#sexy writing

[nordic-noire]

'We are all mortal until the first kiss or the second glass of wine...'

[raven-runes]

one hand on your shoulderblades

one hand holding your thighs

you moan into the sheets

as I pull your panties to the side

one hand on your collar bones

one hand holding your ass

you moan into my kiss

as you feel me slide inside

one hand on your exposed throat

one hand holding your face

you moan over the edge

as I make you look into my eyes

[getinmylap]

what is it about a girl who loves to give lap dances that gets me so worked up?

it’s a lot of things.

the anticipation the second she demonstrates she wants complete control, guiding me over to a chair or shoving me down on the edge of a bed.

the idea that she, and she alone, has the power to get me rock fucking hard in this moment. and how knowing that immediately starts to get her wet.

the simple yet insanely hot little things.

hands gripping knees, working her ass up, down and around my throbbing cock, one with the bass. slow, flirty and gentle at first, but nastier and more forceful as she realizes how much she craves me inside her. a little playful chatter maybe, but her hips are doing most of the talking. she peeks back over her shoulder and shoots me the filthiest, cockiest little look, grinning a bad girl grin that says “I know I’m fucking good.”

turning around to face me, straddling my lap and dragging her dripping lips against my zipper over my pants. she’s so wet I instantly feel her soak through three layers of fabric. the slutty showoff skirt she’s wearing is riding up around her waist, giving me the chance to grip her ass so hard I’ll leave fingerprints. As she sighs and softly moans into my ears and against my neck, i guide her writhing body to the music, thrusting up into her to match every yearning grind.

she grabs the back of my head and shoves my face hard into her sweaty tits, and i instinctually start to lick, bite, suck and drool all the skin I can fit into my mouth as arches her back and slams her hips deeper and sharper and harder into mine.

the second neither of us can wait another second, she impatiently yanks my pants down and greedily grabs for my aching, twitching cock, squeezing and stroking it as she moves to sit down right where she wants. leave those drenched panties on…yank them to the side and let me fucking IN.

this is the best sex EVER — a continuation of the dance, except now every single one of her rhythmic hip swivels is met by me sinking deeper and deeper into her with everything i got. forehead to forehead. sweat and spit everywhere. Heavy exhales become curses, curses become uncontrollable moans. fucking otherworldly.

hands on her hips, squeezing for the best grip as I fill her up. hands on her tits, pinching and slapping and pulling them so hard against my face I can’t breathe. and my favorite: one hand snapping her head back by her hair, the other fingering her ass hard as fast as she rides.

i pull her against me close as she cums, squirming and screaming uncontrollably while our slick steaming skin heaves and slaps and sticks together. then it’s my turn, and she gets to pick where. all over her face while she’s kneeling between my legs, eagerly licking and sucking me to finish. all over her stomach and tits. coating the insides of her thighs so she can watch it slowly drip down her legs. wherever and whatever the fuck she wants.

that’s why i love a girl who loves to dance.

[vieravixen]

Her fingers dance on her inner thighs, teasing every inch she can reach before finally hitting at her damp and oh so ready pussy. With needy moans, she rubs her clit through her tight panties, feeling the heat radiating from between her legs. Each slow, deliberate stroke over the fabric pushes her closer to the edge. She can feel the tension building, her body quivering under the mounting pleasure. Arching her back, she slides her hand up and down, feeling the moisture between her thighs begin to soak through. She slides her panties to the side and slowly, tantalisingly, dips her finger into her soft and sopping wet folds. She moans, her eyes rolling back as she begins to slowly pump her finger in and out of her slick little pussy...

[dolores-hazy]

It throbs at the thought of you.

It throbs at the feel of you

Relentless pulsating

Pounding for release

Pleasure to the tipping point

Pressure applied in due time

Feel it all building up until

Something's gotta give

The giver getting what's

Coming to them

[lemmon-grove]

I fucking applaud the writers who can write smut so cohesively. How do you write sex???? He puts his what in where?? She sucks on what??? How the fuck do you describe that AND make it sexy to read?? I need answers neow!

