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What You Want
March 21, 2012, 7:50 pm
Filed under: Erotica

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The bar is dark. I begin to appreciate the minor details after three drinks. And she has been stealing glances. Every single movement is deliberate. By five or six, I meet her stare.

My body is pressed between hers and the wall, her hand wrapped tightly around my delicate throat. I am only speaking in vowels, short gasps escaping from my slightly parted lips. The room downstairs is crowded, but darker. Much darker. The light above the pool table glows and all the noise of the game underscores the thrill of our unexpected encounter.

And just when her grip loosens, and she begins to turn away from me, I take her by the arm and force her back against the wall where I had been trapped. Dizzy from the choke and the whiskey still strong and sweet on my breath, I lean into her, hard. In that very moment, it all becomes tangible. The dull ache I had been carrying inside of myself since the last time we had spoken; I can feel it begin to well up inside of me to the point where I swear that the room is about to explode around us, but we stand there and we continue our wanting, unaware. To hell with all reason and with being respectful. This did not have to make sense, we did not have to make sense.

I close my eyes and I can feel her everywhere, a tiny burst of electricity in each touch. My hands are on her belt, they are tugging at her zipper. They become frantic and insatiable. I can feel the very familiar urgency, the need to be inside of her. And then I am, fingertips teasing her, thighs already warm and soaking wet spread farther apart and are beckoning me even closer. Her back arches and falls flat against the wall as she bucks her hips back and forth, begging to be fucked harder, deeper. Her knees are weak, I can feel her body shaking underneath my own. My mouth is on hers, I bite down on her bottom lip. I crave her.

Feeling her come close, I withdraw myself. Take a step back.

“Is this what you want?” It was a simple question.

“Yes.” With a simple answer.

She takes a fistful of my long, brown hair, and she pulls me back into her.



Bound.
December 13, 2008, 5:15 pm
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Her eyes were closed, my mouth grinning. “Not good enough.” She winced, then widened those big brown puppy dog eyes. “Not even close.” She was tied to an old wooden chair, bound by rope and gagged.  She sat diligently, not a single labored breath escaped her. She was naked, honest. She was mine for the taking. Her bangs spilled over her forehead, I pushed them aside as I slid the rope over her eyes. She was mine.



Microfantasy Mondays!
November 17, 2008, 7:49 pm
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We stop what we were doing. Push our yarn aside. Ladytron in the background. I feel my thighs becoming wet, she’s kissing my neck. Nibbling on my earlobe. Biting me. My jeans are tight. I know what she wants. I know that she can see it. Beneath the silver button and zipper fly, my femme cock presses tight against dark wash denim. Her hands explore, unzip. She takes me into her hand, satisfied with how hard she has made me. Satisfied with how hard I am. I want to explore her mouth. I need to explore her mouth. My hand presses the back of her neck. Pulls the little hairs at her nape. I force her down, into my lap. I force her pretty little mouth around my cock. Deeper. I feel the sweet fluid in between my thighs. I feel it flow from my hot, wet cunt. Deeper.



Monday Doesn’t Have To Suck.
November 3, 2008, 4:20 am
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[Video no longer available. Sorry.]

This is the winning clip I created for Essin’ Em’s blogiversary contest. I even mixed the music/sounds myself. This is the first time I’ve ever tried erotica in video format, the first time I’m putting my living, breathing body out there. I hope you like it.. and kudos to those who know what movie the quote is from.



Scribbled Words On A Napkin.
October 30, 2008, 1:13 pm
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I bite down on her flesh, hard. Almost hard enough to draw blood. I crave her. Undress her, first with my eyes. Then, with my hands. My fingers play with the black fabric of her vest, the buttons. My teeth tear them open.

I wrote this earlier today, not really sure where I’m going with it. Pretty amorous for a Dunkin Donuts napkin. Perhaps I’ll update it later?



The Shower.
September 13, 2008, 11:39 pm
Filed under: Erotica

She slid her jeans off, down around her ankles and onto the bathroom floor. I watched, mouth watering, wanting to take her right where she stood. I waited. Turned the knobs in my shower.. pulled off my own clothing. CocoRosie was coming through the speakers in my bedroom.. echoing down the hallway. The rain was pouring outside the bathroom window. My mouth found her neck, her collarbone. Pulled her into the shower with me.. pushed her up against the wet shower curtain covered wall. Pressing my naked body against hers, I felt the familiar urgency between my legs. Her hands began to explore each slippery curve of my body.. sliding over my skin and sending chills up and down my spine. My tongue traced over her.. spelling my name on her delicate frame.. working my way down her chest. Biting her gently. Sucking on her nipples. Teasing her.


“Fuck you.” She growled.

“Please?” I smirked.

She slid a hand down my side, between my thighs. Turned and pinned me up against the wall. Teased my clit with her fingertips. I threw my head back, my body bending to her touch. Back arched. Eyes on the ceiling. My hands gripped the shower curtain behind me, felt the hot water pouring over us. She sat down on the edge of the bathtub, pulled my hips towards her. Then her tongue was inside of me.. deep inside of me. Legs shaking, I gasped for air. Deeper. My hands were on the back of her head, forcing her to fuck me harder. Harder. Moaning. Shaking. Pulling her hair. Bucking my hips. Gushing into her mouth, I melted onto the floor of the bathtub.





French Connection.
September 11, 2008, 10:28 pm
Filed under: Erotica

My first fantasy has been published on EF! Check out the teaser below and be sure to read the rest by following the link!

She loved when I spoke in French. I knew very little, but there was something about the way the words came out that made her melt. She admitted to me, legs shaking, that it made her melt.

Taking one of her hands, I placed her fingers lightly on my lips.

Whispered, “Pour vous.” I placed them on my chest, letting her feel my heartbeat rapidly fluttering from within. “Pour vous.”

I took my own hand, ran my fingers through her hair, down her neck. I stopped at her face, looked into her eyes. Pressed a fingertip to her lips. “Pour moi?” She answered quickly. “Oui.” Then again, but this time my hand was on her chest. “Pour moi?” She kissed my lips. “Oui. Pour vous.”

My hands, curious as they were, began to trace their way down her body. My fingertips lingered on the warmth of her inner thighs, and immediately radiated heat throughout my entire body. I felt how wet she was. I knew how badly she wanted me. I could tease her no longer.

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