"Mmm...mmm...mmmph!!!"
Kneeling on the bathroom tile, hot water spurting out from the showerhead, a big juicy cock rammed its way inside Violet's mouth. Its owner moved their hips back and forth, the phallus' head tickling her soft palate. With a final thrust, the cock shoved itself deep in her throat. Gagging, she pulled her face back. A glistening spit-strand lewdly stretched out, connecting the throbbing member to her glistening lips. Deep-throating was never her forte.
"God, Vivi, I'm gonna cum!" With a few jerks, ropes of jizz spurted onto her face before slowly trickling down her full cheeks and dribbling over her chin.
"That was amazing." Her partner, Alice, panted while reaching out to stroke Violet's hair. Her gentle contours glistened under the faucet. Still on her knees, Violet stared up at her from the ceramic tile, savoring the moment. In the back of her mind, she recalled needing to do something. It was important, but she couldn't recall what.
Her heart thumped against her chest. Wordless thoughts danced around her mind as the two hugged in a sweet embrace under the running water.
Earlier that day, Violet browsed her favorite erotica site for hours searching for inspiration. The urgent need to write something satisfactory nagged at her. She neglected her work, her studies, everything but finding the perfect concoction of lust, passion, and plot devices.
"Alice, can you put on those tights again?" Brows furrowed in thought, she glanced up from her computer screen.
"Do you only think about sex? And also, no, too much work."
With a glint in her eye, Alice lifted up her pastel pink knit dress, revealing a seductive patch of skin peeking out from a pair of tight black thigh highs. Her flaccid penis haphazardly poked out of her even tighter bikini bottoms, two sizes too small and topped with a dainty bow right in the center.
Violet reached out and stroked the small area of exposed skin with her soft fingers, tracing the curves of her legs. She paid special attention to the area where the sock's elastic pressed into Alice's inner thigh. Drawn into her, Violet leaned in to give Alice's legs a kiss. Right when she was about to feel her warm, inviting skin on her face, Alice swiftly pulled her dress back down.
"Okay, time's up. Gotta get back to work."
Alice turned her attention back to her computer screen, where she continued playing Slut Fighter V. The clicking and clacking of the arcade controller picked up intensity. The character, Spew, could be seen onscreen shouting, "Spermdoken! Spermdoken!" while giant blue energy bursts shot out of his massive cock to attack his opponent.
"Doesn't look like work to me," muttered Violet under her breath as she picked up her laptop to move to a quieter room. She needed to focus.
"Hmmm..."
She contemplated how she could paint a picture with words. All the delectable parts of Alice were just out of reach. How could she convey her feelings in a story? If she put her own experiences down, would she be accused of abusing the dreaded self-insert?
Tapping her fingers to her lips she opened her text editor only to stare at a blank document.
She typed:
Once upon a time, there was a sexy sex. They had the fucking and came.
The End
"No, that's not it."
She tried again:
Mel's pussy was so wet it poured. How will she clear the steamy air with a rabbit vibe, chocolate syrup, and potato chips?
"Hmm, that's not good either."
Violet continued to type sentences into her text editor before deleting them. No one could know those horrid excuses for syntax ever existed. She tried reading more sex stories to get ideas.
"Oh dear, I'm afraid I can't live up to the filth in that one." Violet proceeded to look up what the word 'whiteshit' meant.
The sun peaked and set as it finished rotating around the protagonist's undisclosed location. Violet, sensing a rumbling in her tummy, decided to make dinner.
"I know! I'll make a cream stew. I just know that thick, gloopy brew will get the cogs turning."
She chopped vegetables and chicken thighs into chunks before sautéing them in a pot with a bay leaf and a sprig of rosemary. Once the tantalizing aroma filled the air, she added flour to create a roux. Drool started to pool in Violet's mouth. She must be on to something!
With great care, Violet slowly added a dash of white wine, vegetable stock, and milk to the roux until the stew thickened. Watching it bubble, she couldn't help but think it looked like a tastier form of semen. She dipped a finger inside to scoop up some of the white, gooey liquid.
"Ow!"
Obviously and to no one's surprise, it burned her. Guess a career in food-porn wasn't in the cards either.
Sucking on her finger she called out, "Dinner's ready!"
Alice and Violet always ate together, and today was no different. However, Violet couldn't help but wonder if Alice would eat her out instead.
"Delicious as always, Vivi." A neglected spatter of stew dribbled down her flawless face.
"Thanks, love, and thanks in advance for washing the dishes," she winked. With stomachs full and sleep beginning to weigh down their eyes, Violet decided to ready the bath. With the long nights getting colder, a soak in the tub before hitting the sack became part of the couple's daily routine.
The writing would have to wait. Lavender-scented steam filled the bathroom with its calming aroma.
"Let's wash off first."
Standing close, they shared hot water from the showerhead, letting it trickle down their breasts. They soaped up a loofah and rubbed each other's bodies with the sudsy foam. Tenderly, Alice leaned in to give Violet a kiss. Electricity pulsed through her veins.