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White Lace Stockings – Kinktober Day 2

Kinktober Day 2

Ass Worship

With a final coat of matte lipstick, Destiny stepped out of the bathroom, her stomach fluttering with a swarm of a dozen anxious butterflies. She sucked in a breath, releasing it slowly as she entered the room. He’s just a man. Just like any other, she reminded herself over and over. But once her eyes fell on him, she knew her reminders meant nothing.

No words were exchanged while he took an appraisal of the white lace thigh-high stockings and matching garters. His eyes rose, leaving fire in their wake as they skimmed across her torso and lingered on her naked breasts. “Turn around…please,” he said, exaggerating the last word. She narrowed her gaze but complied with his command.

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Mumbled Promises – Kinktober Day 1

Kinktober 2019 - Day 1

Deep Throating | Face Sitting

She sucked in a deep breath just as he pinched her nose and settled into position, sinking into the velvet cushion beneath her knees. She opened her mouth at the sensation of his smooth, thick dome pressing against her lips.

He moaned as he sank into her throat and she hated the way her nipples hardened and clit throbbed at the sound. “Did you miss me?” he asked and she nodded slightly, unable to speak around his girth. “I missed you too,” he said and she wished more than anything she could see his face and if there was any sincerity alongside his words.

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Kinktober Challenge 2019 – Lets Get Kinky

Kinkober 2019 Erotic Fiction Challenge

It’s that time again. You, know – my favorite time of the year? Ya’ll kinky asses ready? Because I am here to reveal my Kinktober 2019 writing prompt list!

I love the month of October for so many reasons. The scent of pumpkin spice and cinnamon in the air, along with best weather you’ll get in Texas for the year. But most importantly, it’s Halloween and Kinktober.

What's Kinktober?

Kinktober is an erotic art challenge conjured up by the naughty mind of @sparksreactor on Tumblr in 2016. Although originally a fanfiction challenge, Kinktober has grown to include all types of artists created work inspired by a multitude of kinks.

Kinktober 2018 was my first year participating in the challenge. In some ways you can say, I failed. I was only able to complete short stories for 8 of the 30 erotic writing prompts on my list.

Of those 8 finished erotic short stories, I only published 4 on the blog. But Kinktober 2018 wasn’t a complete failure – the Canva book covers I created for the stories were shared to Pinterest. The result – a shit load of traffic to the blog.

So all-in-all, my first year participating in the Kinktober challenge wasn’t a complete failure. Which is why I’m giving it another go this year!

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The Good Pet

Her knees knocked as she stumbled across the bare, hardwood floor. With a steadying breath, she focused on her toes and inched toward the shadow in the corner. Even though the sun peeked through open curtains, his presence cast the room in a faint darkness. 

“There is fine enough.” His baritone, the harshness of the command – it only caused her knees to tremble more. She froze, her eyes glued to the hardwood. “Are you scared?” His question caught her off guard and her head jerked a bit before she remembered his rule and forced it back down. 

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Beautiful Platter

“Don’t move.” His voice is low, but firm. I freeze, every muscle in my naked body stiffens as he places the finishes touches on his “masterpiece.”  Hard walnut and mahogany press against my spine, but I don’t move a muscle while he carefully arranges sashimi on the seaweed elaborately draped over my breasts. I remain frozen on a gaudy Francesco Molon dining room table, except for my eyes, which move over his face.

Dark, slanted eyes. Thick, even darker lashes. I wonder what’s going through his mind as he places maki and sushi rolls in a straight line down the center of my body. The tips of his chopsticks graze me, sending goosebumps cascading over trembling flesh. With everything I have, I force myself to remain still as he prepares my body for nyotaimori. His normally low eyes are almost closed, the dark centers barely visible behind his squinted gaze. Beads of sweat form along his hairline. He wipes them away with a thick, white cotton sleeve before walking out of my line of vision.

