[i didn't realize my new theme didn't have timestamps and i think this post is better if you know it went up at 4:41am]
i want
i want you right now. here and in my bed and naked and warm and awake and ready to scratch the raging itch between my legs.
i want to feel your skin as it heats under my touch and hear your sigh as my fingers roam your body. hear my own breath soften and change when your fingers float along my edges; glorious edges, points and blades and angles beneath the softness of flesh.
i want our toes to mate and our knees to mingle and our hair to get tangled and our nipples to rub against each other. feel the hair on your thighs and chest tickle my oversensitive skin as our bodies get to know each other anew. it’s always new even when it’s familiar with us.
i want panting and groaning and moaning and sweat and inexplicable sounds of effort mixed with high pitched gasps and long slow sighs.
i want you against me in as many points of contact as are feasible but most especially the lips. your tongue entwined with mine and thrusting as our breaths intermingle. soul kissing with every molecule from the nose to the toes.
i want to tickle you with my hair and rake you with my nails and encircle you with my legs and squeeze. undulate my body against yours and smile my satisfaction when you react with a twitch or a shudder. watch your face as your tip and my entrance flirt and tease and slide and tell each other about their day.
i want you to grow against me as our skin moistens and heats and i want to reach between us to help myself along, my fingers flickering on my clit as we continue to dance on my bed. hear you groan when i tilt my pelvis in that certain way and you are poised at the gate and you enter ever so slightly. just so slightly and no more and you sit and breathe and our faces begin to take on that look that they only get when we are fucking.
i want to get stirred there at my entrance and feel myself open to you. open and slide you in a little more with each gentle sway of your hips until, like magic, there you are inside me as our hip bones nestle into each other.
i want fucking for ages with dancing between positions and stopping for mouth on genital contact and teasing strokings and lickings. a timeless eternity as we flip and bend and contort on the bed without waking up too many of the neighbours.
i want your balls to slap my clit and send me into further spasms when you take my hips and drive into me from behind or your fingers on my clit as we play variations on the letter X; your teeth gritted fighting coming even as my vagina spasms and gushes around you. changing positions again and again until i finally take you in my mouth and with a few quick strokes of my hand take your seed into my throat and swallow.
i want to ride you with my hand until you come and come and come again before you flip me once more and have another snack on my sopping wet pussy.
i want to pass out, tired and happy and sore at some point farther into the night than you arrived.
i want to be satiated and yet?
i want to wake up in the morning and fuck you some more.
March 9, 2008 at 5:07 am
how bout i fuck u in your ass
March 9, 2008 at 8:32 am
lol @ reply.
that was very well written.
March 9, 2008 at 9:34 am
How beautifully erotic!
e
March 9, 2008 at 3:23 pm
anon: unlikely
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anon deux: yeah it’s so pointless
thanks!
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Edward: why thank you sir. it dragged me up out of a bed i wasn’t sleeping in to write it.
March 9, 2008 at 4:13 pm
I’ve thought about this post ever since I read it this morning. My question to myself, what made it so special?
This caught in my mind, though not to make the impact of other words less:
“groan when i tilt my pelvis in that certain way and you are poised at the gate and you enter ever so slightly. just so slightly and no more and you sit and breathe and our faces begin to take on that look that they only get when we are fucking.”
B.I.G., you have the gift of writing not only openly, not hesitating to use certain words, giving details that others mostly do not (and at least for me, it is the little details that make an erotic image for the mind real.. to say “I want to fuck you” does nothing, really, except express hunger.. ), and, at the same time, provide small phrases that are poetic, that are evocative, that give life to our visioning it with you.. This gift you have, in the way that you write, make your writing special, uniquely you. When you write about youself, I can’t think of another blog, or written piece of erotica, that is quite like it.
Thank you.
E
March 10, 2008 at 5:41 pm
That was beautiful, Bad Influence Girl. I thought I’d forgotten what sex was like, and you reminded me with that, that connection and pleasure and… thank you.
Hope you are having a good Monday. I really appreciated your thoughtful long comment on my post too, b.t.w. – and you were correct – I was depressed… This afternoon is a bit better. With a little loving kidness, all things pass :)
March 10, 2008 at 5:42 pm
oops, typo ‘kindness’
March 11, 2008 at 3:35 pm
Yum.
March 11, 2008 at 7:54 pm
Such a greedy little wench aren’t ya? This is grindy good!
XX
March 12, 2008 at 10:39 am
edward: you know i’m so glad you made this comment; i’ve been wondering for a while what it is that makes so many people claim that my writing is different. you have finally put it into useful words.
mr. big read this and said “yes exactly, it’s like you put into words the things that people don’t say but always notice” … i think it’s that i teach movement and it comes across in how i write…. that and a former raging [historical often] romance addiction…
and thank you sir!
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Annie: that’s a pretty high compliment and i accept it with a blush and a grin!
you’ll probably fight it until you go on vacation or until spring comes… weather has far more of an effect then we tend to thing…
but yes, all things pass and boy does it help to know that huh?!?!!
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Annie 2: when you do that and correct your typos do you want me to edit them out or just leave it as is?
i tend to like leaving it…
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Gillette: lol!
welcome :)
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AS: why thank you miss…
*curtsy*
;>
March 12, 2008 at 6:23 pm
What a delightful tart you are. I agree with my associates here: you write expressively well.
With your consent, I’ve inked you as a favourite to my blog. I invite you to peek.
March 12, 2008 at 7:46 pm
OHHHHHHHHH.. right.. duh…. Of course.. you teach movement.. I assume that means a myriad of small, precise movments as well as large body movements…. That explains your awareness of the small things. But the writing, and the living, is still uniquely yours. I’ve read a number of romances at some periods in my life, and they are nothing like your writing other than sometimes quite heart felt..
I wish I could take your class….. I bet it would be fun as well as very good for me. Your students are lucky to have you.
e
oh, and ps… don’t let anything about what I said lead you to believe that I frowned on your last sentence.. Sometimes that is exactly what needs to be said! It took me a bit by surprise and delighted me with its candor and hunger…
March 14, 2008 at 1:42 pm
Long time reader, first time commenter… As Edward pointed out, it’s the picture you draw with your words that make you different from many others. I can see what’s happening and feel it as well by drawing on past experience. I especially enjoy watching your face – to know how much pleasure you are receiving! That’s what does it for me.
March 14, 2008 at 2:14 pm
Can you tell I’m new at this? I can’t even get my website correct. This should work better in case you want to stop in for a visit, Ms. B.I.G.
March 14, 2008 at 4:01 pm
Hot post, honey. That’s why I linked you long ago.
As I’ve admitted in my own postings, I am often overwhelmed by hot women with demanding libidoes, but after reading your post I was inclined to ask if you’re accepting applications. :-)
Mike
March 14, 2008 at 7:10 pm
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March 17, 2008 at 2:00 pm
rogue: thank you sir, i never mind linkage!
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edward: yes, yes i do. it’s funny how much my sex life spills into that actually. what i get from the romance genre is the words. the lush and wonderful words that characterize romance (especially historical) make smut writing incredibly easy.
thank you, they think they are also.
i didn’t take any judgement from that, the entire post defined the last senence, it had to be said.
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unbroken: welcome!
i’m glad that i can put you in the moment. would that i could do it for your wife.
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Mike: thank you sir!
mike just to be clear? if mr. big and i decide to swap you guys are at the very top of our list.
April 2, 2008 at 11:44 pm
I heartily agree with Edwards first comment…you capture an essence that few people observe…you are a natural
…but don’t let that praise affect your style