Moistmaker
Narrative Architect
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- When I'm not writing erotica I like to
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Play videogames and read comics
- When I'm not reading erotica I like to read
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Sci-fi Fantasy anything Alan Moore or Frank Miller
- My favorite word for "penis" is
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Cock
- My favorite word for "vagina" is
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Pussy
- I write erotica because
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Lets me express my kinks in a creative way
- In conclusion, I am
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Someone looking to be creatively kinky
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The night by Moistmaker
Chapter 4 in A dinner party to remember
Scott ends up on the downstairs couch, shirt half-buttoned, legs draped over the side. Not even too just lazyness. Sharon thinks nothing of it until the house is still, the only sound the faint hum of appliances and Robert’s breathing beside her in bed. She wakes to...
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Embracing by Moistmaker
Chapter 5 in A dinner party to remember
Scott with all his bridled testosterone spun Sharon around bending her slightly as he put his fingers in her pussy using her juices as lube for his cock. Sliding down his foreskin wanting that first penetration to be as intense as possible. Sharon looking over her shoulder at th...
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Embraced by Moistmaker
Chapter 4 in A dinner party to remember
Their bodies tangles exploring every inch of eachother. Lips locking, fingers exploring hands groping. Then playfullness turning to intent clothing being removed his top then hers, the danger of their semi naked body being exposed in the kitchen for all to see. Hunger in Scott'...
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Water text by Moistmaker
Chapter 4 in A dinner party to remember
Sharon stays composed after brushing Scott off, but the echo of his touch lingers as she wipes her hands dry. Later, while checking coats in the hallway, she glances toward him across the room. Their eyes meet for a second — his gaze unsure, maybe even apologetic — before he look...
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Denied by Moistmaker
Chapter 3 in A dinner party to remember
Scott leans in, brash and bold, and when his hand skims her side, Sharon steps back. “Don’t,” she says, gently but firmly, placing her hand on his chest. “Not here. Not ever.” The air tightens. His smile falters, unsure if he’s misread the signs or just gone too far. “I didn’t...
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Tease by Moistmaker
Chapter 3 in A dinner party to remember
Scott edges in close, and when he runs a finger along the small of her back, Sharon doesn’t flinch — she smiles. “You think that’s all it takes?” she purrs, turning to face him. Her lips are inches from his, but her body is deliberately out of reach. His eyes flash with hunger....
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Embrace by Moistmaker
Chapter 3 in A dinner party to remember
His hand finds her hip and pauses. When Scott leans in, pressing his body lightly against hers, she doesn’t step away — she tilts her head just slightly, inviting the whisper she knows is coming. “You taste like the part of the night people forget,” he says, lips brushing her ea...
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Ignored by Moistmaker
Chapter 3 in A dinner party to remember
Scott steps behind her, his cologne sharp, words slurred just enough to signal his intentions. "You’ve been stealing the night, you know that?" he murmurs, fingers brushing the edge of her hip. Sharon doesn’t turn. She exhales slowly and dips her hand back into the soapy water,...
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Scott by Moistmaker
Chapter 2 in A dinner party to remember
The party was hitting its late, hazy stride — laughter looser, music softer, the wine deeper in everyone’s veins. Sharon was in the kitchen, sleeves pushed up, rinsing the wine glasses that had started to pile up. Her fingers moved rhythmically, lost in the warm water and distan...
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Andrew and Dave by Moistmaker
Chapter 2 in A dinner party to remember
Robert had always talked about Sharon — how incredible she was, how magnetic, how he was the luckiest man alive. Andrew and Dave had heard the stories enough times to imagine her in vivid detail, but nothing compared to the reality. At the party, their eyes kept drifting to her...
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