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It's just past six in the evening and I am in bumper-to-bumper traffic on my way home from work. The sun is on the horizon, but my mind is on him. It's only been 4 weeks since he last claimed me as his and yet none of the regular distractions seem to be keeping my hunger at bay.
I fingered myself in the bathroom shortly after arriving at work this morning. At lunch, I rode my office chair as I did the first night we were together. For a moment, he was there pressed between my thighs as I rode the euphoric orgasmic wave...and then gone. Despite knowing no amount of masturbation would fix this degree of desire, I became determined to filling the void with self-pleasure. The light turns green, but I can't move forward. Gridlock. Be Quiet and Drive by the Deftones is up. For a moment I feel his hand on my thigh, spreading my legs at his will. I slip my pants down just below my hips, blue striped panties with lace trim still in place. The windows in my car are tinted, but not enough to completely block wandering eyes, if someone really wanted to watch. Regardless, I'm such a filthy slut for this man, I could care less if someone else watches what they can't have. I'm his. My blue striped panties with the lace are wet with my juices... with one hand, I pull my panties to the side exposing my sweetness as I would for him. HOOOOOOOOOONK! SHIT! Time to move. I harness the adrenaline created within the moment and slip two fingers into my dripping wet cunt as I accelerate back into the flow of traffic. Focus. My thumb rests perfectly on my clit and with each thrust my thumb taps my clit ever so gently. It's not a thumb, it's his tongue. Fuck how I want it to be his tongue. Flicking, rolling, sliding into me as I start to loose myself in the moment. Reaching for his hair to pull him closer.. but FOCUS! I slide my fingers out knowing I'm going to have to make a couple turns up ahead. Lick my fingers... he tells me how he loves the way I taste. I agree. I'm sweet. Red light. I pull the straps of my bra down for ease of access and slide my hand into my shirt. My heart is racing, chest is heaving. My skin is soft, supple, and feels good to caress. As I reach my nipple I pinch it hard and laugh. I'm ready to be fucked, but why isn't he here?
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"Good morning, I love you" I text her. "I had an orgasm in my sleep," she immediately texts back. No Good morning. No I love you. Just... fuck yes.
I tell her how I'm going to fuck her. Roughly, like my slut, because she is a slut for me. She'll do anything for me, and tells me so. I tell her I know, and that just because I haven't had her in a compromising situation yet doesn't mean I won't soon. The chance came when she went shopping. As she shopped I talked dirty to her, and imagined her getting wet as she walked through the department store. That pretty girl with the nervous smile you walked past in Target, who was talking on the phone? She might have been talking to me, listening to me tell her how I'll fuck her when she comes to me again, tingling from head to clit to toe as she tries to appear composed and get her shopping done. As soon as she gets to her car she calls me back and says "Let's get this done". I'm cooking dinner for guests. I throw the meat in a pot and run to the garage. "I've got four minutes," I tell her. "I've got my hand down my pants..." she informs me... My cock has been hard for an hour already, so as soon as I get into my garage it is in my hand. This woman has ruined every pair of underwear I've put on for two months. I've been so hot for her all day that the smell of my precum hit my nose as soon as my cock came out. I think of her saying "I love your precum" briefly. "I've got four minutes" I interrupt. "I'm pulling over," she says, and she starts masturbating... as I listen to her grunts and groans and moans, I can't believe how quickly the orgasm wells up inside me. I'm coming almost before she is, but I need this woman so fucking bad I simply can't stop. Finally she is coming, and I pound my cock frantically as cum erupts all over the concrete floor and my hand. I nearly fall down, my knees are so wobbly. "We can finish this later... I have to go cook dinner!" I say... "Yes, we will..." she purrs, as I sling the cum off my hand and run in to cook for my guests. "Why did I ever leave?" I ask myself as I wipe my hand on my pants, and finish dinner.
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 Chakra Shock Waxing Prophetic   Registered: 02/22/13 Posts: 2,514 Loc: The Enterprise Last seen: 6 years, 3 months |
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The light flickers in the overhead fluorescents as we stroll through the hospital after dark. She brought me here on a whim, frivolously involving an innocent bystander like myself in the convoluted fancies of her curiosity. "No bother", I think to myself, "she wants me and I know it... for that matter, I want her too, what's one night striding through a closed out hospital? It's not like anyone's here to watch us". Her steps softly chafe on the tiled floor, tracing elegant fingers along the beige, nocturnal walls, my eyes engulf her figure, reveling in her beauty and poise. Until we met up at the hospital, it had been a week since we last spoke, after the night we flew away together on a thousand colored lotus where the bed used to be.
