The Erotica Novels Meeting
Story Codes: MF, Consensual, Exhibitionism



The Erotica Novels Meeting
by Midsummerman

He'd been writing erotica for some time now, and had enjoyed a reasonable amount of
feedback from the sites he'd frequented and had his stories published at. He'd been asked
several times if he'd like to attend an informal meeting of authors from a site, all with similar
interests. The majority of his work centred on his love of dominant females and the fantasies he
often had about them. Meeting such women was a dream to him, and he was not sure about
how his exposure would make him react. It was this that had kept him from attending till now.

On this occasion he had received persistent and friendly contact from several people on the
site, and the meet was at a remote country pub; he was unlikely to meet anyone he knew from
his mundane day to day life, and he thought discussing his tales, and his penchant for
assertive women with other authors might prove therapeutic. He bit the bullet and mailed back
to his contacts to say he'd be at the venue.

His mind was buzzing as he drove to the pub. He was a bag of nerves as he parked the car and
walked in. He would case the joint first in order to get a feel of what he was in for; if the place
was full of small beady-eyed men in plastic macs, he was off. He ordered a pint and a buxom
woman behind the bar smiled at him as she pulled the pint for him. There were more women
than men in the seated areas and he did not see anyone who looked remotely like they would
possess a plastic mac. As he paid the bar maid she whispered to him on receiving the change.

'If you're here for the Erotic authors group, they're sat in the lounge round the back. He
thanked her and plucked up the courage to walk round and see. There at the back, was a small
and cosy lounge which looked quite busy, he walked straight in and looked for a suitable group
of males to introduce himself to. There were none. He hovered for a moment when an attractive
middle aged woman stood up and asked if he was there for the meet? He replied in the
affirmative and the woman smiled broadly.

'Do come and sit with us, you can introduce yourself, it's so good to have some male company;
you're the only one so far! The women made a space for him and then hemmed him in as they
jostled eagerly to find out which author he was. He was hesitant at first as he did not want to
offend any of these women; they all looked so middle class and upright. He then reasoned with
himself; this is an erotica meeting you fool, that's why they're here. He announced who he was
and the women smiled wickedly at him. A buxom blonde of about 55 in a tight black dress with
black stockings and sexy stilettos leaned into him with interest.

'I love your femdom novels; they are so realistic; are they based on your experiences, or is it
pure fantasy' He swallowed hard on a gulp of ale; he had nearly finished the pint already.

'It's all pure fantasy I'm afraid. The women giggled; he had now made it quite apparent from his
simple response, that these were his personal fantasies, rather than something which would
simply provide a theme of interest in order to sell a book. The women all looked at him
knowingly; one puffed a little smoke at him to gain his attention, and smiled, she really wanted
to blow it in his face. Her pussy was already tingling at the thought of having a genuinely
submissive male sat opposite her; the possibilities of some entertainment were imminent.

Before he could say yes or no; one of the women had bought him another drink. She shuffled
her shapely breasts at him, sitting down as he thanked her. She puffed herself up and poked
her tongue out of one side of her mouth provocatively.

'Elaine Hardwicke will be here soon; she loves your tales and avidly awaits each publication on
the site; she will be so pleased to meet you. The women smirked at each other and eyed him as
they probed him with questions about his various tales; they took great delight in mentioning
some of the more explicit parts, which had him blushing, but also gave him an erection; he was
beginning to enjoy the subtle humiliation being worked by the women. A warm and sweet
smelling mature brunette, who had squeezed warmly up against him, had removed her shoe;
she ran her stockinged foot up and down his calf as she listened to an account of a story. He
was now more than a little conscious of the bulge in his trousers, which was now patently
apparent. One of the women smiled as she looked up toward the entrance.

'Elaine's here. The woman who avidly read his tales was a stunning redhead, elegant and very
shapely. Like some of the others she was dressed in black; a tight dress showing her curvy,
ample body, set off with black stockings and stilettos. Her dress was forties style, and she was
facially very, very, attractive. Her 5'8 or so made her a very imposing sight; the stilettos making
her almost as tall as he. She must have been fifty, and her mature years only served to
complete the picture.

She was the epitome of any submissive man's dreams. He swallowed hard as she approached;
whatever else happened today, he already had her featured in a million fantasies in his head.
He would have even greater difficulty in confining his excitement now. The blonde and the
brunette snaked their arms about him as she came over.

