erotica
 

Write a single sentence of erotica, entirely eschewing profanity and anatomical coarseness, that will make the reader feel as though her clothes are suddenly a bit too snug.

Please.

Can't you just surf for porn like the rest of us?

An ambiguous touch, a hand on my neck - your luster and tang heavy like lantana in the evening - I look at you and ask, tacit, is this a portent, or is it wish fathering thought?

We sat face to face, lap to lap, neither moving nor speaking as the air between us crackled and spun with the tension of need each could read in the other's eyes.

Their naked, sun-warmed shoulders brushed as they prepared dinner, the scent and smooth moistness of their oil-scented skin setting off a growing ache in her, breath catching in her throat, vision blurring slightly.

And like a priestess moaning soul to soul
Who's deep within her oracle's control
A sudden flushing frenzy took her whole
And only stopped when she could do no more;
Luxuriantly luxate, Dido smiled
And lifted up her lovely arms with mild
Inviting openness where only wild
Abandon beat a breath or two before.

whatcha wearin?

When at last the door shut behind them and they were alone, neither could spare the time required to go any further -- the entry wall became their smooth, cold, vertical bed, its knocking protest muted in the corridor.

Adapted from Leonard Cohen's Take My Longing

Take the longing from my tongue and make my useless hands your own, guide them as I untie my hired blue gown - just like I would for the one I love - and let you see my beauty broken down.

my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard....

i've got them socks on.

Yes, I know this is difficult. I once wrote a full-lengh Silhouette Romance (they contain fairly graphic scenes) just to see if I could. And no, no one is ever going to see it. I keep my old hard drives.

But give it a, er, shot, as unselfconsciously as possible.

I'd do another one, but my PM box filled up so fast after the last one that it's probably just not fair to everyone else.

You come awake in a horny morning mood
And have a proper wriggle in the naughty naked nude
Roll against my body, get me where you want me
What happens next is private, it's also very rude....

ok, it's not mine, but i love it. bow before the mighty
ian dury. i've called it 'having a wriggle' ever since.
;)