So we stroll down the hallway, looking for an empty room behind the thick, wooden doors. Each one opens with ease, each one revealing patients snoring soundly in their recovery beds. How many sick people can there be? You'd think the lepers of Rome were taking a field trip, with the luck we've had finding an empty room. But finally, here it is, no sounds of snoring, no reading lamps or muffled coughs in the night: the empty room. She smiles sweetly, reminiscent of a bengal tiger and painter's model, leading the way into the shadowy room. Following the sound of her steps, the scent of her perfume, we make our way past the sink and tables to the hospital bed, the kinds made out of naugahyde upholstery on an elaborate, metal swivel. Moonlight glances through the large paneled windows on the opposite wall, my eyes adjust to behold the vision of her beauty gracing the room with unconscious, fearless ease. As she lays herself beneath me on the bed, the waxy paper crackles and creaks. She lets out a nearly inaudible gasp of exhilaration: just being this close, the electricity jumps and sparks in the air. Reaching my hand out, I feel she's done the same, our fingers clasp. My heart rate rises incrementally, images of our past together flash upon my minds eye. The dark hospital room envelops us like a warm, cautious blanket, we're trying to tear through it to reach each other. Suddenly, as if something awakens in me, I find we're entangled on our chosen, if not slightly eccentric, support. Her thighs and calves have wrapped around my hips, pushing our loins together. What are these coarse cloths? Let's loose the pants. Softness of panties and undies slides across each other, warmth alights the sensitive layer of top skin, the steel of my erection ceremoniously bulges upon her enshrouded vagina. Hot, wet lips embrace, we're holding each other and getting closer. In a daze the rest of our clothes find their way to the floor, our naked bodies shimmer in the moonlight. Hands and arms swirl in compassionate dissonance, a harmony emerges from beneath our hearts. As I enter her, a cosmic riddle arrives like a punctual postman, only to be obliterated upon the next gasping breath of orgasmic delight. As the thunder roars within us, breath like lightning, sweat beads and mingles as we slip into tantric splendor. Her hair tumbles through my hands, a flash of her eyes timed synchronously with a thought about the majesty of life. The pumping rhythm of our hips entices me ever more deeply within her. I know she feels what I'm feeling, the majesty of this moment. Lights splash across pitch black, the voice in my head shuts instantly to deaf silence, an explosion ignites the interplay of neuron networks, fast motion, boys, the alarm bell's in full ring. In a puddle we lay, after exultant love making, laughing and caressing in the stark, silvery night.
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 Jokeshopbeard Humble Student  Registered: 11/30/11 Posts: 26,088 Loc: Deep in the syst 
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Am I the only one who finds this kind of writing really cringe-worthy? I mean I'm a really sexual being but it's like words and sex just don't mix for me.
Sex is an act best enjoyed in the moment IMO. Fantasising about it in words just seems odd to me... -------------------- Let it be seen that you are nothing. And in knowing that you are nothing... there is nothing to lose, there is nothing to gain. What can happen to you? Something can happen to the body, but it will either heal or it won't. What's the big deal? Let life knock you to bits. Let life take you apart. Let life destroy you. It will only destroy what you are not. --Jac O'keeffe
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You're the only one who bothered to piss on the parade, if that helps any.
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Chakra Shock Waxing Prophetic Registered: 02/22/13 Posts: 2,514 Loc: The Enterprise Last seen: 6 years, 3 months |
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well, I tend to agree on some levels, but there's something about fictional eroticism that I find to be totally enticing. It's like, you're not 'supposed' to read about those things, it's not 'proper', but writing and reading about moments of amazing sex is actually a great way to figure out what it is you and others really like.. though the cheesiness is on the top notch.
anyway, here's a passage from a book i'm reading ( it's not an erotic novel, just an erotic scene ): "Gradually, like the falling of leaves or the bursting of buds or the other so gradual as to be imperceptible dramas of nature, she pulled up her tunic and slipped her panties down around her calves. When the parachute of love descended, Marx Marvelous was face to face with her enchanted gypsy snatch. So quietly did Amanda stand that the whole Skagit Valley, animate and inanimate, from the Cascades to the Sound, seemed on the point of standing quietly with her while he kissed and nibbled her about the groin. His tongue made a few exploratory licks, as if he were a child testing the flavor of a lollipop. She grew impatient and thrust her pubus toward him, and then and then . . . His tongue curled and thrust inside of her, his mouth mashed against her, the tip of his nose glistened with her juices. And then and then and then. . . Into the sucking of her went all the bafflement, all the rage, all the immense crazy consuming speechless frustration of his intellectual genius. He lapped up the sweet darkness, his tongue drum-rolled against her clitoris, he sucked his way toward the plum of her womb. And then and then and then. . . Her orgasm spanned a career that began with a delicate shudder and ended nearly tow minutes later (his face against her all the while) with an volcanic gypsy moan. At first she came gently, as a moth might; then, losing control, she writhed and wallowed in hot cat spasms of crude delight. He thought she would never stop. She feared she would dissolve. Her nectars wet his neck and her thighs. Her clitoris was a ladyfinger cloud pump-and she groaned with animal dignity as it throbbed. Pumped its fishy billows. Its honey and sparks. It was the greatest of the imperfect vintriloquist acts: when his lips moved, her body sang." So that's an interesting passage. The book is rather sexual, in a few ways, but there are really only two or so explicitly sexual scenes and that one is by far the most in depth. It comes from Tom Robbins Another Roadside Attraction. Anyhow, maybe that one did somethin' for ya. If not, then erotic writing really probably isn't your thing. I found this one to be a kind of hilarious and also pretty hot. Guess it would help to have the whole backstory of the book in mind while reading it, though.
