Erotic Romance Novel Needed ASAP

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Hi I don't know by Supernatural you meant the TV show or just any supernatural characters. For the former it is Lucifer. I have considerable experience writing short stories and books. I have written stories in different genres, many of which are romance and eroticas, and am a published author, with my fiction novel Chasing Sanity available in India and the UK. I shall be happy to collaborate. The budget is slightly less, though. My usual rate is $120 for 10,000 words. Feel free to request my writing samples through chat to see the quality of my writing. I will be happy to work with you on this project.

Hi there! I'd like to offer my ghostwriting skills. I've been a natively bilingual writer for about 10 years, first as a hobby but then as the way to make a living. I've completed various fiction and non-fiction projects but most of them were fiction writing. I do have the vast experience in romance/erotic genre writing in the format of big novels with deep character and plot development and other series of short stories with the erotic elements and plotlines. For me, writing erotic stories is not just erotic scenes, passion and nudity. Personally, the best work of it, should, first of all, tell a story about people and their relationships, their desires, motives, and needs. Sometimes, only dialogues can be very erotic as they can reflect the desires, the games which characters are planned to play, or secret fantasies to hide between the lines. There is so much freedom to make erotic genre truly erotic and not pornographic as many authors trying to do when they hear word EROTIC. That's not about me. I tend to tease the reader with erotic elements and grip their throats to make them breathless until they finally reach the big erotic scene they were waiting for. The erotic story writing, for me, is a like a good sex, you need to start from the prelude and make the rest steadily and with the caring. Therefore, I believe that I fit the project needs and philosophy, so I'd be glad to discuss more details about the deadline and the budget in the chat where I can share my extrac

I pictured myself as Cat woman ; an independent woman stuck in a lifeless neighbourhood. Every evening, i would rush upstairs as if someone is waiting for me. Normally, I would try to ignore the idle crowds, peeping eyes and intruding neighbours down the hall. That day I felt imprisoned by my own making. I needed someone, I wanted him so bad. If magic was real, on that day, my first wish would be a black man called Dick. He would be standing by my door, impatiently waiting. Girls would be having impromptu hallway- journeys just to try to catch attention. Maybe steal him for second. Maybe, he would ask about time or rather tell them to stop embarrassing themselves. Just like I always do when I see a potential bedroom bully. He would see me and pretend he's mad, sober, tired and sleepy. Tipsy and aggressive, I put that on the table. Just so we have an accordance that I was not going to bed, high and dry. Even worse, I was not in the mood of cooking. He had been cheating, and in his 3 months business trip, the closest I had come to a dicking were my small fingers. A tickle in the pussy doesn't make you cum or laugh, at least, and I would wait that long to finally cuddle all night long. I served him cold water, took a quick hot shower and smoked a joint. Disappointedly, he was fast asleep. He had all his clothes on, his shoes in his feet at the edge of the bed. All I wanted was dick. His hard, long fat cock with a shaft full of protruding veins. I wanted him hard that in his first entry, he would slide deep inside until I gasp, without stopping on the way. I touched my lips, they were moistened, sticky on the finger with a hot pussy aroma. If he can't fuck, at least he eat. I get on top of the bed, slowly not to wake him up and kneel across his face. His nose right below my soft lips, seem to be twitching to the freshly served vigina. I wanted him so bad, I pushed a finger to test the severity of my situation but all my pussy did was suck it in, deeper and deeper. Thirsty for relief, hungry for him and when I removed it, a drop of my juice landed right into his slightly opened mouth. "You are in deep trouble, " he said, sinking my waist onto his face. (Am excited to write more)

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I don't watch Supernatural. I am a published author with a literary style that attracts readers. I enjoy writing stories that bring characters and world to life ranging in genre from Urban Fantasy to Horror. Below is an example of my writing: “I love you.” These soft words escape your lips as you presses them gently against mine. The soft ache of hearing you say such words to me, even after all I’d done, knowing that I don’t deserve it, drives me to tears. I cry against you as you hush me, soft hands petting my hair. I fall from you, landing on my knees and covering my face as I cry. “No, I don’t deserve this, I-I shouldn't want this." I stop mid-rant as your hands touch mine and you slowly pull them away from my face. I continue to look down, not wanting you to see the pain on my face, the ugly tears I cried. The sweet pain in my chest continues to throb as we sit in silence and I wait for the worst. For you to say you're done with me, to tell me to leave. To give me the ending I felt like I deserved, to leave me alone, in love and in pain. “You deserve to be happy, and I love you.” You lightly caresses my face, wiping away the tears. Your hand presses against my cheek lightly, encouraging me to lift my face. Slowly, I do, my tear-stained eyes meeting yours. Your beautiful, kind blue-grey eyes search mine for a moment. You smiles at me softly before kissing my forehead. “Let me show you.”