Writing erotica is my passion, though I don't want to publish under my name. Ghost writing would be the perfect compromise to let my writing see the light of day! I am actively involved in the BDSM community and aware of kink-friendly terms and how to be respectful of all fetishes.
Sample:
Suddenly, the streetlights and city noises faded as Stacey found herself hauled into the backseat of a black car. She wasn't afraid - perhaps her reactions had been dimmed with time; or, more likely, her intensive training. Besides, Stacey knew it was Master immediately. The smell of His cologne permeated the air and the curves of His hands, God, she would never forget them. They felt the same way holding her eyelids shut as they did against her walls, when she clenched around Him as He violated her.
"Don't move." Master didn't need to voice the demand, but it did make Stacey shiver when He did. She nodded without emotion, falling immediately into the submissive role - not that she ever really came out of it. "Stay put." With that, Master left the car, soon reappearing in the driver's seat. Stacey didn't so much as buckle her seat belt. Her job was to do as she was told, and she was very, very good at it.
They were halfway to Master's house when He spoke again. "Open your legs for Me, pet." She followed the order without question, stabilizing her feet between the front seats as a magenta blush rushed to her face. His short commands drove Stacey crazy.
"Now what, Master?"