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Jokeshopbeard Humble Student Registered: 11/30/11 Posts: 26,088 Loc: Deep in the syst
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Yeah that's pretty good, I admire the comedic element to it. Just don't get the sexual part though, but hey ho. I'm really not trying to shit on anyones parade by the way. Just trying to incite conversation. -------------------- Let it be seen that you are nothing. And in knowing that you are nothing... there is nothing to lose, there is nothing to gain. What can happen to you? Something can happen to the body, but it will either heal or it won't. What's the big deal? Let life knock you to bits. Let life take you apart. Let life destroy you. It will only destroy what you are not. --Jac O'keeffe
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In dust we trust PCP Saved My Life Registered: 12/02/15 Posts: 2,013 Last seen: 10 years, 4 months |
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Nah dude this shit is weird. It's weird how old chicks like all those stupid romance novels
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It's after midnight, and I haven't slept more than a few hours in weeks. The difference in our time zones is an even more cruel twist of the cruel fate that has her, the perfect woman, two thousand miles away from me. My phone is on silent, resting on my leg so I won't accidentally miss her text after her kids are in bed.
"I need you here." "Now." Two texts, but she didn't have to tell me. I need to be there now too, but the longing that is tearing my heart and mind to shreds will only make our union sweeter when I hold her again. I think back to the graphic she sent me... "Lonely nights. Expensive plane tickets. Bad internet connections. Still, you're more than worth it." I'm momentarily unable to breathe, as the significance of the sacrifice she is making to love me rests upon me like a cement truck. This woman, this gem, has chosen me over every other man in the universe... because there is no man a woman like this could not have. "I know." is all I can manage to reply. How can I say anything else? From across the country I feel her heart pulling at mine, demanding that I come to her, accusing me for not already being there. I recall our last night together, when as she straddled me on her bed and ground her hips against mine, she suddenly started hitting me... "Fuck you for leaving me. Fuck you for making me love you and leaving me," she said, and all I could do was grab her hands and pull her down to me and hold her. "I won't be gone for long," I had lied. She had known it was a lie. It would only be a few weeks, but we both knew it would feel like eternity. Now, we sat staring at our cell phones, hearts writhing in our chests, hating the circumstances that are keeping us apart. "I'll walk through fire for this woman," I think... and nearly cry out loud from the pang of loneliness and remorse that overtakes me when I realize that even that will not bring her to me any faster. In spite of all I would suffer to be with her, none of it matters. She is there, and nothing I can do will put her in my arms tonight. "I miss you terribly." I text, and regret that as I do, I know I'm only making it worse. She knows I miss her. It was a stupid thing to send. "I miss you too. Why didn't we plan for this weekend?" she asks. I know why... it is that cruel fate that we war against with this love we share. Circumstances, fucking circumstances. I wind the music box she sent me, a fragment of her broken childhood she has kept when everything else has been given away. It is a sign of her resolve to follow through with all we have planned, and somehow the knowledge that she has heard the same notes from the same music box softens the blow of the heartless distance between us. I stare at the screen. There isn't much more we can say. I know she is staring at her screen too. This is absurd. How can I love her so much? How can we make this work? The absurdity doesn't matter to us. Neither of us are new to being in love. This unexplainable, unknowable attraction between us is love and more than love. It is the reason I now believe in fate. Surely this woman has been meant for me from the beginning. Our love must certainly have been born in the Big Bang, two souls wrapped around each other and then thrown into the vast void of space, searching for one another across ages and against all odds. And now, we have found each other. None of the things against us even matter now. We've already overcome millennia and lightyears. We have existed over and over before, incarnated a thousand times as lonely souls searching for one another. Now, finally, we have nothing but a few thousand miles to overcome. This is the life, the incarnation, that is ours. This is our time. This time, we have found each other and will become one. I will not let all we have endured be overtaken by mere miles. "I love you baby," I text her, and I know that in those simple words, she knows all I've just described, because I know she feels it as well.
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I'm getting on a plane and coming to you in less than 10 hours. Be quiet and fly.
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