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Why I Write Erotica

Did you know November 15th is National I Love Writing Day? And I love writing erotica. I’m proud to be an erotica writer. Today is National I Love Writing Day and after learning about this obscure holiday, created by author and ghostwriter, John Riddle in 2002, I was inspired to share my love for writing. Writing erotica in particular. I write for a multitude of reasons and in many genres. In my humdrum daily life, I write nonfiction, digital marketing content for beauty brands and creatives. I’m also a mom. Yeah, mom life – diaper changes, endless loads of laundry… you get it. So, why would a woman like me write erotica? Here are the reasons why my dears:

Why I Write Erotica

My name is Liza and I write erotica. No, that’s not how I usually introduce myself. In fact, I take many precautions to avoid telling people what I do.  In my personal life, people simply know me as a writer. A book nerd who gets paid to help others create blog content. In other words – I’m boring. I’m a work-at-home mother of two young children. I’m a wife, a daughter, and aunt. I hold many hats and live a normal everyday existence.

The Freaks Come Out At Night

That is until night falls. When the kids and the hubby are all fed, bathed and in bed, that’s when mama is ready to play. This is the time I come to life. I pull out my laptop, turn off the lights, and immerse myself in fantasy worlds and alternate realities. Writing provides me with an outlet. I get to put my frustrations, emotions, apprehensions, fears…everything, down on that page. The characters and the situations I put them in all relate to me in some way. Now, while I do love writing romance, there’s something about penning erotica that does it for me. When writing romance, there are certain guidelines that you must follow. Believe it or not, if your book doesn’t end “happily ever after” or at least “happily for now” then it’s not a romance. No lie.erotica writer liza bangston

I’m A Rebel, Baby

With erotica, you don’t have to be so strict. With erotica, someone just needs to cum. And depending on your level of raunch, that may be a little or a lot. With erotica, you don’t have to worry about love or what may happen later. Although, I personally enjoy erotica with romantic tones. I can’t help it. At heart, I’m a hopeless romantic. Just dig my tagline. I’m not the only one, seeing as romance is the bestselling book genre. And it has been for years. My personal life is not romantic. Stained sweatpants and a messy bun isn’t the sexiest thing to come home to. I know this, but hey. It is what it is. It’s hard transforming from mama to sexy, hell kitten. At least for me. That is until the house is quiet and I’m alone with my laptop. The only sound the clicking of keys as I take characters on a wild ride or two. Or three. When I turn into Naughty Liza, the erotica writer… I feel like a woman. Not someone’s mom. Not a wife, nor consultant. As my stories come to life, my own life fades to black as I allow myself to pour whatever I’ve gone through that day on a page. What’s something that my man could have done or said that would have got my engines running. Much of what I write doesn’t reach the light of day. I keep it tucked away in a private place, just for me. The stories I publish on either this blog or on Amazon are completely different than my private collection. The stories that make it out in the limelight have been tailored and edited for a wider viewing audience. Everyone doesn’t read erotica. Which they should. Not all erotica is raunchy or explicit. Some can actually be kind of sweet and very romantic. As with any genre, erotica writers put their own unique spin to crafting stories. Some erotica writers produce straight word porn. Plot? What’s that? Let’s get down to some fucking. Other writers take a more subtle approach and weave explicit sex into romantic storylines. There’s all type of erotica. Sci-fi. Yeah, Big Foot Erotica is a thing! There’s gothic erotica. Mystery and suspense. Historical. Interracial. You name it. Whatever you’re looking for, you will find it. Why? Because like I, many established and aspiring writers use erotica as a tool to strengthen their writing.

