Words

Words Words

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

An erotic writer let's his mind and pen wander.

Summary

An erotic writer let's his mind and pen wander.

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Submitted: May 17, 2015

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Submitted: May 17, 2015

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Words flow from that pen you now clasp between your teeth. The illicit erotica that glides. Words of lust. Primal desires written anxiously. A starving artist intoxicated with your craft. The paper is a canvas, filled with all of your explicit cravings. Lines are what you write upon but it's more than meets the eye. Words actually painting a model in the shape of me.

Before you, etched on paper are confessions. What envelopes your mind. You release them with in ink, a river of words. You grow increasingly rigid. You drop your pen as the hand that once held it has become bound to my head. Tightly tugging a fistful of hair. My neck exposed and under your control. Your sinful tongue trails as I shiver. I receive your tender nibble. Pleasure radiates.

Warm breath fills my ear with a ravenous growl. I sigh and allow you to write what you want. Whatever words. Your pen writes "You are mine" with a sweet hunger in my ear. Art is coming to life as you smell my fragrant depths.

Your thickening cock strains against it's pink, satin and silky prey. Your tongue still at work, vigorously fucks circles around mine.

Your pen etches tantalizing nipples that have hardened against your skin. They cry for pleasure and pain. My mouth is granted pardon from yours. Your mouth finds the sensitive curvature of my swollen tits. Lapping and tugging with primal vigor as I urge on your eager mouth.

Your cock is still lengthening as your pen marks a warm offering of pre-cum against my writhing body. My reddened, swollen velvet is throbbing.Pleading and begging.Everything aching and arching.It's amazing how you fill the lines with coursing blood and ignited nerves. Both hunger for your purple cock to plunge into me.To feel and hear your heavy sac smacking against me. Right there on paper you desire it deep too.

Ending with an explosion. Cum drips onto the paper but avoids smearing the ink. Looking down with unimaginable confusion. There are only nine written words."I want to fuck the hell out of you". It seems as if you have writers block.


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