I’ve made myself little commitment, or challenge, to get back on the writing horse. I promised myself I’d spend 15 minutes a day, every day this month, writing. It may not be erotica, but it’ll be creative. It may also be junk, so not everything I produce will end up here. Plus, it’s always possible, even preferable, that several or many of these sessions will string together into or become part of something more substantial. As it is, my first effort produced a little 200-word scenelet that I’m going to share here, for the sheer joy of having gotten something down I don’t hate. –M
What Now?
I laid my hands on her shoulders and pushed, gently. The last gentle thing I would be able to manage for some time. Her lips came off my cock with a long, agonizingly good slurp that made me growl and shake with the effort not to grab her head and shove myself back into her mouth, down her throat.
She looked up at me with that look. Almost as far gone as me, wanton and needy. But she has this little smile, too. It says “what now, mister man?” and “I bet I know.” Of course she knows.
I slid my hands inward, thumbs and forefingers almost circling her neck, and it was her turn to shudder. I did’t have to tell her what to do. One of her hands had been holding my shaft for her mouth, while the other was groping my ass. Now she brought both to my cock, holding it like the hilt of a sword as she shimmied to the edge of the bed. Legs opening wide, and wider, taught tendons and muscles, and the shine of wet cunt became my focus. My fingers flexed as she pulled me in.
What now? We know what.
The Erotic Writer 
I have been reading a lot of your stuff recently, and so far this is my favorite. However, I would love more of the story, as created from your imagination. While the ending leaves it to imagination, I seriously lack the erotic lexicon you possess. Sexy.
I’m glad you’re enjoying, Lila. One thing I’ve learned about the lexicon is that need makes it grow. There are painfully few directly descriptive words for sex and sexy things – words that are non-clinical, so the necessity to allude and describe, and stretch the language becomes the mother of invention.
Heady and delicious, Raz. And inspiring, too. I may join you in that challenge. Good luck.
The more the merrier, Squeaks. I think we’ve each gotten a good start!
Raz,
Too hot for this time in the morning? (09:20)
So many scenarios could lead from this, might keep me occupied all day.
Paul.
Indeed, Paul.
I find morning is as good a time as any – better on a weekend. You can go back to sleep all tangled in each other and messy.
grrrooooowwwwwlllll….
that was smokin’ hawt Monocle!
you captured that moment poised on the edge of sanity so wonderfully…the succinctness of your words did nothing to detract from the impending fury of the storm…
Glad to see you back!
nilla
Good to bee back, ‘nilla. At least I can say with confidence I’m back in _some_ capacity. How much you’ll _see_ on a daily basis is still up in the air. I did my 15 for today, too. Though it wasn’t a complete piece, it was a bit sexy, and I do hope it will reach a point where I can post it.
Nice Raz. It’s nice to see something, again, with your name on it.
Thanks, Will. I’m pretty sure there will be more. Heh.
Short but very sweet, lovely <3
Good luck with the 15min a day challenge, cheering you on!
Beautiful… so sensuous. I know what comes next.