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And I will not stop
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RepresentingWrath
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Write GL smut.
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bold of you to assume I have a soul (of course I do. It's most certainly mine)
no?
Doing doing
owotrucked
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I believe in you
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Writing smut is fine as long as you write it well. There's a dearth of good material on Scribblehub, so the bar to reach the top is very, very, VERY, low. Send me your links for a review and get that Paetreon money.
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Alright!
(Patreon is a ways away for now but yeah, eventually)
Alright, I can do that as well (maybe)
RepresentingCaution
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Write what you want to read, and someone else will also love it!
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Pussychat is the way. Man. . . I miss my day when my work were full of unspeakable imagination.
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Easy to write and easy to get the monie, but also easy for your pen name (or even your real one) to get tarnished.
I don't know with other country. But in mine, if there are two writer/editor with same spec/skill, most big publisher will choose the one with smallest smut content in their career.
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CupcakeNinja
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send me the money instead, i'll write you any kinda smut you want.Look, a small taste of my skill!
"So are you happy with the honeymoon, wife?"
She only gave a faint smirk. "I think my shoulders are a bit stiff."
"I can help with that." He offered generously.
She thought of something just then. A full-blown grin split her face. "Say, don't we still have to consummate the marriage?"
Damien snorted. "Nice try, fish brain."
"Worth a shot." She deflated.
He regarded her soft, supple figure with appreciation. "Still, I can't just leave my 'wife' so unsatisfied. I'd say an extra special massage is in order, wouldn't you?"
He wanted to send away the servant girl but decided to let her watch. Instead, Damien placed a towel on the ground. Chelsea laid down on her stomach, an exquisite and exceedingly plump rear greeting him as she did. She could feel his eyes on her, like light kisses all over her back. Warm oil poured down her back and a familiar heat built in her groin. He already had her body thoroughly trained, unbeknownst to him. Those past massage sessions that had begun just like this spoiled her. Recently, just the thought of his touch drove her heart wild. And now, anticipation had her instantly wet.
He placed strong hands at her waist and moved up and down along her spine. Soft at first, then firmer. Roaming everywhere, from her neck and shoulders to her lower back and buttocks. His fingers moved to her legs. They glided over Chelsea's smooth flesh, paying special attention to her inner thighs where he knew her erogenous zones would be on high alert.
He gripped her tight, elastic ass, pouring down more stimulating oils. Her panties were completely ignored as he slid two large, hot palms under the thin material and gently kneaded.
He inched closer to her throbbing womanhood. Chelsea's toes curled up, silently begging for him to go lower.
Her nipples stood painfully erect. And it happened. He spread her cheeks, two thumbs slowly edging her moistened lips. She bit her finger to stop her moans. Damien teased that area wickedly, working her with practiced ease. She twitched and quivered all over. Her breaths became short and sharp. Everything felt hot as waves of sweetness clouded her mind.
Desperate for something more, something deeper, she raised her ass and pushed against his fingers. His thumbs were swallowed. Parting her vaginal walls, the youth blew a breath of cool air that made her shiver.
She twisted and changed positions. Her twin peaks stared up at him. Light pink areola surrounded two bead-like nipples that demanded attention of their own. And he graciously acquiesced. He pinched and twisted at one awaiting teat.
A short scream escaped her.
Cold violet eyes hung overhead and made her feel ashamed in all the right ways.
She turned her gaze to the left and caught sight of a red-faced Aiel girl looking on shyly. The thought of being watched brought an extra surge of excitement.
"Don't move." He took wrists and raised them above her head, pinning them to the ground. She was helpless against that daunting strength, a prisoner he could do with as he wished.
Her chest rose and fell heavily. She loved it.
His free hand went deeper. "Oh!" She moaned yet again. Pleasure assaulted her senses, shocking her silly.
Her legs locked together on instinct, trapping his arm between her thighs. A thumb flicked her nub and sent jolts of electricity coursing through her depths. She almost wept.
"Quite down. You're making her blush."
And stopped her cries with a kiss. He tasted amazing. Their tongue intertwined. Her back arched.
A tidal wave of pure joy burst forth, bringing her to climax. How long had it been? The feeling of finally having release was too euphoric for words. It sprayed everywhere, coating his arm in her juices.
His grin was downright sadistic. "Now look at what you did. My hand is going to smell like fish for days." He thrust his wet, dripping fingers in front of her face.
She reacted in a way he didn't expect at all.
The young woman opened her small mouth and erotically licked his fingers. Her soft, warm, tongue sent chills down his spine in a way that made his cock painfully hard.
The female servant had long since turned away her eyes, fidgeting restlessly.
He looked at the girl with consideration.
Well.
If she's having a taste, why shouldn't he?
"Thanks for the meal."
And so began a week-long honeymoon wonderfully spent
She only gave a faint smirk. "I think my shoulders are a bit stiff."
