Written Erotica

While erotic comics hold a special place in my heart as one my first introductions to porn. I really can't talk about my love for erotica with out talking about its written form. Sex was always off screen in my early books or oddly metaphorical like in Stranger in a Strange Land. Though looking back on that one I think its because they were all group sex commune like scenes. One of the first sex scenes I read was actually a rape in Clan of the Cave Bear by Jean M. Auel. I do realize this is a bit twisted. That being said the sex was done doggy style. I, the innocent late bloomer freshman in high school that I was, could not for the life of me figure out how to make the words and my mental image match. See in my head they were doing it missionary style. Something I sort of assumed was the position always used in sex. I am not sure how I gained this information my guess is fleeting images from films. It was months before I had this A-ha! moment with that sex scene. Which just goes to show you how much I kept coming back to it.

I never really did get into the those trashy romance novels that almost every girl will tell you they grew up reading. That is not to say I don't enjoy some of them I just tend to prefer mine to be full of more smut. Take for example the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton. I am well aware that often the plots in these are thin and that they may not be the best written books. But I still love them. More on this at a later date.

One erotica that I easily fell into was fan fiction. Now I must admit early in this blog I am a geek. I am rather proud if it and am happy in my identity within it. But fan fiction was my dirty little secret. I think because for every story I read that was general adventure I read two dirty smut fics. Some of my first kinks was introduced to me in fan fiction. Thank God. This is also because I tend to lean away from romance stories. I just can't bring myself to care too much. So I often went right to the kinks.

Fan fiction was the first time I found flogging as something that turned me on. I don't remember the title but it had to do with something like "Ringing my Bell" and it had to do with a top flogging his bottom until he cried out at just that tone that he wanted. Yes, it was a slash story. Slash for those not in the know is a commonly used term for male on male stories. I am in no way a big slash fan but sometimes power dynamics in those stories really turn my crank. So around this time when I started really looking for and reading erotica I found first Yahoo chat and later Babblesex. This was back when on yahoo you could go to rooms and pretty much solicit cyber sex with random people. Cybering referring to in my case writing back and forth a sex scenes. I thought to myself "wow self, your'e not a great writer but you are so much better than many of these horny people" and so I started into cybering. Often not always just for my own arousal but for curiosity. It was only a couple years ago that I started saving some of those. I plan on sharing some with this blog. Though I want to format them a little better. I also wrote a couple short stories, well sex scenes really since there is no real plot. That is what I plan to share today! Chosen at random really from my computer. This one in particular I wrote for a friend while I was working an open house for my parents.

I am sitting on the black couch relaxing with my computer, one leg tucked under the other, waiting for customers, listening to Nickelback’s new song. Please don’t judge to harshly. Stretching out I kick off my tan two inch wedges, placing them neatly on the ground next to me. I am wearing a tan pleated skirt that is a little tight to my body till a little above my ankles where it flairs out in ruffles. I am wearing brown undershirt that has little beads tied into the lace that covers my breasts. I am wearing a many layered necklace of small brown and white beads. I rather like this necklace because each time I bend or move I and feel it against my skin. Then over the shirt I am wearing a white blouse that is a large V and comes together at my tummy. I never put my contacts in so I am wearing my glasses and my hair is half up and down.

Suddenly I jump my phone going off, I scramble to grab it. Flipping it open I see that it’s a text from you. “Busy?” Smiling, bring my legs up under me and text you back.

“No” Simple and to the point because I have Never gotten good at texting.

“Want some company?” I bite my lower lip, giggling to myself, physically happy at the idea.

“Yes, please.”

“k, see you in 10” I put the phone down on the table and Jump up running to the half-bath. Looking in the mirror I pat down my hair, I put on a little more lip shimmer. Satisfied, I do a quick turn-around checking myself. I slide my heels back on.

Then I move back to my couch fingers twittering, and inane grin on my face. Hands needing something I reach for my knitting, which of course I brought. Despite the face I rarely finish project and they are often quite square. Between each stitch I look up out the window, waiting for your car. Ten minutes being the eternity that it is, I get distracted by my knitting noticing that I had dropped a stitch, swearing under my breathe I bare down on my project concentrating. And by swearing I mostly mean grumbling at my own stupidity.

Hearing the door open, my head pops up eyes wide. The professional welcome on my lips dies when I see you step in eyes on me. You give a little wave smirking. I move to stand but am entangled in my knitting, yarn wrapped around my wrist and fingers. I look down growling a little as I move my knitting to the side you walk over and sit on the arm rest of the couch. “How was your day?” “Good, I finally got all my laundry done and got some groceries in the car.” I lean my head against your waist, “hmm, this house is never going to sell, and it’s so nice.” Twisting your fingers into my hair, you say “It’s just not a good neighborhood, but it will work out don’t worry” I put my hand on your knee drawing doodles with my fingers. “Ah, But I like to worry” I look up at you with over exaggerated knitting of the eyebrows my lips in something that resembles a frown; but is more me contorting my face. (Sitting here I am trying to think of how I actually frown and it felt weird so I looking the mirror and could not figure out what I wanted a frown to look like) You cup the back of my head “Your frown sucks” which I know it does. I break into a grin unable to hold the face. I reach up and grab your head my fingers gripping your hair and I pull you down for a kiss. You respond by leaning down further kissing me with more energy. I tighten my grip on your hair as you lean down a little more and fall on top of me.

