erotica

[trisherina]

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.

[madasacutsnake]

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

[madasacutsnake]

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?

[trisherina]

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.

[lapietra]

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.

[Marcus Bales]

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.

[beckstra]

Laughter dropped from the pit of her stomach as all reason conviened in the knot of first time passion fused in her inner left thigh, his hand searching for stolen sugar. It was a game he learned in innocence from his mother, and although lighthearted as his fingers played, her silence stopped the game.

[Clytie]

twisted blackness
combines with the red
lying tangeled among the threads
their forms grafted together
his dark head resting
on her pale breast
as he listens to her heart

[trisherina]

He never said, "I want you," and she never answered, "Now," but it was in every single thing they never said, and it filled the spaces between them like a warm bubble, its dimensions shaped by the curve under her breasts and the angle of his jawline meeting his ear whenever he grimaced.

[Brynn]

I sit with my bare feet propped up on the coffee table, watching T.V. My cotton skirt today is shorter than what I normally wear. I watch him walk by me to the couch. I see his eyes shift and hear his breath change as I ever so slightly open my knees and casually rest my hand in what had been my lap. i continue to stare at the T.V.

[funkytuba]

soon she moved, he swooned and all turned loose, her swoon soon ensued

[beckstra]

She stared far-off as he extrapolated on the literal definition of erotica and how to write it and how she was wrong in saying his words were "crass and crude." As she answered, "Yep," and, "Good times," she could feel his blood begin to boil. He just kept repeating himself until he finally pissed himself off, took her arms in his hands and made pause, Realizing he had to work a little harder than that to move her. She smiled at her power.