The bed thumps rhythmically
beneath you while you
make a grocery list
and notice the weird
water stain by the
edge of the ceiling fan
the pace increases so
you stifle a half-assed moan and
tilt your pelvis and
wonder
is this
is this…
and you wait until the shower
starts before you
grimly knock one out
with fingers or vibes,
and the fantasy is always
someone’s skin who
isn’t quite real enough to taste…
To taste.
To taste
The way
The way you taste yourself in
my mouth,
and for the first time
realize you’re
a delicacy
And oh, beautiful,
the way you taste
with my forearm against your
pelvis while you wantonly
writhe against me,
basking in your fucking
feminine power
As. You. Should.
is like a sweat-soaked
lullaby wrenched from
your delicate throat
And you revel in
your cum on my face,
your fingers in my long hair,
your soft breasts arching up
against my skin
which is
so
like
yours
I don’t care if you shaved
your legs,
or want to just
cuddle,
and be sad,
and watch
Disney+
I don’t give a flying shit
about your insecurities
or your body issues.
Because you are a goddess.
You.
Are.
Your body has no issues.
(other than the fact
it’s not grinding
against mine.)
I do the fucking dishes,
and I give the clit
the best seat in the house
and I think
you
her
me
we
are fucking perfect
the way we fucking are.
the way we fucking are.
So dig your nails
into my strong shoulders,
and lose yourself
against my soft mouth,
as I slip two
slim fingers inside you
and growl
in a soft southern lilt
how fucking hot
you make me;
how fucking wet
you are;
How.
Fucking.
Sexy.
You are
with the lights on.
I slide down your body
like it’s a fair ride, and
I revel in the
way it moves me.
And the bed doesn’t
have a rhythm,
(there’s no rhythm,
no ceiling stain,
and I already
ordered groceries.)
The only sounds of
you
beneath
me
are those
of your toes curling
in the sheets;
of your cry
of release,
of
my name
(my fucking name)
on your
ragged breath
Passionately penned, Betty. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks Damian, I appreciate you right back.
Oh-Wow! I absolutely loved this, Betty. Best wishes, Harriet-Jacqui Furl, published erotica author
Thank you HJ. Back atcha!
Betty love your writes. Wooo
Thank you my sweet friend.
Your pieces are always so stimulating Lady, to tight
Hey ME!
It is tight as hell, my friend! (Kegals doncha know.)
Thanks my friend. Good to see you.
What! Betty graces us with some creative writing here! Or, also known as Lillith has entered Eden! What!
“forearm against your pelvis” = Details are everything, and this is exquisitely precise to make it a real moment. That bit of control is boss!
Well you had mentioned that you were going to concentrate on erotica. So that explains this humdinger of a write!
The way you make it so realistic, without any overly porn promotion, shows your skill, ahem, at creative writing.
Good to see you donating to the site. It’s about time!
My sweet, innocent brother-from-another-mother.
No, this was just some older stuff dusted off.
I have yet to write the porn.
It’s gonna be like a Gallagher show, you’ll need visqueen sheeting to avoid the splash zone.
JUST KIDDING…
Maybe
Hey, bro, thanks. I fucking adore you. Your critique matters and I really appreciate you for it. Thank you for being a fucking icon.
Icon? Don’t be calling me no foreign little car made by Hundai !! I’m tall dammit!
Okay okay.
You are a premium writer, Betty. Any site goes up in value with you posting in it. It isn’t always about the subject matter. It’s the technique and ability of the writer that carries the weight. You are gold.
Gotta love the raw honesty spilling onto the page without restraint. “Are those your toes curling in the sheets?” it’s that damn good.
Nice work Betty.
LOL, thanks Wally. I appreciate you!