erotica

[dddrum]

Yeah, yeah... sorry, Brynn. I'll contribute to this thread just as soon's I gets the feeling back in my right hand.


(Meantime, does anybody gots any pitchkers?)

[12"razormix]

cletus arrived at glenfarg wearing his fowlis wester and feeling mighty balbeggie. he saw alva dunning at the crook of devon, went ballingry and humped her leg. crieff almighty, that woman was FINE (cowdenbeath or not!)

[beckstra]

She slid her chin along where his neck met his tee shirt, and she could feel their perspirations joining the same stream, and leaned deeper into her partner as Otis began to plead, "An' I want you! An' I wantah you!" It was an unexpected move when soul dancing, but she could swear the Spirit was telling her it was right.

[auntie aubrey]

so much giggling. i love this thread.

[daverbee]

Redneck foreplay:

Hey, bitch, you awake?

[xoites]

"I want you to remove whatever clothing you feel comfortable about and lie down on the table. There is a sheet to cover yourself with, I will be back in a few moments," I told her and left the room. This was no ordinary client. She glowed with sexuality. The curl of her smile had a devilish pleasure playing over it. Her eyes were lustrous and wet and her pupils large and deep. I was almost nervous. I had to center myself. Her scent was interfering with my profesionallism. Get ahold of yourself, man!

I waited the appropriate amount of time, cracked open the door and asked if she was ready. She was.

She was lying almost naked on her chest, the sheet i had left for her she had folded up into as narrow a strip as she could manage and had placed at the base of her gluteous maximus where the curve of her buttocks met her thighs. Her skin was slightly tanned and smooth. I could percieve no blemishes. No tattoos.

She had told me during the pre massage interview that she was in no pain, had no illness. She just wanted to be pampered. "I am afraid I am not very shy," she said as I came into the room. "If you would be so kind as to remove the sheet, if it does not embarrass you, i would appreciate it. I want to feel very free right now." I could not help but be mesmerized by the gentle heaving of her breath as I noticed the side of her left breast facing me in the soft light. "If you like," I said as I gently removed the sheet.

I turned and started a CD mix of Enigma and others suitable to listen to while being "pampered." I knew what she wanted and I was willing to give her what she wanted.

I took the oil in my hands and rubbed it warm and placed my hands softly on her back. My right hand on the small of her back and my left hand just below her neck. My hands were firm and warming. For a moment they did not move. The small of her back was especially enticing. I then slid my right hand up to my left and began the soft firm needing of the muscles in her right shoulder. I was not surprised to find some tension there despite her claims of wanting more than needing a massage. We all carry it. Some of us well, others less so. I found the knots in her back and worked them out. She cooed every once in a while as I did my work. I stroked down her left side to her hips and then did the same for her right side. Then came her behind. You really don't understand how much tension you have in your buttocks until they are massaged. It feels amazingingly good to have them firmly squeezed and gently pressed. She nearly hummed as I did this for her.

As I moved down to her thighs she parted them and I had to ask her to relax and not interfere. I heard her say something that did not quite sound like an, "Okay," but I took it as such. She was relaxed, but her lips just inches from my stroking hands were swollen and wet. She had no pubic hair and her lips were smooth and pink. I ran my my hands slowly and fairly firmly up and down her left thigh from her knee to just a hair's breadth of her vulva as slowly and as smoothly as i could.

She quivered.

I took my left hand and pressed it firmly at the base of her back and gently rode the oil up to the middle and stopped. Her heart was pounding. She was ready.

"Turn over, Please," I told her. She obeyed smiling up at me. Her nipples were hard and rosey. She looked at me with pure want.

And I obliged.

[Etoile]

xoites, yours was beautiful.

In a quiet moment, sitting with my feet dangling off the window sill, I feel your fingertips brush my sides. A warm, heavy breeze tossles my feet as I feel you pressing against my back. Staring into the pedestrian traffic 10 stories down, I relax my muscles and lean forward, allowing your hands to grasp me strongly around the waist. My vision is obscured by my wind-blown hair.

I reach my hands back to lightly caress the stubble on your cheeks as you wrap your forearms around my lower tummy and pull my limp body back into you, out of the windowframe. My legs, then my feet slide in from the open window.

With a turn, I am against the wall, my cheeks are flushed, my head is bobbing, and your eyes burn into my skin.

[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.

[Master_Jedi]

I took one look at her and knew she could fill my tube sox.

(okay, an american pie reference stfu, it's 3:13 in the morning, lol)

[Marcus Bales]

Reunion

Even her shadow seems to cast a glow –
And still it dances in its grace of curves
Stretched dark on dark. Her knowing smile reminds
Me, o, reminds me now of things I know
I haven’t brought to light in years. My nerves
Are seventeen again, and nothing winds
My fears around my throat like an old hello
Relived in newer light. I shake her hand
And smile, with nothing she would understand
To say, and nothing but my teeth to show.
She waits, then lifts her liquid eyes to mine,
And turns away without another sign --
And even her shadow seems to cast a glow.

[brightpearl]

^^I'm speechless.

Between that and your ice cream posts, you've got some serious yin-yang going on in there.

[Marcus Bales]

Sailor

She’d never sailed before. She’d never come
About, her body arched beyond the rail
Balanced there in joy and drenched in spray.
No one ever sailed where she came from.
She’d never tacked. She’d never felt her sail
Balloon against the helm and surge away
Along the moving fathoms with the mast
Reaching down the wind. And if she gave
The smallest gasp at every heave and wave,
She moved to meet each one, alive at last.

[brightpearl]

*faints*

[Marcus Bales]

Dirty Tune

The setting moon is pale from lack of sleep
But you are no less lovely than you were:
The summer cotton molded to your breasts,
The teeth between your lips, the little leap
And fall your laughter makes, all still stir
Me unexpectedly to higher crests
Of lust and love than anyone I’ve known.
But that’s just one more thing I’ll never tell --
For love revealed is also weakness shown,
And seeming weak is your idea of hell.
I’ll wait until this cloud obscures the moon
And with it hides the tenderness you lack
Before I wink at you behind your back
And softly, like a truly lunar loon,
Smile and hum a very dirty tune.

[Brynn]

"You're very good at this," she said as casually as possible, "but I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that."