Erotica excercise

I’m unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen,
I seem to lose the power of speech,
Your slipping slowly from my reach.
You grow me like an evergreen,
You never see the lonely me at all.

for 18+ readers.

- Fuck me! she looked him straight in the eyes, and smiled – used the vulgar expression in an uninhibited, natural way, articulating the verb with suppleness, like she was requesting the most ordinary demand in the world.
She took off her tinny white underwear and rolled it on her finger before letting it slide to the floor like a delicate feather. Then she made a pirouette – her skirt unravelling her round, firm buttocks and soft thighs.
Then she gracefully lost the skirt too in one simple move. She was now standing in front of him wearing nothing but a white shirt with a loose collar.
She gave him a satisfied gaze, proudly wearing an irresistible boyish smile.
He was lying on the bed, eagerly observing her every move, inhaling her discreet scent from a distance, seemingly indifferent to her demand.
- Fuck me! she repeated and got closer to the bed, grazing her tongue over her upper lip. She climbed on top of him with a feline grace and started rubbing her body against his while slowly biting his neck.
She could feel his errection, and took the aprehension massaging it with her thighs.
He grabbed her waist and she leaned forward pulling his hands and binding them in hers, above his head. Her left hand kept him there, while she unzipped him. Her slick fingers were now sliding down the smooth skin of his shaft, pressing, rubbing or gently squeezing in an expert pace.
She was laughing – a warm, teasing, laughter of joy – while still rubbing his shaft gently, then faster, giving a sort of urgency to the pace. Her hand going back and forth made him moan. He laid his head between the pillows and closed his eyes, while his penis was twitching in her hands ready to play.

Since she wasn`t loosing her grip, he moaned again, and this time she released his hands and placed her finger over his lips – Patience. He smiled without opening his eyes, and caught her finger in his mouth biting it slowly. She slid slowly on him, and her hair tickled his chest. Then she took him in her mouth, and started playing with her tongue, then smoothly sucking while listening to the rhytm of his moans. She let him go, then licked him once more while her nails were scratching his chest.

He caressed her back with one of his hands, while gently pushing the back of her neck between his thighs. While she was still sucking him, he was licking her fingertips. Then he raised her slowly, until he brought her sex to his mouth. He started licking and biting slowly, while his hands were kneading her buttocks. He felt her arching her back and vibrating, and continued to sip, to sting with his tongue in a rapid rhytm.

She was twisting the bedsheet with her hands while whispering don`t stop over and over again like a chant. He kept kissing her thighs and playing with his tongue between her lips, while losing himself in her scent – then he grabbed her by the whrists and pushed his tongue deep inside. He felt her pulse rising, and her breathe running amok. He released her whrists and wripped her shirt off setting her breasts free. Her nipples were painfully aroused and he made her play with them herself while watching her with the corner of his eye. Then he felt her muscles contracting and then letting go with a soft moan. Her eyes were still closed, and her thighs were twitching. Her muscles were slowly trembling.

He pulled her beside him and kissed her hair, then whispered “spread your legs” with an imperative tone. She obeyed and he entered her, feeling her muscles contracting still – he moaned and kept the pace while feeling closer to climax.

She was still moaning under him, bearing the assault. Then she opened her eyes and with one single move she rolled him under her, then changed the pace to something less alert. She gave herself the full pleasure of having him deep inside her, and she smiled while feeling his muscles contracting. She leaned and whispered in his ear – “come for me” then got down on him taking him in her mouth again, and massaging with her tongue the entire length of his shaft, until she felt him coming. She kept working him until the last shivers of his climax stopped.

She swallowed then kissed his thighs, and he laughed tickled by the sensation, while he was lightly caressing her back.

Expecting the rain

She gazed at the plate on her table – filled with round, voluptous white grapes from which crystallike drops of water were hanging in a delicious suspension. She reached and picked one, and the gracefull movement made an almost silent “woosh” sound through the heated, electrically charged, atmosphere. Her hand picking the grape made a perfect white on white image, leaving a lazy shadow on the transparent glass table.

It was too hot in the room, as if the heat gradually rose from the earth`s melting core to her groundfloor appartment. As for her – she was in no hurry – the expectation was sweeter at this point than the reward itself. She took the grape and looked at it for a second – her piercing black eyes, bordered by long curled eye lashes, sealed the faith of the tinny, perfectly ripped fruit between her marble-like long fingers. She took the bite in an absent-minded glance, and turned her attention to the sky that was ever so visible through the big window on her side. Everything was silent, everything was heavy and thick, waiting to burst – and everything was charged with an unbearable, electrical, anticipation.

She started a staring contest with the thickest, darkest, cloud… minutes elapsed and life was still, in a frozen kodak moment. Then, as the pace grew anctiouss along with her heartbeat and breathing rhytm, her gaze pierced through the thick cloud and she twitched nervously, feeling the exact second when the low and high pressure areas swirled in one another, hearing the distinctive, undeniable and heavy sound of thunder. The release was strong, and lightnings teared the skies leaving instant burn-marks that looked like opened wounds of color.

She smiled and jumped from the couch to run outside, but stopped ten centimeters shy from the door. She gave a quick look outside at the deserted street, then opened the door wide and took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the redeeming scent of fresh, cold, summer rain. It was raining with huge, furious drops, and steam was rising from the thirsty ground beneath her feet. She took her shoes off and went in the middle of that lonely, strange, surrealistically wide street, looked up and waited, with her hands above her head, in a sweet surrender, allowing the water allover her body. Her hair was soaked and she was eagerly sucking on a corner of it, bearing the rough caress of a thousand furious drops. Then she started laughing, she springed and ran, then she danced, surrounded by nothing but rain and steam.