The first erotic story I wrote is called Candy's Room. I wanted to write a coming of age story about a first time experience that left an 18-year-old guy hurt and alone afterward; kind of like "The Summer of 42". For erotica, I think it's a very sweet story. You'll want to give him a big hug after you're finished reading it. (I know I did).
Here's an excerpt from Candy's Room:
I couldn't believe it when she invited me back to her apartment. Once we were inside, she asked me to untie the shoelaces that wrapped around her gorgeous calves. I did as requested. I was her humble servant. I untied them very slowly, savoring each time my fingertips touched her flesh. I got up the courage to reach over to kiss her. She tasted so good from eating the Popsicle. I would love that taste for the rest of my life. I told her, “You taste like the Big-Stick.”
“Do I?” she asked, knowing full-well the sexual overtones of what I’d just said. We both laughed.
I reached over and boldly pushed her tube top down. I had been dying to do it since I first laid eyes on her. Her tits were big. Really big. I couldn’t believe she was letting me see them. I told her, “You are so beautiful.”
I’m sure I wasn’t the first guy to ever see them, but I was really starting to like the idea of her showing me how to be her lover. I liked that she was older. Even though there was a big age difference. I wondered who she’d been with. How many guys had she fucked?