasm as she howled in orgasmic joy.  Her strong toned thighs closed around his head, squeezing him tightly, and her hands pushed his face against her. His face was drenched in her sudden flood of wetness.

 

Neither was sure when it became personal. But it did. It started with coy comments. Then questions that went beyond the writing. Soon e-mails were exchanged and a more direct dialogue opened up.

 

Ilmokolo relaxed her grip and lay, panting and sweating on the bed as Franco crawled up her body and wound her in a tight embrace. Pleased to note the chest flush visible through her caramel skin, he kissed her mouth, finding her tongue with his, pushing passionately with his lips against hers.

She pulled away from him and fixed him with her brown sparkling eyes. “Oh boy,” she said, beaming wildly, “You sure can eat some pussy!”

 

What a guy. Not what I expected, true. But WOW that was good. As they had kissed, Ilmokolo could taste her own cunt on Franco’s mouth, a sour, musky, taste. It repelled and delighted her in equal measure. The smell of her pussy juice of the guy’s goatee was a bit much though, so she broke off from the kiss to compliment his tongue technique.

He propped himself up on one elbow, “Shall I pour you a glass of champagne, my lady?”

Funny guy, funny in the way he spoke. He used odd, old-fashioned phrases. It was really quite sweet to listen to. Funny accent, too. Kind of guttural, lots of r’s. Kind of Irish.

“Champagne? Absolutely!”

As he climbed over her, she noticed his erection. He caught her glance.

“Looks like I enjoyed that as much as you, princess.” he laughed, as he stood by the bed.

She swung her legs until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Wait up. “ She commanded and grabbed him by the ass.

 

It became an electronic affair, carried out at long-distance. They wrote impassioned poems to each other, stories where they became the main characters and confessions of their lives in different continents.

 

Ilmokolo put her hands on Franco’s buttocks and brought his groin to her face. Time to even the score on the oral, she thought. His cock bobbed in front of her eyes and she took it between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it appraisingly like a Havana cigar. No, not the biggest I’ve had. Not by a long way, Jeez, I’ve had some monsters! Actually, for such a tall guy, he’s got a real average size dick.

She pushed the pulsing penis up against her cheek, rubbing her face up and down the shaft. She brought her spare hand round and cupped his grizzled ball-sack, bringing it to her mouth. Franco quivered in anticipation as she first kissed his balls, then with exquisite tenderness, took one into her mouth and sucked. Her tongue teased and rolled the rubbery egg, as the man’s cock thickened and stiffened in her hand. After giving the same treatment to the other testis, Ilmokolo dragged her wide tongue slowly and sensuously up the underside of Franco’s cock, ending with a brief cheeky kiss on the pink eye which was exposed through the man’s straining foreskin.

With deliberately agonizing slowness, Ilmokolo drew back the tight skin to expose a shiny purple bell. He was so wet! Did he enjoy cunt-munching so much? She planted hot little kisses all over the sticky end, causing him to leak more clear gum. Ilmokolo narrowed her tongue and licked the bead as it formed. Then a wicked thought hit her. She took Franco’s cock in both hands and with her thumbs she pulled his little slit open. Franco yelped in surprise, then moaned in lust as Ilmokolo rubbed the tight opening with her tongue. Still holding it as wide as she could, she pushed her tongue tip into the little hole. It was tight, and frankly, not much tongue went into the tiny gap, but she poked and probed and twisted her tongue tip, revelling in her own naughtiness and driving her man into a frenzy.

“Fuck, woman!” choked Francisco, “What are you doing to me?”

She drew her tongue in and looked up at his face, grinning mischievously. “What’s the matter, big boy? Never had your cock tongue fucked before?”

 

Their e-mail intimacy increased. Words of longing and desire flew over the ether. Addresses were exchanged. Little gifts started to arrive in the mail.

 

Side show over, thought Ilmokolo, time for the main feature. She closed her full, plum lips over the tip of Franco’s dick and sucked at the dimpled end, teasing it with her tongue. She then pushed her mouth down a touch, taking in the top half of his bell, running her tongue over the slimy top and teasing the v-shaped crease underneath. Franco’s low moans sent a little thrill through her. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, oh no.  Now she had the whole of his cock head in her mouth, she twisted her head so that she could scrape the swollen ridge with her teeth as her tongue snaked sensually all over the exposed glans.

“Oh you sexy fucker. Oh fucking fuck,” her man gasped.

The sound of his cursing in that guttural accent of his spurred her on. She moved her lips down his shaft, blowing her cheeks as she sucked him noisily. She held his cock at the base of the shaft with one hand now, the other hand had almost subconsciously slipped between her thighs and was slyly teasing her pussy.

