"I want to give you a nice, long tongue bath," she invites.
Eagerly accepting her invitation, I straddle her head, lowering my pussy to her lovely lips. Looking down at this gorgeous angel with the devil's tongue, I watch her fake eyelashes flutter at me like the wings of a butterfly. She is an eager lover for sure. Her tongue finds its target with practiced ease as my pants fill the room. Oh my goodness! The delights of her mouth are plenty.
She tugs at my lips with her teeth, before thrusting her tongue inside to taste my cream. My hands grip the headboard as I grind my wet pussy against her lapping mouth. Her face will resemble a glazed donut by the time I am finished.
My eye catches movement from the side and I glance over to see her yardman watching us through the window. His hand no longer steers the mower. His spunk hits the window about the same time my cream coats her face.
I wrote the above passage yesterday after spying a young woman give another woman a lick of her ice cream cone. A lawnmower was cutting the grass in the park surrounding their picnic table. I couldn't resist stroking the valley between my legs as my dirty mind twisted this innocent incident into a quite naughty tale. Enter the life of an erotic writer.
Today, I sit in the nude. Not too surprising, I discovered it is the best uniform for my occupation.
Looking down, I smile seeing my perky breasts resting on top of the smooth desk. My mind wonders how long it will take for my pink nipples to harden and darken today. My fingers tap tap tap on the keyboard, signing in to my naughty little secret. Settling into a comfortable position, my naked ass slides easily on the leather chair. Soon, I will be wiping a wet spot off the seat.
The main requirement for my occupation might surprise you. You must have an imagination. And imaginations are like assholes - everybody has one. However, unlike assholes, imaginations can come in various shapes and sizes. For example, my imagination resembles a big, fat cock. Ideas flow down the veiny shaft and gather in the mushroom head before words spurt out the slit one-by-one forming a sexy sentence on a page. So, what do I do with my unusual gift, you ask? Well, I decided to use my dirty little mind to bring sexual pleasure to others.
Some put erotic writing in the same category as watching porn. I envision pastors raising crosses to me; churches may preach against reading these mature-content stories. There is a reason we write under pseudo names and have avatars as our profile pictures. My friends and family do not know about my naughty little stories and would fall over dead if they ever found out.
I can hear my mother screeching now, "You go wash out that dirty mind with soap!" I hear the angry mob crying: It is dirty! Smut writing opens a porthole to hell! Your eyes will bleed! Hmmm, let's test that last theory, shall we? Close one eye, just in case, and read the naughty excerpt below:
You look down at the angel on her knees. Her blue eyes sparkle with desire as she looks up at you. Her expression on her face turns you on the most - seeing her enjoying your cock, wanting to make you cum.
Your eyes travel down to the main attraction - her mouth sucking your fat cock. Her lips and tongue are sweetly torturing you. Gagging sounds signify she wants to swallow you more than she wants to breathe. Feeling her tight throat stretch around your head fires all the nerve endings in your loins.
Scrunching your face, you feel your balls tighten.
Well? Is your eyeball bleeding? Did lightning strike the top of your head? I mean, your other head. I imagine you have experienced a little stirring down below at the very least. Am I right? You created a sexy woman in your head and pictured the scene above as your cock grew in your pants. Oh, but I left you blue-balled. Bad smut writer! I will finish you off.
Your fingers intertwine in her golden tendrils, holding her head perfectly still so you can face-fuck her your hardest. Her gasps for air fall into the background as the sound of your hard balls thumps her chin. Smack! Smack! Smack! Here it comes. Oh, God. Balls tighten. Then... fuck! Your hips thrust three more times, emptying your spunk. You smile as she lifts her face so you can see your cum dribbling out the corners of her mouth, running down her chin. Withdrawing your softening cock, you watch her throat for signs of her swallowing. There it is. A big gulp.