The Life of an Erotic Writer Ch. 1

The second focus of his photography is what would really scare the other people off, even the thought of it disgusts him, but he can't resist. The subject draws him too it, like a moth to the flame. A cold lifeless flame... his sister. The shovel is still stacked in his closet, well washed, resting on top of hundreds of pictures from every angle, with numerous pieces of fabric on top. He can remember the first night, he wrote a story on it, the only one he had wrote that has not been accepted by any sites so far. He awoke on that day, right after he got his first camera, with a feeling that today would be an important day in his life, with a decision that would change his life forever. He was going to make his weekly visit to the site of his sisters grave, a private one in the far corner of the cemetary. He took his camera to get a shot of the headstone, and as he watched a grave being lowered into the ground, people surrounding it, crying, he got his idea. He ran back to the garage at the house with his mind trying to wrench back control over the body from the heart. But the heart won, and went on, he grabbed the shovel and ran to the grave site. He took the first picture.

"This story, unlike all my others, is false, except for the first paragraph"

I digged up the grave to see her face one last time, the camera was hung by a string around my neck and it swung in accordance with my strokes. The pile of dirt continued growing and growing. I speed up, my heart beating faster and faster, I didn't know what I was doing, my mind cried out to me that this was wrong, this was defiling sacred property... my sister's final resting ground. My arms continued digging, harder, faster, harder, faster. I keep on telling myself the same thing. I am only here to take some pictures, but the other ideas just can't help but to poke into my mind. *clunk* I have hit something hard. Hard, just thinking of that gets my mind started down that forbidden path again. My hard on quickly evaporated when I realized that it was just a rock. I dug down quicker, I had to get there before my imagination took control. It didn't take that much longer before I heard a hollow knock. I had found it. I quickly cleared off all the dirt from the top of the coffin, and opened it... It both disgusted me and turned me on. My sister was there, and rigor mortis had just started to set in. The smell made we want to gag, but my cock grew all the same. I took my pictures.

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I quickly up and left.

Other then that his stories have all been widely distributed throughout the web, I guess it was the combination of incest, pedophilia, and necrophilia that just was too taboo.

After high school he had an important choice to make. Oxford? Yale? All the big universities have been sending him great offers of scholarships, and he just didn't know what to do with them. He decided to check with the school's guidance counciller, get some advice.

"I was just walking up to the school when I felt it deep in my bones, something was going to happen. I loved the feeling, it meant I was going to get to see some action. I wondered where in the school it would be. I got in the door alert to my surroundings, it could be anyone, anywhere. I had to do some fancy manuevering to re-adjust my boner so it was less noticable. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something... A guy, coming out of the washroom, with a not to obivious bulge in his pants, and what looked like it could be a condom going into his pocket. He seemed nervous and giddy as he walked so I followed him quietly. He dissapeared silently downstairs and I immediate realized exactly where he was going off too. It has been one of my favourite hunting grounds for a small while now, I don't get to see much action, but every once and a while I get lucky, a senior leading a junior astry, or even some girls fingering themselves in the shower. There was a hole between the shower rooms of the two change rooms, hard to find but positioned well to see anyone in the oppisite room. I just hoped that one, they would be in the girls changeroom, and two, they would go at it in the showers.

Unluckily, I was wrong for both counts, because as I opened the door to the boys change room I could hear the muffled whispers which said that they were located in here. Thankful for the ledge keeping me out of sight I pondered the two choices before me, watch and risk being caught, or leave. I wasn't smart enough at that moment, with those moans in the air, to realize my other option of trying to look from the girls into the boys. My hard on was fighting my brain for rights for motor control, and like most situations with hormonal teenage boys, my dick won out. I peeked carefully around the corner to find that they were moving fairly slowly, they weren't even naked yet.

I wasn't sure if they were going slowly because they wanted it to last, or if it was just because it was a first. It didn't take long to find out which it was. They were both fidgity, and didn't know exactly where to place their hands. They seemed to be experts at kissing though, with their mouths pressed together, I could see tounges mingling together. His hands slowly moved from around the back of her from a hug to timidly placing one over her budding teenage breast, she let out a soft moan and started to try her own at exploring, letting her hand wander down the front of his pants, they both started to move their hands experimentally, to see what they could do. I could tell that it was working because I could see the kissing get more intense, with them pressing against each other fiercly, bodies mingling, I could feel the passion going through the room. They seemed much more confident as they moved on, and he slowly started to work his way down, kissing her chin, then her neck. He stopped when he reached the top of her shirt, and he slowly moved to take off her shirt.

I could tell that he had not seen a girl naked before, his eyes hungryly ate up every bit of skin that was relieved, and I could see a shudder pass through his entire body as her silken bra was finally reveiled. She drew his head up while she started to undo the bra straps, hungy for his lips, and his tounge inside of her. His hands started to move down, he wanted her wetness. He undid the button of her jeans and I hoped to see some nice cunt, but he did it just so he could get his hand in there. She was done with the bra straps, and as soon as it fell to the ground his mouth was done there, licking and sucking on her nipples. "Oh Adam," she called out, "I want you, I want you in me." She started to pull down his pants and his cocked popped out, and it was huge, must have been more then 12" long. Her eyes almost popped out of her sockets. "My god Adam, that's huge!"

He looked worried and took his mouth of her nipples for a sec, "is... is that a problem...?" She didn't need any time to think it over, "No..." And to prove it she bent down and took it *all* in her mouth, "Oh god," he cried out, and started slowly pumping his huge cock in and out of her mouth, he stopped for a second with this look on his face. "Let's get better positioned." She had a confused look on her face, but he quickly moved to show what he meant, he left his saliva dripping cock by her mouth, and moved so that his face was near to the wet spot in her jeans. And that's when it happened.

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