 

It had been books to begin with. Then little pieces of jewellery. Almost inevitably, neat, professionally parcelled lingerie began to turn up in her mail.

 

Ilmokolo started to slowly move her head back and forward on Franco’s rigid cock. With every push she took more and more cock until he was there, well and truly deep-throated. No, I am not going to gag, she thought, not on a cock this size. Instead she took long deep slurping sucks, all the way down, all the way off. Franco was breathing heavily now: his gasps, thick with lust, along with the squelching, popping, slurping sounds of cock and mouth in sexual harmony were sending sexual signals to  Ilmokolo’s core. She flattened her fingers and rubbed at her clitoris, I’m going to tie this up, she thought, we’re going to come together.

Ilmokolo felt Franco’s fingers on her braided head and noticed his hips begin to thrust, matching the rhythm of her moving mouth. Her hand let go of his shaft and tenderly took his scrotum, which she squeezed, not too hard, and pulled. Franco was speeding up, she could feel his dick twitch and jump, so she redoubled her efforts with her clit as she fucked his cock mercilessly with her mouth.

“Fuck, oh fuck, I’m going to come!” Franco warned.

Not without me you ain’t, thought his lover as she thrust three finger deep in her cunt and rubbed for all she was worth.

 

Then the plane ticket arrived. It was shocking, but also exciting to her that a man would want to bring her halfway round the world. But why? She was sure he was married. She knew about his kids. Was she going all the way to England for a quick furtive fuck then back on the plane to the land of the free, thank-you-very-much?

 

Ilmkolo’s orgasm boomed through her body at the same second Franco’s throbbing cock began to spurt hot sperm. Some of the come inevitably slithered down her throat, there was so much, and he spunked so hard. But she wanted the rest in her mouth, so she sucked and licked until every little droplet of semen was in her mouth, all the time Franco was running his fingers through her braids gasping for breath.

Confident she had sucked him dry, Ilmokolo tilted her head up and gave Franco a wide sexy smile. The she opened her mouth to show him a pool of silvery spunk inside, that she stirred sexily with her tongue.

“Fucking hell, you are so fucking hot, girl!” gasped Franco.

Ilmokolo closed her mouth and swallowed theatrically, earning another “Fuck!” from Franco, then she stood up, pulled his head down to hers and gave him an open-mouthed spermy smooch – pushing her tongue in to meet his. Some payback for those cunty-beard kisses, mister, she thought. But Franco held her embrace and responded to her kisses with a passion that surprised Ilmokolo. Does he like the taste of his own come?

“Champagne.” he said as he put her down and strode to the ice bucket on the chest of drawers.

Ilmokolo eyed his butt as he popped the champagne bottle and began to fill the flutes. For a guy with a bit of extra weight, he really does have toned buns, she thought. I wonder how?

 

What a girl, thought Franco. Unbe-fucking-lievable. I don’t deserve this. He filled the champagne flutes and turned around to see Ilmokolo bent over the bed, straightening the sheets. He ogled her sexy brown bum with pleasure.

“You were so right about your ass, miss.” he said as he approached her.

The girl straightened up, and running her hands over her buttocks looked at him over her shoulder.

“I love it, hun’,” she said, “I love you looking at it.” He laughed when she suddenly stood on the bed. She put her arms around his neck and brought him close, their heads together without stretching. “You get the best view of my ass when you’re fucking me doggy style.” She whispered in his ear.

 

She took the time off work and she got on the plane. All the way to O’Hare she thought ‘Why am I doing this? This is so fucking weird.” However, once on the flight to London, her trepidation turned to excitement. “I’m going to England for sex” she thought, “I’m going to fuck a stranger in a strange land!”

The officer at the passport control in London was a young black woman, about her own age.

“Purpose of visit?” asked the woman.

Ilmokolo almost said “I’m here to fuck Francisco Fraser.” but stopped herself in time.

“Business or pleasure?” the officer asked.

“Pleasure.” gushed Ilmokolo and found herself blushing deeply.

The officer gave her a huge grin as she handed back her passport, “I hope you have a really good time in London.” she said with a wink.

 

They lay together on the bed, sipping champagne. Franco’s long white arm around Ilmokolo’s caramel coloured shoulders.

“This champagne is the real deal,” she said, enjoying the bubbles in her mouth.

“Oh yes,” he replied, “It can be a real fun drink, the old bubbly.”

“What do you mean?”

“Watch.” He leaned over her, holding his glass over her chest. Taking careful aim he tilted the glass.