I let out a small oof, “not here, not here” You let out a sigh, leaning your forehead against my chest. I push you up and stand, you are sitting on the couch now fixing your clothes. I grab your hand, “come on” breathlessly pulling you. “come on there is another room, hurry” I tug you again. You jump to your feet a smile practically spitting your face. I walk by the door shutting it. I turn so that I am walking a backward my heels clicking on the hardwood, I smile to myself and stop and lean up grabbing your shoulders. I whisper a little embarrassed and empowered at the same time “I want you to fuck me, right now” I blush a little at my forwardness, flushed with my own need.

I pull you into blind spot in the house, squatting down I pull at your pants undoing your belt and unzipping the fly. I slide down your pants taking in your semi hard cock with hungry eyes. I lick it, and then take it fully into my mouth with ease. I suck on making small noises in the back of my throat as I look up at you, you looking down at me. Slick with my spit I stand up my hand sliding up and down its length. I nibble on your neck breathing heavy as I rub my body against you. My groin rubbing against your hip; I lean up kissing your chin. “I want you to take me right here, in the open.” I capture you mouth in a kiss. You kiss back hungrily grabbing my head and forcing me to kiss you hard, I come up to the tips of my toes as I lean against you. My hand still on your cock and I squeeze slightly and then pull off my fingers trailing off touching the tip. My fingers lay idly on your head as I become absorbed in the kiss. I break away on from the kiss with some muscle. “Now” I pant, I need you now.”

I let out a moan at your grin and you switch positions with me, pressing me against the wall. Grabbing at my skirt you start pulling it up. My hands run through your hair pulling a little, when you let out a growl of frustration “Your skirt is too long.” I put my hands down and to help you. My skirt bunched up around my hips, you lay your hands on my pussy, wet already. My underwear damp, you slid one finger along my slit from the outside and I buck my hips let out a cry. I grab your hair in my fist and force you to kiss me quick. Panting I beg you. “Please fuck me hard,” I let out a whine “now.” I punctuate this by grabbing at your hips. Pulling at you, a small noise growing in my throat, I lick your chin purring.

Pulling at my underwear, the other hand holding my skirt up you again let out a growl of frustration. I reach down and help you pull them down, wriggling letting them fall to the ground. Grabbing your collar I pull you close so I can kiss your mouth, biting on your lower lip a little. As you guide yourself in I let out a small moan, leaning my head back and biting my lower lip as I do.

You slide in fully and I lift one leg wrapping around you as you start to pump in and out. Leaning your forehead against my shoulder, I move my head to your shoulder biting hard. At my bite you increase your speed so that I am being pressed and pounded against the wall. Throwing my head back I hit the back of my head, which just makes me grab at you back more. I would be scratching at your skin but frustrated I met only with shirt. I pull at it anyway.

As you pound into me I bite my lip swallowing my scream. It more than just the sensation of you fucking me it’s the knowledge of where we are. The adrenaline rush from out naughty actions. My body starts shacking with an intense orgasm, holding tight to you so I don’t fall. You pump in and out a couple more times, and then explode, with a small groan leaning into me to muffle the sound. We slide down on the wall, both clinging to the other while we pant catching our breath. You twist you head slightly and lay a kiss on my neck and I murmur in happiness snuggling closer to you.

I whisper to you as you nip on my ear between syllables making me gasp. “As much as I would like to lay here,”

“Yeah” you pull out of me and messily pull up your pants and put yourself in order.

I stand and smooth out my skirt and shirt. I turn to you and tell you to stand still so I can use you glasses as a mirror to fix my hair and mascara. Just as I am fixing my bra under my shirt I hear the knock at the door. My eyes widen and grab your hand and pull you closer to the door; opening a window on the way.

Hello! I move right into my sales persona. You lean against another wall and smile. I start to lead them with a tour around the house; you following at a respectable distance; making me smile as I give them details of the house, gesturing and silently making jokes.

As we turn to the area of our play, I freeze. I quickly turn and grossly point to the opposite wall explaining something silly about windows. All the while I am signaling for you to hurry over and grab my underwear which I left of the floor. You move quickly jumping into action for me, stuffing them in your pocket. Then I continue the tour trying desperately to hide my blush from the customers.

*Small side note. Please don't steal any stories I put up. I am quite willing to share or write you something yourself. Just either credit me or ask. Thank you*