A first

I am embarking on an all together new journey. I have decided to sneak a peek into the world of erotic novels. I am currently reading a book of erotic short fiction and am absolutely enthralled! I remember reading steamy sex scenes in novels as a teen and I definitely experienced my first orgasm (self-given, obviously) while reading a particularly hot one.

So, in celebration of sex, masturbation, orgasms, cocks, vaginas, and all things in between, I am starting my very first erotic novel. Eventually, I think I'll invent my own genre of erotic novels dubbed Erotic Comedy. Sounds good, no?

Here's a snippet:

Unaccustomed to fondling herself, Alice's fingers fumble at the velvet folds of her submerged vagina. She thinks of Arnold's unconcerned voice over the phone. She thinks of Peter, disappearring like a phantom. Like learning the keys of a piano, she moves her fingers clumsily over herself, letting out a pathetic mew upon discovering her clitoris. This, she thought, is something Peter hadn't given her.

The warm water fills the tub and her milky legs spread ripples in the clear liquid. She watches her hand flick shakily from between her brown lips and up to her tiny point of pleasure. The pleasure was sharp, at first, such a shock she spasmed at her own slight touch. Alice pauses, catching her breath. It had only been a few minutes, but already, she knew this was something more exhilirating, more stimulating, more sexual than anything Peter had given her.

She sucks down a deep breath and lets her head sink into the swirling warm bathwater. Her clitoris, aroused and ready, responds immediately when her hand seeks it out. She holds her breath underwater and caresses the hood. She forgets to think and Alice's hand seeks its own pleasure, instinctively flickering faster then slower, harder then softer.

The surface of the water breaks with a splash when she comes up with a shivering gasp for more air. Her mind wanders back to Peter. For a moment, she loses the momentum and her fingers stumble. Without wasting a moment, her slender fingertips have already found her clit, massaging the little mass of nerves. Her back arches and involuntarily her thighs grip and pulse. Her hips are pushing forward and back, sending bathwater slopping over the edges of the rim.


Thoughts?