“Just get to the sex!” she’d say. “Don’t worry so much about what is happening before, just write a scene.
A few years ago, I took a sex writing class at the Story Studio in Chicago. The teacher would good-naturedly laugh at us for spending a lot of time writing *around* a sex scene when she gave us timed writing prompts.
“Just get to the sex!” she’d say. “Don’t worry so much about what is happening before, just write a scene.
I watched my love, Jake, slowly pull the black boy shorts off of Kristen’s juicy peach of an ass while he smiled at my excited expression. She and I were both on all fours. Will was pushing his fat cock into me while Jake was about to eat her.
Laura was coming next to me, on her back while Anna was on top pounding her with a strap-on. I wanted to watch them, wanted to see Laura’s face as she bellowed, her tits bouncing because Anna liked to fuck hard, but I was fixated on Jake’s face buried in Kristen’s pussy.
My own pussy was soaked with all the attention she was receiving. I pushed against Will as he fucked me. He spanked my ass, pulled my hair and grabbed my hips, making me take him deeper.
Jake was stroking his cock as he continued with Kristen. Anna and Laura were cuddling and kissing next to me when Brian approached us, his rigid cock already at attention.
“You mind if I come while I watch you?” he asked Will and me.
“Not at all.” I said. “But you can’t block my view.” I nodded at Jake and Kristen.
He sat off to the side, stroking himself, his eyes on my hard nipples, then on Will.
I observed his masturbating, curious about how he liked it until Kristen’s audible pleasure at Jake’s tongue playing with her was getting louder. Her voice was so lovely that I wanted in on that as well.
“Save me some.” I said to them and we laughed.
She fucked him with everything she had. She held on tight and squeezed his hands, fingers laced with hers. She wished she could feel something.
She was rocking against his glorious cock trying to find herself. Seriously. She had never seen a cock more beautiful than his, all dark satiny skin, covered with her saliva at first, rubbed clean with her hand and now wet again with her cunt’s moisture.
When he watched her, looked into her eyes like he was doing, she would focus on his eyebrows, lashes, forehead, anything to keep herself from the intensity that was looking straight into his eyes.
Sometimes the love and admiration he radiated was too much. She had a threshold that was never crossed because it felt out of control. She didn’t know what was on the other side of her fear, so she pinched off her bubbling emotions and stuffed herself with his cock instead, hoping it would fill the sore spots.
She made the appropriate noises, increased the depth of her breathing and moved harder and faster. She marveled at how wet she had gotten, at how deep he was inside of her and ultimately how good it felt to have him there, to know she was so loved. Her body was so good at responding when she was hiding out emotionally.
She crashed into orgasm. She felt the sensation, the cresting waves of pleasure rolling through her belly, hips and cunt, but she felt so far away, like she was only watching herself come.
“Where are you right now?” he asked, a perplexed smile spreading across his face when she slowed to a stop.
“Right here.” she lied.
Allie asked Katie to get on all fours and turn around so her ass was facing her.
When Katie was situated Allie spread her open wide and licked her from clit to asshole in one quick stroke. She did this over and over before carefully settling in between her pussy lips. She traced the inside with the tip of her tongue, then circled her clit, Katie’s audible pleasure escaping her.
Katie pushed back against Allie when she went for her asshole. She smiled to herself, always loving Katie’s response to the slightest touch.
Allie lingered there before pushing a finger inside of her. She delighted in watching herself slide in and out of her pussy.
Katie licked her fingers and reached for her clit. Allie finger-fucked her harder, noticing how wet her own cunt was getting.
She went back to licking Katie, her tongue darting over Katie’s fingers. Allie swirled her tongue tip around her opening, as Katie let go and came.
Allie was nearly dripping from being so turned on. She swiped Katie’s pussy and pressed her wet fingers to her own clit….
“I’m scared.” Grace whispers to Jeremy.
“Tell me.” he whispers back.
“I’m afraid of everything.”
He smooths the hair off of her face even though he can’t see her well in the dark.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” he reminds her. This is their second attempt at having sex for the first time after Grace was raped. She’s asked that the lights stay off.
“I want to, it just has to be slow, and I need to feel it first.” she replies, placing her hand on his cock. She needs this to be ok, to be enough for this moment.
Jeremy strokes her back as he hardens against her slight palm and long fingers that are gently making room for his erection. He kisses her forehead, cheek and the corner of her mouth, silently asking.
She tilts her head up and kisses the lovely soft lips she’s kissed for years and still doesn’t feel right yet. She wants to be normal again. She wants the attention she’s giving to his cock to be ok again, but the fear is taking over.
