The Writer


Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Humor, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A dialog story between a writer and his wife when she catches him writing a story. Very little sex in this story.

Just a short story about an author beginning to write erotic stories. This story will be a dialog between a husband and his wife. H=Husband, W=Wife

H-As I was sitting at the computer in my office, I have a home office, my wife appeared at the door.

W-What are you doing?

H-Writing a story.

W-What do you mean writing a story? You're not a writer.

H- Unfortunately a lot of readers agree with you.

W-Readers? What readers?

H- On this web site, a writer can send in stories and people read them. Then the readers can tell them what they think.

W-What kind of story site is this? And, what do you write about?

H-Well, honey, it's an erotic story site and I send in erotic stories.

W-By erotic do you mean porno?

H-Mine aren't just sex, I write stories about people and their sex lives.

W- You write stories about our sex life? What's the matter with you, are you some kind of nut telling people about our sex life?

H- Not our sex life but the sex life of other people.

W-What do you know about other peoples sex lives?

H-Nothing I just use the names of people we know, so I can remember the couples. Sometimes physical attributes. Most everything else I make up.

W-Why would you want to do this? Seems kind of sick to think of my husband writing porno.

H-Not porno, erotic stories. I started reading some of the stories on this web site. I couldn't find a lot of stories that think the way I do. So I said to myself, I'll try writing them myself.

W- You mean people who think weird.

H- No just the opposite, I'm the normal one and I wanted to read stories that sounded more like normal, real people.

W-God help us if you're the normal one. I've been married to you for thirty five years and you are anything but normal.

H-Anyway, the first couple of stories I wrote got rejected.

W-You wrote stories that even a porno site rejected. Boy you must be good.

H-No, they said my spelling and sentence structure didn't meet there standards.

W-What kind of standard does a person need to read to masturbate too?

H-No, they were right. They have a listing of editors to help you make corrections on your stories. So, I found a couple willing to help me.

W-Do you have to pay them?

H-No, they just help new challenged authors for free, that's all.

W-With you they got a real challenge.

H- Go on your computer and read one of my stories and then we can discuss it. (fifteen minutes later she's back) Well what do you think?

W-You wrote about me.

H-No I didn't, I just used your size and measurement to fit a description of the wife in the story.

W- She even had my size boobs and the same color hair.

H- She also took her pussy and rubbed it all over a mans face till she climaxed. Whose face did you sit on?

W-Yours, does that count.(she smiled)

H-Was I the only one whose face you rubbed your pussy on?

W-I'm not telling. What are our kids going to think if they ever read that story? They're going to think I was a slut.

H-The story wasn't about you and our kids are in their thirties. I think they might understand fiction better then their mother.

W-What can I say to them if they ask what's dad doing? I can't tell them he's busy writing porno stories for people to read.

H-I'm old enough to do what I want. I really enjoy writing these stories. It's kind of a turn on.

W-I'll go read another one of your stories. (She returns 20 minutes later). Who's the black girl you had sex with?

H- What are you talking about? That wasn't me, that was fiction.

W-Fiction my ass, I remember your jobs and traveling. That was a true story.

H-No is wasn't but that shows how good my stories are. Even my wife believed it.

W-Yeah right, you're not off the hook yet. I better go read a few more stories.

H-Well, what do you think?

W- You sure know a lot about our friends and neighbors. I was able to pick a lot of them out in your stories.

H- I made most of them up. I do use a lot of real facts and real people.

W- Yeah right. How come you have so many stories about cheating wives and very few about cheating husbands?

H- I guess I know more about women who cheat then I do husbands. Wait a minute that didn't come out right. I know more about what a husband would do if he caught his wife cheating.

W- Good thing you changed your answer on that one. There could have been hell to pay. I notice you don't write any poems.

H- I'm not good at poems. I don't know if they should rhyme or not.

W-Try and write one.

H-Okay, here its goes. 'Old mother Hubbard went to her cupboard to get her poor dog a bone. When she bent over, rover drove her, cause he had a bone of his own.' How was that?

W-Not very good. Just one of your old jokes. Try again.

H- Okay! 'Jack and Jill, went up the hill, on the back of an elephant. Jill got off and helps Jack off the elephant'.

W-Nope, another of your old jokes. Better stick to the stories.

H-I wish we could submit jokes. I know a lot of jokes. Remember the little Johnny jokes we used to get? I got some little Tony jokes today. Do you want to hear them.

W-Sure why not, they have to be better then your poems.

H- Okay, here it goes.


A teacher asks her class, "If there are 5 birds sitting on a fence and you shoot one of them, how many will be left?" She calls on little TONY.

He replies, "None, they will all fly away with the first gunshot."

The teacher replies, "The correct answer is 4, but I like your thinking."

Then little TONY says, "I have a question for YOU. There are 3 women sitting on a bench having ice cream: One is delicately licking the sides of the triple scoop of ice cream. The second is gobbling down the top and sucking the cone. The third is biting off the top of the ice cream. Which one is married?"

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