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Supposedly writing from personal experience helps with creativity, but what if the experience you need is something you really shouldn't want...

(An Elise Tanner sexual fantasy erotica story)

As a newly appointed writer for Landseer Publishing, I wanted to make sure my first story was a hit. I wanted something big. After searching around, I found something that definitely sounded good.

Erotica, yes, but then what? There were so many kinds, but after looking a little longer, it only took me a moment to decide. This was naughty, but...

Look. Alright? I wasn't going to actually do any of this, but they say a good way to write is to write from experience, so when my birth control wore off, I thought I'd wait a couple days, pretend as if this sort of thing could happen at any moment, that a man might desire me so much that he couldn't control himself, write my story, and that was that.

Little did I know, someone I knew closely was quite happy to give me more writer's experience than I ever bargained for...

(This sinful sexual fantasy story of forbidden lust and indomitable temptation is ~6,000 words in length)

*EXCERPT*

Both my hands were pulled up, held above my head near the sides of Lucent's bed. Also, my legs were the same. My body formed an "X" across the blankets, spreadeagled and pulled out. Coincidentally, or perhaps not, I no longer wore clothes. This was extremely strange and I thought maybe I was dreaming, but all of this seemed real.

I tilted my head up and looked across the room. Lucent stood there, grinning, watching me. He also wore no clothes. His erect cock stood at attention, bobbing up and down, practically greeting me with a wave.

"You're awake," Lucent said.

"Did you tie me to your bed?" I asked.

"Indeed."

"Um, why?"

He casually sauntered forward and rested a hand on the side of the bed near my thigh. Sitting, glancing down at me, he leered at my naked body. "I thought that perhaps I should assist you with your writing, Miss Tanner..."