Hello Freewriters!
Today I am feeling inspired by the need to write a little erotica and romance. Let's take a break from Doom and Gloom, and let's have some fun.
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They give a prompt, and you have 5 minutes to write! All of my writings are considered Autobiographical Fiction. They are not necessarily real. You never have to feel sorry for me, this is the way I create.
FAIR WARNING: Most of my stories are sad in some way. Be prepared to have the feels!
WARNING WARNING! ! ! ! : this post is sexually explicit in nature. Please be prepared for an adult story. Also, photo is mine.
Now, onto the writing!
Annabelle stood in the entryway to her bedroom, knowing that he was watching her hips sway from side to side as she stopped before proceeding through. She put on the sluttiest outfit that she could find in her mix of lingerie to entice him. Annabelle knew it wouldn't take much, a male's simple mind will follow curves and daring eyes into a room packed with hyenas while a blaze. She wasn't sure if it was her that was the appeal. Really her. Not just the ass and the tits, the stockings and the short shorts. But what actually went on in her mind. What she discussed. What she loved.
As she continued to stand in the entryway, she looked back over her left shoulder and gave a menacing smile. If he was going to follow her into dangerous territory, she had to make sure to give a sign of wanting it. Needing it. Annabelle could not help but wonder, did she actually like him? Or did she like the abs, the tan skin with the gold chain, and the rugged barely there beard? Or was she truly interested in what he had to offer?
She passed through the entryway, and said very faintly, "Are you coming or what?" He followed behind with zero reluctance. As he started after her, one more statement escaped her mouth, "lose the pants."