Flesh on flesh, I am shoving at him, keeping my body off his cock (my cock), no contact there, but otherwise I am all over him with limbs everywhere, skin slipping against him, my mouth open and demanding, feeding off him with the violence of need. He is splayed open on the bed and I am pushing and smashing against him, he is desperate to do what I want, aroused and hungry and confused.
I want his arse, my fingers, my knuckles pushing against the sensitive skin, thrusting against him, grabbing roughly at his balls, he tries to open himself to me, I look around quickly, I have no lube within reach, my strap-on over *there*, I am frustrated, there is no way I am going to leave him, not for a second, not when I am like this.
I shove his knees over to one side, he is awkward there, his mouth reaching up for me, his lower body almost foetal, twisted and awkward. I am looming and I thrust against his arse with my hips, trying to fuck him with my cunt, widening my stance to go harder at him, trying to get inside him. He makes a desperate moaning sound as I fuck at him, like I am fucking him, the movement forces his head to smack up against the wall. The solid thud of the impact speaks to me like love and I fuck him harder, pulling him against me and forcing his head ever more brutally into the wall, a deep vicious satisfaction in the thump I feel through his body at each impact. He makes a whimpering sound, a grunting each time the wall hits him, his face shocked at the impact over and again, though he knows it’s coming, of course he knows.
I glance, again, over at the strap-on, over *there*. I am reluctant, so reluctant to let go of him… I just want to get lost in this, but I want more, always more. I am so fucking loathe to lose contact, I slow down my movement against him, I kiss him, hard aggressive, biting at him, then I push myself off him and cross the room.
7 comments
Ferns,
Isn't it interesting that your last blog had 15 comments and this is the first for this blog.
This is one of your most powerful blogs. The emotions are so raw and powerful that reading it almost feels like voyeurism.
Robert
I have to disagree with Robert – This is an interesting piece, but it isn't much different than the usual hot bits you write about.
Anonymous – Try writing about a BSDM experience and see how hard it is to create something real and interesting.
robert: “Isn't it interesting that your last blog had 15 comments and this is the first for this blog.”
I blame Easter… everyone is at church and/or gorging themselves on chocolate!
Seriously though, opinion pieces invite comment much more than erotic writing. I had a friend once tell me that commenting on my 'play' stories made him feel like he was saying “nice fornication!”…
“This is one of your most powerful blogs.”
Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Ferns
Anonymous: “I have to disagree with Robert – This is an interesting piece, but it isn't much different than the usual hot bits you write about.”
In a sense, once you've read one of my hot bits, you've read them all. “I do stuff, he reacts, I explain how I feel about it… done!” There is nothing new in the world, but each time feels unique to me and that's what I try to recreate.
Expect more of the same to come.
Ferns
Ah! The interruption required if the strap on is not RIGHT THERE RIGHT ON RIGHT NEAR. Fucking interruption.