Slow Burn

My shoulder muscles ached, my arms had been pulled over my head so long.

My heart beat fast, red staticky bursts behind my closed eyelids that went the same speed as your thrusts. My hip joints creaked with the force of your grinding hips. The pain took my breath away, but the pleasure between made me docile even though my teeth were bared.

My throat was dry, my tongue swollen I’d been panting so hard.

My pussy twitched around your cock, painfully delicious pulses that squeezed you so tightly you had to grunt and force yourself into me for the next orgasm. I’d lost count, but I knew I’d pay dearly for every one of them. I looked forward to it.

My thighs burned with the friction of your hips, you’d been fucking me so long.

I was pouring life out of every orifice. My eyes were tearing, my nose ran. Saliva ran in a thickening stream down my chin, still cloudy with your come. My pussy had soaked you to the chest, and my asshole seeped your seed.

My naked tits were bruised, you’d been sucking them so hard.

Your stubble had made the delicate skin between my breasts hot, almost raw. You licked at my flesh, but it did not soothe. I begged for a kiss and you bit my swollen lips instead, sucking my tongue until I screamed.

I finally passed out, you’d been working me so long.

I collapsed in your arms but you kept going, knowing I wouldn’t want it any other way. You came one last time, filled me so forcefully my  back snapped and arched in my stupor. My flesh craved yours, even then.

Latest Comments

  1. paul1510 says:

    Ximena
    this would have appealed to me fifty, sixty years ago, now I like things a lot gentler.
    However, your prose poetry still engages me, fully.
    Warm hugs,
    Paul.

  2. Squeaky says:

    I love the intensity of this. The immediacy. The hot, sticky, wanton, exultant, craving.
    Hell yes, Ximena. Raw, red power.

  3. Paul Weimer (@princejvstin) says:

    There is a strong, definite cadence to it, reinforcing the fact that we are looking at the tail end of an encounter which has gone on a very long time.

    • ximenawrites says:

      The stop and go rhythm of it was meant to be slightly frustrating… like a lover that teases.

      Hard to believe a woman being fucked like that would be frustrated, but he did it on purpose. He troubled her still waters until she wasn’t her anymore, just a body that hungered for his.

    • Squeaky says:

      “He troubled her still waters until she wasn’t her anymore, just a body that hungered for his.”

      one sentence sex. sublime.

  4. willcrimson says:

    Intense and not a wasted word. What a treat to write with you. :-)

  5. exxiex says:

    This is so intense and raw..I love the whole fervency of it..I could feel every thrust nearly..(well almost) …I love shorter writes as this..great job on this..exxie

  6. postcardfantasy says:

    This is such a mix of appealing and not appealing. ( the situation, not the writing, of course :-)
    Wonder where the happy medium is?

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