The Neighbor

By Madama X

Madama X signature stories are the erotica that other erotica authors prefer to read.

There are no decent men in this small town, and on most nights all I crave is for even a half decent bad man to throw me on the bed and have his way with me.

A pair of neighbors in this dead end, depressing town will do whatever they need to do to earn enough money to get out and make it big. Including making an attempt at writing female erotica.

To help their creative process, they make a friendly wager to see who can survive the longest if they were to stop masturbating until their story is finished. The writing goes nowhere as their frustration builds, while each tries to undermine the resolve of the other by using sexual temptations designed to make the other one break. Who will be the last one left standing? Or the first one lying down?

How long has it been since you have enjoyed a heart pulsing quickie? Have an itch to scratch and don’t have the time to spend 3 weeks wading through 514 pages of 50 Shades to get the satisfaction you crave? Then try a Madama X erotica caffeine shot. Stories that are short and clever, while still a panty dripping and mind blowing addition to your bedtime Kindle library. Every book of her signature collection delivers the highest levels of arousal in one tenth the number of pages. Hot and steamy no longer requires long and dreary.

18+ adults only. 14,3000 words

• Language: English
• Publisher: Madama X
• Release date: Dec 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463962343

Madama X

Seventy percent of women are raised to feel guilty about masturbation. 70%, if not more!!!! The effect of this to decrease female self confidence is undeniable. Madama X was one of those women for years.Everything changed for her when she started using her writing talents to enter the literary world of erotica after a health emergency. Writing and reading erotica altered her life. Now she is empowered to take on the world and nothing can stop her. She wants the same for her readers.Increased sexual satisfaction is more than just the physicality of having a partner, a sex toy, or a free hand. It is primarily about what is going on in our minds. Fantasizing about sexual escapades is crucial for anyone to reach a higher level of arousal and experience stronger, more overwhelming climaxes.Erotica is not just dirty books, it is the primary means to open a person’s mind to new possibilities and to reach new heights of sexual satisfaction.And Madama X understands the intricacies of womanly desires while exercising the utmost discretion when it comes to our basic, yet primal, urges. Madama X is a leading exponent of empowerotica, steamy, passionate short stories with a call for action to all women to overcome their shame of becoming sexually aroused.Read Madama X’s stories at the risk of embracing your own pleasure.

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The Neighbor

By

Madama X

Copyright © 2021.

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Published by Smashwords, in the United States of America.

ISBN - 9780463962343

First published, 2021.

Chapter 1

Tap. Tap. Tap. Writer’s block is an insidious affliction. My finger incessantly drums on my laptop. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Damn, this is aggravating. Can I get a little help, please? Maybe I should start praying. God? Moses? Elvis’s dead twin brother? Any dollop of inspiration at this point guys would be extremely helpful. Been sitting here for 20 minutes. There is nothing on the page in front of me. Not even a title. Who knew that merely possessing a hard-pressed desire to be an author is not enough to write an engrossing story? This isn’t simply cake.

His dick is huge, Lucas announces.

Nope, I reply.

His huge dick?

Nope, again.

I know writing aspirations as the lonely lament. But my daunting proposition is compounded by the presence of a Y chromosome in the room. While I express my frustration with the keyboard, Lucas, my almost stepbrother, and neighbor, sports the cheesiest grin on his face.

I really think we should start our stories with a description of the man's monumental cock, Lucas suggests.

For the love of God. Why? I rebuke.

We are writing porn. That’s what’s needed to bring the female readers straight into the narrative. That is what they want their erotica to do, he sermonizes. Get on with the good stuff.

Nu-uh, I definitively shoot down his idea with two grunted syllables and a brisk shake of my head. You are an idiot, I playfully added. That comment feels good from my end to help relieve my annoyance. I know it won’t bother him. Our friendship is even stronger than our almost family ties. We have the type of relationship where one can say whatever they want to the other.

However, the look of startled incomprehension in Lucas's eyes is almost endearing in its naivety. He obviously considers his idea to be literary gold. What can I say? Poor dear is a little slow sometimes. Plus, he has the element of having a penis for a brain. Why am I getting help from my stepbrother’s penis? Perhaps time for me to have some introspection. Was I high on drugs when I agreed for him to help me write erotic stories?

It still utterly perplexes me of the huge divide that exists between what men find arousing and what women do. I prefer to bite my bottom lip while reading a steamy scene laced with erotic description and emotional fulfillment. While I am certain most men would be more than happy with a grainy porn shot on Super 8, a rubber doll, or a jar of Vaseline. They need zero creativity to be satisfied. And despite his appreciated offer to help me create some literary sexploitation, Lucas is giving me exactly that, zero creativity.

Knowing his natural masculine propensity to cut to the chase, I had better act fast to bottle up both Lucas's enthusiasm and his testosterone. Or else, like any man, he will ensure this writing endeavor of ours quickly spirals down to become boy meets girl, boy fucks girl, girl likes being fucked by boy and calls all her friends to have them join her.

I sigh. Having Lucas assist me will require considerably more handholding than I originally appreciated.

Don’t you think we should introduce the characters to the readers a little first before we have them just strip and start screwing?

Why? Lucas asks.

Why? He has to ask. Why? I stare at his blank expression of bewilderment. Yep, I realize, he has to ask. Men are indeed from a completely different planet. And it is not Mars. Mars is not devoid of enough imagination for them to be content. The red planet is a veritable lush jungle of abundance compared to the limits of sexual intelligence possessed by some men.

So, the readers care about our characters, I insist. So, the readers feel emotionally connected to them on some level.

Lucas shakes his head. "No