always ansley

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


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.

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?