Somebody had been up to something, and he didn’t know whether Sorrel was capable of keeping anything this big a secret. He knew he was sure having t...ouble doing it. He walked in the front door and sped to the den, ‘Sorrel you still here?’ Sorrel had fallen asleep on the sofa. She’d been that way most of the afternoon. Charles Dickens was a great author, but like all serial writers, his stuff was best taken in small doses. She yawned, ‘Yes, I’m here.’ ‘Come on back to my room. Let’s get on the. So how should the very best erotic stories go about balancing their sexual content with their ability to be a story? On a scale of 0 to 100 in writing talent, it takes about a 2 to just write sex. All you need to know about how to write sex is to know the action, then swap synonyms (so like instead of ‘he stuck his penis inside of her,’ create ‘he drilled her with his iron rod.’ Magic.) There’s a great number of stories on here that clearly learned how to write sex scenes by reading other sex. I grew up following the instructions of adults so I didn't know anything else to do but to do what I was told. He left, I undressed and got in bed. When he came back into the room, he took his clothes off too, got under the covers, and laid down beside me and started caressing me. It felt so good but sort of scary. One, I had never had a hand other than my own, touch me. It felt strange and wonderful. And, I didn't want their daughter to come in on us. After a while, my body responded to his. Uh ... about temptation? Are you ... getting serious with ... Ted?”“Not really.” Brittney looked down at the overgrown yard far below and spotted an abandoned rose bush that was still sending out the most beautiful red flowers. She thought she’d have to go down there and pick some sometime. “The sermon just spoke to me, I guess. How about you, Danny? Any girlfriends I should know about?”“Noooo.” Daniel grit his teeth. His whole body trembled. He tried to stifle his groans as he let loose inside.