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If the 50 Shades trailer has rekindled your interest in erotica, why not try something written just for you?



Bonita Day and Aurora Violet write custom erotic and sex-positive stories, which they send directly to you in Word or PDF format or formatted for your e-reader. You decide what the characters will look like, and some things they might do and we will deliver salacious results with a fast turnaround. Let the experts render your fantasies. Bonita and Aurora Violet are both widely published, well educated in the craft of writing and have vivid imaginations.



Here's a sample-



Stephanie sat on the metal desk with her hands cuffed behind her back and to the desk, waiting for her husband Rob to come home. She was naked except for the thong, garter belt and thigh highs her husband had made her put on that morning. She had no idea how long he had left her, although she could see through the window by the way the pale sun had moved across the lawn it had been at least an hour. He had not said where he would be going nor when he would be coming back, only that she was not to move an inch until he did. He said that he would be bringing her a surprise.

The room Stephanie was in was a room they were intending to make into her husband’s office one day but had not gotten around to yet. It was empty except for the metal desk,  a few boxes of old books and a pale red curtain.  Dust motes danced in a tiny patch of sun near the window.



It was torturous waiting like that. She had been disoriented the whole time; fixating on things that kept turning her on: the heat of her sweaty thighs stuck against the desk, the way her legs hung over the edge making her feel weightless, the part of her cunt near the cool metal.

She fixated on the few items of clothing she wore, and the way that they pressed on her body. The thigh highs and garters and high heeled shoes made her feel like a whore. She imagined her husband making her stand pressed against the wall with her back towards him, snapping and unhooking the garters, peeling the lacy thigh highs down her legs. She imagined him coming up behind her, kissing her neck, pushing himself inside her against the wall.



The thong between her legs was exquisite. She kept feeling the way it laid against her cunt, the way the thin piece of material was the only thing keeping the cool desk from her clit.

The more time that passed, the more surreal the thong became and the more importance she placed on the object itself. Even though she knew the handcuffs holding her arms drawn back behind her were actually keeping her from being able to touch herself, to release the unbearable sexual tension that was building;  in her mind the thong became the problem. She scootched her body to the edge of the desk and arched up, trying to rub her cunt to relieve some of the pressure. She did it every way she could think of, trying to roll the thong so that it rubbed her, trying to rub her clit against the edge of the metal.  Eventually she gave up.



Stephanie jumped when the door to the room banged open and her husband came in. Slowly he shut the door behind him. He deliberately did not look at her.



Finally Rob turned around and looked at her. His face had a smug boyish cockiness he never had in real life. Stephanie had to admit to herself that she found it incredibly sexy.

“How are you doing, Steph?” he asked.



“How do you think I am doing,” she responded.



He smiled. He waited, letting her know he had all the time in the world.



“You’re driving me crazy Robert. You have to help me out,” she said.



He laughed. He kissed her on the forehead, parted her hair off her face, then pulled up her chin and looked at her face, as if he were examining her for flaws.



“Please,” she said.



He took his hand from her chin and ran his pointer finger down the length of her body, starting at her throat and stopping at the indentation between her breasts, at her torso, her belly button. Finally, he took the thong between his fingers cinching it hard it rose further up her ass from behind and up her cunt in the front. Then he let go. He touched her lips, her clit. She watched his smile widen as he realized how wet she was



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