Woo Me With Your Words

Writing sex scenes is hard. It can be difficult to convey the words, the feelings, the sights and sounds in a way that doesn’t come off clinical. For someone like me who writes nonfiction most of the day, when it comes time to switch into kink mode, writing about sex was difficult. But oh, once you can get a sex scene down. You’re good to go.Quivering members and such….. What’s in a good sex scene? Well, sex of course. How descriptive? That depends on the writer. But any well-written scene invokes all the senses. Especially those that get members quivering and such. I consider a good sex scene one where I can picture myself, there in the bedroom. Or the mountaintop, beach, wherever it’s taking place. I want to be able to imagine the satin of the sheets or the rough sand grinding into my ass. You get it. A good sex scene takes you there with the characters. You feel what they feel and are swept away in everything going on. And isn’t that the goal of any well-written story. A sex scene is an emotional ride, whether there are feelings are not. It has ups and downs. Introductions, climaxes, and resolutions all in one chapter or scene. It’s a mini three-act structure, in a sexual form. At least for me, and I would have to say many other writers would agree.

Nuts and Bombshells

In a nutshell, I like to write romantic kink. Writing erotica, for me, is a liberating experience. It’s also very therapeutic. It gives me an escape from my everyday reality. And it’s also done wonders for my sex life. While we do struggle to find alone time, with two young children. When we do… well, I’ll leave that to your imagination. Do you write or read erotica? I would love to know how you feel about the genre. What’s your favorite type of erotica? Your favorite erotica writer? Hopefully, I am one of them. That’s the end. Thanks for reading sugar britches.

Wet & Ready in Las Vegas

I sit down at my terminal and all I can think about his him. The way he smells, the feel of his big strong hands grazing over my body. I know he’s going to call tonight. I can feel it in my bones. We haven’t spoken since our little encounter, but I know he misses me. I can feel that too. I go live.

Carmen the Latina Lover is live and ready for action. Soon, my line is ringing and my heart thuds in my chest. I suck in a breath and let it out slowly before answering the line. I put as much sex as I can on my usual opening, “Hello, Papi.”

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Red Velvet Cushion

Kinktober Challenge - Day 3

I kneel with my eyes clenched tight, even though I am cloaked in darkness. I can feel the steady rhythm of my pulse as it beats in my ears. A cool breeze wafts over my skin, pimpling my flesh. He’s here. I know it. I can’t see him, but I can sense his presence. My ears perk up at the sound of something metal scraping behind me. My heart takes on a thunderous pace and my body tingles with anticipation. For the past six months, we’ve played this game. He’s taken me to heights of pleasure I didn’t know were imaginable. And I’ve never seen his face.

I know his touch all too well. The way his fingers graze a hot trail over my breasts. I know the scent of his cologne; so woodsy and masculine. It lingers on me for days after. I know so much about him, but his face would be lost to me in a crowd. “I’ve missed you, my pet,” he whispers in my ear and the deep notes of his voice send shivers down my spine. I lick my lips and squirm on my knees, my body already hot and eager. I’m no stranger to men, but there’s something about this faceless man that drives me wild. He’s different from the rest. He cares none about his own pleasure. His only purpose when he’s here is to make me cum. It’s like a personal challenge to him. And each of our little discreet encounters is better than the last.

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The Queen’s Throne

Kinktober Challenge - Day 2

He entered the crowded casino lounge and spotted her right away. Despite the mass of gamblers and party-goers, his eyes went right to her. The long, elaborate braids trailing down her back, the ends capped with large wooden beads. Her skin – deep, like polished obsidian, absorbed all the light in the dim room. He watched her every movement from afar as he weaved through the crowd towards the bar. She sat upright, her shoulders squared with her legs crossed. The tight, white leather skirt cutting into her thighs. Thighs that were buttery soft, thick, and succulent. The woman was sexy as hell and he regretted that she was sitting down because he couldn’t get enough of her amazing ass.

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Warm Velvet

I remember the first time I saw her, all sex appeal in a hipster, 50’s pinup type of way. Some of the guys from the firm decided to hit up a brothel while we were at a conference. I was hesitant at first. I never paid for sex. Getting attention from the opposite sex was no issue for me. I had no problem getting laid. But it was my first time in Las Vegas. And isn’t that what you do in Vegas – hook up with random strangers?

I glance down and suck in a breath, taking in the sight of her knelt down before me. I never expected to get caught up with a woman, especially one like her. But Roxanne performed miracles with her tongue. And I was in need of a blessing.

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