"I can help with that." He offered generously.
She thought of something just then. A full-blown grin split her face. "Say, don't we still have to consummate the marriage?"
Damien snorted. "Nice try, fish brain."
"Worth a shot." She deflated.
He regarded her soft, supple figure with appreciation. "Still, I can't just leave my 'wife' so unsatisfied. I'd say an extra special massage is in order, wouldn't you?"
He wanted to send away the servant girl but decided to let her watch. Instead, Damien placed a towel on the ground. Chelsea laid down on her stomach, an exquisite and exceedingly plump rear greeting him as she did. She could feel his eyes on her, like light kisses all over her back. Warm oil poured down her back and a familiar heat built in her groin. He already had her body thoroughly trained, unbeknownst to him. Those past massage sessions that had begun just like this spoiled her. Recently, just the thought of his touch drove her heart wild. And now, anticipation had her instantly wet.
He placed strong hands at her waist and moved up and down along her spine. Soft at first, then firmer. Roaming everywhere, from her neck and shoulders to her lower back and buttocks. His fingers moved to her legs. They glided over Chelsea's smooth flesh, paying special attention to her inner thighs where he knew her erogenous zones would be on high alert.
He gripped her tight, elastic ass, pouring down more stimulating oils. Her panties were completely ignored as he slid two large, hot palms under the thin material and gently kneaded.
He inched closer to her throbbing womanhood. Chelsea's toes curled up, silently begging for him to go lower.
Her nipples stood painfully erect. And it happened. He spread her cheeks, two thumbs slowly edging her moistened lips. She bit her finger to stop her moans. Damien teased that area wickedly, working her with practiced ease. She twitched and quivered all over. Her breaths became short and sharp. Everything felt hot as waves of sweetness clouded her mind.
Desperate for something more, something deeper, she raised her ass and pushed against his fingers. His thumbs were swallowed. Parting her vaginal walls, the youth blew a breath of cool air that made her shiver.
She twisted and changed positions. Her twin peaks stared up at him. Light pink areola surrounded two bead-like nipples that demanded attention of their own. And he graciously acquiesced. He pinched and twisted at one awaiting teat.
A short scream escaped her.
Cold violet eyes hung overhead and made her feel ashamed in all the right ways.
She turned her gaze to the left and caught sight of a red-faced Aiel girl looking on shyly. The thought of being watched brought an extra surge of excitement.
"Don't move." He took wrists and raised them above her head, pinning them to the ground. She was helpless against that daunting strength, a prisoner he could do with as he wished.
Her chest rose and fell heavily. She loved it.
His free hand went deeper. "Oh!" She moaned yet again. Pleasure assaulted her senses, shocking her silly.
Her legs locked together on instinct, trapping his arm between her thighs. A thumb flicked her nub and sent jolts of electricity coursing through her depths. She almost wept.
"Quite down. You're making her blush."
And stopped her cries with a kiss. He tasted amazing. Their tongue intertwined. Her back arched.
A tidal wave of pure joy burst forth, bringing her to climax. How long had it been? The feeling of finally having release was too euphoric for words. It sprayed everywhere, coating his arm in her juices.
His grin was downright sadistic. "Now look at what you did. My hand is going to smell like fish for days." He thrust his wet, dripping fingers in front of her face.
She reacted in a way he didn't expect at all.
The young woman opened her small mouth and erotically licked his fingers. Her soft, warm, tongue sent chills down his spine in a way that made his cock painfully hard.
The female servant had long since turned away her eyes, fidgeting restlessly.
He looked at the girl with consideration.
Well.
If she's having a taste, why shouldn't he?
"Thanks for the meal."
And so began a week-long honeymoon wonderfully spent
And to be honest i feel i coulda done that better.
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Anyone who believes writing smut=easy money is in for a very disappointing wake-up call a few months down the line.
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easy to write? i mean its easy to me, but explain all these shitty sex scenes i see here if its really "easy". I am a man of quality, sir. Your crappy writing skills wont get my dick hard, know what i mean?
EDIT the guy got mad at me for saying "your". Just to be clear, that was used as a general term, not for this dude specifically.
Meh smut without romance wont get you anywhere. But a good cover, the right setting and well written smut? i mean hell even 50 shades got some movies and i thought the books were a bit weak in the writing of sex scenes. It really seemed to get popular cuz of the kink, and probably cuz it was advertised well.
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That's exactly the point though. Just smut isn't going to sell. It's the same reason why fanfic doujins and hentai are liked. Same reason there is so much Konosuba ero doujins and ero arts. There is a history and story behind those characters, and they will sell more than if it was a hentai from the start.
Like I'll take porn of Raikage cucking Hinata away from Naruto, rather than a story of some nobody characters that just have sex all the time.
TLDR: Write characters and stories people will care about. Then sprinkle porn into it later for people to go wild over.
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