Her body responds anyway. Her nipples harden and she’s aware of the dampening of her underwear, how good it might feel because it’s him, but her mind can’t take it.
‘That’s as far as I can go tonight.” she whispers into his bottom lip.
“That’s perfectly ok.” he whispers back and wraps his arms around her.
Her rage burned bright and he was drawn to it like a moth. He would poke her sometimes just to instigate it. It was the only time she showed emotion.
He was so hard for her explosive, razor-sharp words, the sound of her rising voice that he knew later would rise at the start of her orgasm. He believed that secretly, she liked to fuck the hate out of herself onto his cock. She moved in such a forceful deliberate manner when she was going off on one of her red-hot tangents. Her touch was harder when she grabbed his cock. She slid her teeth instead of her lips along his rigidity, pulling his balls tight with her hand.
She didn’t want the gentle caresses and the endless making out they usually went for during calmer times. She bit into his mouth, his neck and sucked his tongue.
He would try to take her, when he wanted control. He pulled her hair, grabbed her hips, tried to get behind her and
She burned him up in her fury.
She gets on her knees and takes his hardened cock into her mouth as far as she can then slides her lips along the shaft all the way to the tip, her eyes on his.
He grins his appreciation before closing his eyes and placing his hands on her shoulders.
She licks him, getting his skin wet before moving faster, taking more and more of him. She feels the head slipping past her tongue, and just barely inching down her throat.
He thrusts into her mouth as she pulls him out so her lips are wrapped only around the head. She sucks the pre-cum from him as he takes his cock and strokes it.
His hand meets her lips, softly at first, and then harder and faster. His skin is wet with her saliva. She presses her hand to her cunt, squeezing his thigh with her other one as he works his cock harder.
She watches his hand, excited she’s giving to him as he pleasures himself.
“Open your mouth.” he says and she does so, sticking her tongue out a little and catches his cum.
She sat on my face, her hands flanking my waist as he entered me. I was filled with his cock and the scent of her cunt all at the same time and felt I’d come in two seconds with all the stimulation.
The sound of their kissing made me smile against her sweet skin. My dear friend loved kissing my husband. Sometimes all she wanted was to cuddle and make out with him.
I was a little greedier. I wanted his mouth, hands and cock at the same time all the time. Today was all about her though. It was her birthday and she wanted both of us.
I could see his hand playing with her ample breast, pulling the nipple before kneading and squeezing. His cock was all the way inside of me, his thrusting slight.
She arched her back as she fucked my face, her thighs shuddering as I flicked her clit with my tongue, alternating between that and dipping into her, my mouth drenched.
She wrapped her arms around him and held on as he peered over her shoulder at me and smiled.
He was sitting on the couch with his laptop propped on his thighs when I walked over and removed it, placing it on the coffee table.
He looked at me, perplexed as I straddled his hips, took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply.
I went after his jeans and pulled them to his ankles admiring his hardened cock as I pulled my dress over my head.
I rubbed myself with it, over my underwear first, the heat of my excitement pulsing between my legs.
He leaned his head back while I teased myself, his thick, full lips parting, his breathing becoming heavier.
I stood, removed my underwear and asked him to sit on the edge of the couch. When he obliged I turned and sat on him, facing away. I licked my fingers and slid them over the tip of his cock before pushing him into me.
He squeezed my hips as I bounced on him, quickly and forceful at first before slowing down and taking him all the way in and easing my way to the top.
I loved being filled with him. I loved the way he grabbed my hair when I sped up, the sound of his breath leaving his lungs, the sheen of sweat that always appeared on his forehead and the tightening of his cock when he was close to coming…
Oh, the things I want to do to you. I miss your face, your mouth, and fingers, all glittery nails and pale skin shiny with my liquid after you’ve made me come.
I’ve met a pretty girl that I want us to play with. Her name is Ryan and she is divine. I’ve spent the better part of the day with my face and fingers between her legs. We played around with some 69 and she gave me a ridiculous orgasm. I’m still kinda juicy thinking about it.
I’m dying to watch the two of you.
She hasn’t had a threesome before, but I assured her that we’re experienced and open to everything, even if she wanted to just watch us. She lit up when I told her about your new strap-on. I want to ease it into her while she’s on all fours, then get myself off while you fuck her.
She said she’s looking forward to meeting you, so hurry home.
I’m creating the literary equivalent to the “quick sketch” warm ups in a drawing class, writing a short sex scene a day for 30 days to let my mind wander on paper a little more, to explore various characters without the pressure of creating an entire story, and to lighten up and have more fun with writing sex…because sex is awesome.