New sex story. If you like, hit the heart of reblog. My attempted comeback. Let me know what you think.
Erin was in love with Josh. He consumed her thoughts. She tried to imagine a future without him, and she could not. He devoured her.
There was a time before when she was she, and he was he, and they were not us or them. That was before. Before love and sex and devotion and a future. Before the road mapped out ahead was miles long and decades deep.
He had a little James Dean and a little James Deen. She had a little Megan Fox and a lot of sex in a 5-foot-6 form. To Josh, she was flesh-covered Viagra. She was sexual napalm. She was everything he fantasized about before he knew what he should be fantasizing about.
To Erin, he was the hope of a better future. He was love and lust and sexual confidence. She had been with men and women before, but they limped into battle. Josh strode with the assurance of a man who had loved and won, who had fought and survived.
“I love you,” he said, peeling down her panties, kissing her thighs as his hands gripped the black silk.
“I know,” she said, her fingers in his hair, pressing down on his scalp as he slid south.
Like it when you call me kitten; crawling, mewling, lips a-bitten.
Adore it when you call me whore; a wanton, molten mess of “more”.
Melt each time you call me lover; wonder which secrets you’ll uncover.
Love it when you call me yours; devoted darling on all fours.
things they don’t show you in porn:
- elbowing each other in the face
- leg cramps
- accidentally pulling each other’s hair
- ass pubes
things they also don’t show in porn:
- sleepy morning sex
- mutual giggle fits over awkward situations
- sex fading into cuddles fading into sex and back into cuddles
- your lover’s o face
so don’t ever compare yourself to porn thank you