'Guess who we have here Elaine' Said the teasing brunette as the stunning new arrival put her
knees together gracefully, and he watched her delightful rear descend to a seat; she did this
sideways on, as if to offer him the best view possible in subtle fashion. She looked at the man
opposite who she'd already decided was 'passable'.

'No, who do we have the pleasure of' her voracious green eyes scanned him up and down, as
she smiled softly with the expectation engendered by the emphasis of the question. The
brunette toyed with his hair as he almost went into a cold sweat, and then faced the glorious
Elaine to respond.

'Who's your favourite author at Erotica.Novels.Com' Elaine's smile turned to a sort of wicked
sneer as her mouth opened and she licked her lips; her wide eyes held him transfixed like a
rabbit in a car's headlamps.

'Oh heaven, I'd expected you'd be a small fat man, bald with bottle-bottom glasses, complete
with gabardine raincoat. Of course I'd fantasised you'd be, well'¦ much the way you are! He
smiled weakly back at her in embarrassment; he was somehow very uncomfortable with the fact
that this electrifying woman had actually indicated that she found him remotely attractive. His
cock bulged none the less. She stood, as though to pounce and devour her pray, and looked
at the brunette.

'Would you mind' The brunette reluctantly gave up her seat and Elaine nestled eagerly next to
him. The initial shock over, she composed herself as she now toyed with his hair and smiled
wickedly at him. She deftly put her hand on the bulge.

'Tell me which of your stories is your favourite and why. She puckered her hot red lips as she
felt his cock pulse under her hand; both hand and member appreciated the soft warmth. He
could not lie; his favourite, in which he had poured out just about all of his inner emotions and
deepest desires, concerned a dominant redheaded mistress who was mature in years. The
other women seemed to close in around him too; he felt captured and also felt Elaine's
fingertips caressing the very tip of his cock, which was now making a damp patch through the
fabric. She crossed her legs, offering him a view of her sumptuous thighs, and rubbed the
inside of his cheek to regain his full attention.

'How does it feel to be surrounded by dominant women' She said in a matter-of-fact tone. The
others laughed and giggled softly. The question hit him like a sledgehammer; this wonderful
woman was so open, and he was struck dumb.

'Well' She said as she rubbed his crotch just a little more vigorously. He gasped and found his
voice; it was undeniable.

'It feels wonderful; I've never had the pleasure before. He felt like a schoolboy in a staff room;
the women knew this, and like a team of headmistresses they would enjoy educating him; it was
now obvious he would be fair game for them, as he showed none of the cockiness oft displayed
by other males. True to his tales, he was submissive to females and they were now bent on
having him enjoy their company.

Elaine leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek, the warmth of this woman who would
enjoy him, gave him a thrill he could not have imagined in his fantasies; the women giggled at
the perfect impression the lips left as she drew back, caressing the back of his neck, as she
made her next move.

'We're all going back to my house later; I want you to come too. I'm sure we ladies can give you
some lovely ideas for your next story; is there anyone at home who will miss you' He was
gripped between fear and elation as the women smiled knowingly at him, waiting for his answer.
They were like cats toying with a captured bird; their pleasure grew by the minute with each
tease. He was divorced and lived alone. He had not the strength to invent someone waiting for
him, nor did he want to; once they knew they would eat him alive. His erection stiffened as he
announced he was alone. The women chuckled and expressed their delight; Elaine squeezed
closer to him.

'That's decided then, you'll come along and entertain us; I might even keep you for dinner. He
managed a smile at this and she put her arm round him; it was as though she owned him
already. They had a couple more drinks then the women stood, almost in unison as if by some
unseen signal. His face was assailed by a mass of wicked and assertive smiles. Elaine clasped
his hand.

'You'll come with me now; we're all ready to have some fun at my house. He looked at the
elegant woman's beautifully round bottom as she virtually pulled him along to her car; his heart
raced and his erection pulsed. The other women giggled and fondled his arse as they took him
away.

The buxom barmaid smiled as she saw the man's car still in the car park at closing time that
night; it was still there at dawn. Somewhere, a man knelt naked before a supremely dominant
woman; he was being taught how to live out his fantasies, and she was indulging hers.

Copyright© 2012

Midsummerman is a middle aged male from South-East England. He has been writing erotic
short stories for the past year and have many on various sites. Though he have a penchant for
dominant women, he also write stories about T-girls, which have been well received on other
well known sites.  Midsummerman is thrilled from writing these tales and get plenty of feedback
from readers who are thrilled to read them.

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