SPOKEN-WORD EROTICA, FUCKING TO A BEAT

In Love & Sex /

By Abbie Muffman

All porn is garbage.

Fuck a real woman. Fuck a real man. Fuck whoever will have you. Don’t sell out for love. That’s not sex. That’s petty change in an all-cash world. When you fuck, grab your girl’s ass. Squeeze it real tight so she knows you want it more than anything else. We hold onto things we want tightly. Kiss her wet. Make her wet. Fuck her wet. Take your mouth and bury it in her pussy. Inhale deeply. Rinse and repeat.

Lift your head from between her legs with juices running down your mouth and put your hand on your cock. Kiss her mouth so she can taste her juice. Make her lips glisten. Guide her hand. Your cock is in her hand, then mouth. Oh. Fuck. Don’t stop.

Run your hands through her hair, but not like a fucking wuss. Do it tight. Stroke her cheek. Make her cheeks wet, make your cock wet, move her head around. Sucking and slurping. She goes deeper and her mouth is all around your. Hands at your shirt, fumbling fast, don’t rip, don’t rip. It’s expensive. Breathing hard.

Is that your pulse? Turn the lights off? She’s gorgeous. Leave them on. Music? Neighbours? Whatever. Her mouth is so warm and that’s it and that’s all and the shirt is up and over her head and her face is against yours and the chests are pressed together and the kisses wet and almost desperate on the lips, cheeks, neck, chest, breasts, nipples. Skin on skin on skin on skin everywhere.

Oh. Fuck. Don’t stop. So hot in here. What time is it? Vagina like a vice grip. Warm, warm, warm. Vagina–such a lame name. Pussy–can I say it to her? So sexy. So hot, hands running up and down her thighs. So soft. Make it slow. Make it slow. Almost tearing strips from her legs. Such perfect skin.

And her pussy is right there. And she wants you to touch it, wiggling the hips to brush it against your fingers. Make her wait. You’re cool. Dick throbbing hard. She wants it. Make her want it more, more, more. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. It’s happening. So wet, so warm. Burying face in her neck.

Don’t bite. My God. Sex–and the world explodes in some place behind your ears that you aren’t listening to. Spinning like a planet. Try to start slow. Her breath-gulping air-every thrust. Even easing it in.

My God. Don’t Stop. She pulls your face down. Tongue in your mouth. Dick in her pussy. All of you in all of her. Fuck me for hours, for days, for years. Keep easing it in until I die, so it’s always getting better.

It’s been so long. How long? Minutes? Ten. Maybe 15. From behind. Her face in the pillow. Grunts and heaves. Don’t fucking stop fucking me. Slowing a little. All the way out and in. Waiting until she can’t take it before pushing back into her. Like leaving her a thousand times in two minutes. All the way out and rushing back again.

Is that my name she screamed? Put it back in, fuck me dammit. Ass red from gripping. Hair matted. Almost done. Sweaty sticky saliva on the bed. On her and you and on everything. This room is your love. Smell it. Don’t come yet, not yet, she’s still coming. Muffled pillow shrieks. Shaking shoulders. Hard now.

Fucking hard as you can. Put it to her. Don’t come yet, not yet, just fuck her. Fuck her–don’t think about fucking her. Shoulders collapse. Moans and a sigh. Slow grinding.

Now you feel the heat of it. Ninety-eight at least. Can you come now? Oh. God. Yes. Now think about it. How good it feels that you’re inside her–you have been all along but now you can realize it–dick slipping in and out of her still tight pussy. Her back arched against the mattress. Smooth skin. All yours. Sliding in and out, gripping your dick now.

Now easy. Don’t fucking stop.

Ladies and Gentlemen … One moment. Everything expands and contracts. Pressure in your dick, your balls, groin, head heart and then it’s gone. It’s flowing into her. Your life and love, like it all belongs to her now and you’re just grateful to have been able to give that gift. Is this the beginning of love or human sacrifice? Will she want you again in two hours? Can you get it up again in two hours?

Collapsing on top. Whispers and sweet nothings and then sleep. And that’s all it was. Sex is nothing and everything, and maybe it is love. Oh. Baby. Was it profound for you, too?

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