“What the fuck! Ow!” yelped Ilmokolo, as Franco dripped cold champagne onto her round dark nipple. The cold struck first, it was a thrill, but then she felt the effervescence of the bubbles and she squirmed in delight.  Franco chuckled, and repeated the process on her other nipple.

“Do you know what’s really nice?” he asked, giving her a look that could only mean one thing.

“I can guess.” she said, but she couldn’t contain her eagerness.

“Well, you open your legs and pull your fanny lips out as wide as they can go…”

“You make me laugh when you say ‘fanny’,” Ilmokolo giggled, “In The States fanny is another word for butt.”

“Yeah, I know that – but believe me, whereas I’ll happily lick champers out of your cunt, there’s no way I’m drinking it out of your ass!”

 

 Ilmokolo saw him straight away at the airport – he looked like that crazy little picture he used on the site. Maybe Mrs Fraser was the big-haired bimbo with the hairy pits. When she got closer she noticed that his beard was mostly grey, and his short black hair also had little flecks of silver at the sides. But she couldn’t put an age on him. His skin was clear and line-free around his sparkling blue eyes.

She was suddenly unsure how they should greet. Should she shake hands? Kiss on the cheek? But he literally picked her up in his arms and gave her a huge kiss on the mouth. Right there on the concourse, with people all around.

He took her bag and they walked to a huge silver car.

“Is this yours?” she asked as they sat together in the vast back seat.

“Oh no,” he said, “But every girl should get a ride in a Rolls Royce on their first visit to London.”

 

Franco’s hands were on Ilmokolo’s hips as he pulled and pushed his cock in and out of her tight cunny. She was right, of course, the view of her ass as you fucked her doggy style was unbelievable. Franco watched his dick, slick with her fanny juices, slip in and out of view between the hot hairy lips.

Ilmokolo for her part was on all fours, pushing and grinding against his probing penis. So good, she thought, so good and kind and attentive. A bit more size and I’d be howling like a bitch in heat. She remembered the toys in her suitcase. The night is young she thought.

 

 They were dropped off at a country hotel. Ilmokolo was astonished when she saw the room – right in the centre was a huge four-poster bed, hung with red drapes; all around were candles in candle-holders and there was a fire burning merrily in the grate.

“Let’s go down for dinner,” said Franco.

“Can I change? I’ve been like travelling in this stuff for half of the world.”

Franco eyed her pretty print dress, “Miss, you look fine, beautiful. But the maitre d’ might look a wee bit askance at your cowboy boots.”

 

Franco sucked on a hard brown nipple as he guided the huge fat dildo in a sensuous circle in Ilmokolo’s steaming sex. She’d made him come four times that night. Four! He hadn’t come four times in one night for years. His old todger was raw! He shifted his attention to the other tit; let this night last forever, he prayed.

Ilmokolo whimpered as the dildo filled her and found her special places. She had lost count of her orgasms, so what if he’s not got a big dick? The guy can really use his fingers…and his mouth, she conceded as Franco pinched her nipple with his teeth. Let this night last forever she thought.

 

After dinner, they returned to the baronial bedroom and Franco lit some candles as Ilmokolo took off her dress.

“I’ve brought some real nice lingerie,” she said, standing in the candlelight in her white cotton bra and panties. “Shall I put something sexy on?”

“You look really sexy as you are, but…maybe loose the bra?” said Franco. She unclipped the bra and let it fall. She moved to pull down her panties. “Wait,” said Franco,” I want to do that. But first, a little bit of atmosphere.”

He walked to the sound system, pressed a button and the room was filled with the soft soul sound of Marvin Gaye.

Ilmokolo laughed, “Shall I get the toys? Do you want to watch?”

“Maybe later. But for now – Let’s Get it On.”

Franco picked the girl up easily and carried her to bed. He lay her on her back and took a small round breast in each hand, squeezing gently. He pinched her dark brown nipples with his finger and thumb then bent his head towards them to suck each in turn. As he sucked he pulled at the waistband of Ilmokolo’s panties. She lifted her ass and he pulled them down her hips and along her shapely legs. He noticed with pleasure they were already wet. He turned his attention back to her nipples, then began to kiss his way down.

As he kissed down her belly, Franco enjoyed feeling the firmness of her muscle tone under the warm brown skin. He lingered for a moment at her navel, gently licking the little dip and causing the girl to giggle, before continuing his kiss trail lower. He got a tiny thrill as he felt his beard rasp gently on her pubic curls; he let his lips and tongue move playfully over the tight wiry little hairs before finally putting his head between her shapely thighs….

 


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