[hiei-is-my-love-language]

Chapter 20 - MOVING ON (NSFW Scene)

Freshly showered, and still weightless from the bliss of what Airi had done to him, Hiei inspected himself in the fogged-up mirror. His skin was flushed, the heat of the water only partially to blame. He shook his head, looking down to the sink below him. In deeper than he’d ever intended, he had a decision to make. 

A part of him had been expecting her to extend an offer, to ask him to come wherever she was going next. It would have been easier then, to choose between yes and no. Without any leads from her, he was forced to reconcile what it was he actually wanted. Impossible as it was to separate his feelings for her from the devastating physical magnetism, he needed to try, to see clearly. He grew hard again, as a result of the brief thought flashing through his head. 

“Fool,” he said to himself.

Just over a week ago, they had not even kissed. He’d managed the situation quite well, and felt secure in his ability to walk away if needed. Now, he knew the lines of her body better than his own, and the prospect of relinquishing that was the worst purgatory he could imagine. It did nothing to simplify his complicated emotions towards her. Every step he took put him that much further away from where he felt safe. 

There was a knock on the bathroom door, and she entered hesitantly.

“Hiei? Are you okay?”

She hadn’t bothered to dress, and his mind traveled fifteen minutes into the past, to his hands gliding across her wet skin under the pressure of the shower head. He throbbed, and she must have felt it, because her tongue was on him before he could blink. Leaning back, gripping the countertop, his eyes fluttered shut as her mouth wrapped around him. The indulgence so soon after their last was so gratifying, he felt on the verge of blacking out. 

She refuses to let me think, always clouding my mind with this temptation. 

Her lips left him, making their way up his stomach. Wet hair tickled him as she rose. 

“Will you never be satisfied?” he asked, pained.

“Will you?”

He groaned, half misery, half submission. She’d brought them down this road, and he did not intend to leave things unfinished. Grabbing her by the hips, he pushed her against the vanity, looking in her eyes through the mirror as he entered her. Those violet orbs held him, the very ones which haunted his dreams each night. Her focus turned upwards, to his Jagan Eye, suspiciously similar in color. Most avoided looking into it, uncomfortable, but she held its gaze with such intensity he nearly began to see through to a different dimension. 

His hand swept over her torso, and he watched himself play with her, an experience that he’d never considered but enjoyed tremendously. Thrusting harder, he gripped her hair and pulled her head back, exposing the full extent of her milky neck. Unable to resist, one hand came up to squeeze it lightly, and the other traveled south, mapping small circles around her favorite spot. 

Her arm reached around the back of his neck, stretching her form in the mirror in a way that almost made him come before his time. 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, tugging at her ear with his teeth. 

Wishing he hadn’t said it, he saw her expression change and her eyes become glossy. Removing his hand from her neck, he slid that arm around her chest and pulled her closer, diving deeper as he did. She whined, and he did it again, mastering the subtleties in her sounds the way he’d mastered the Darkness Flame. Somehow, she was even more difficult to contain. 

He paused his thoughts, close enough to climax that everything else in the world simply melted away. Finding a rhythm that had her breath coming short and fast, he tried to last until she came. She squirmed beneath his fingers and tightened around him, bringing him to that place where nothing mattered but her and him and those soft whimpers that made him weak. 

She turned towards him, her fingers leaving a trail of chills down the side of his face. 

“I don’t want to leave,” she admitted quietly. 

Remembering her words from a week ago, the absolute dread she’d felt about coming here, he could not help but realize how much things had changed in such a short amount of time. A year’s worth of experiences and tragedies had piled on top of them, yet he, too, was reluctant to leave this island, this room. The future, something he’d never been fond of, felt more daunting than he could bear. 

Waiting for her to say more, to say anything at all, proved fruitless. He picked her up and carried her to bed, an uneasy feeling in his gut. 

[andy-wm]

Blogging my reddit comments on writing smut, in case it's useful to someone one day. Disclaimer: if its not useful, dont blame me.

[nordic-noire]

'She was 99 percent angel, but oh, that one percent...'

[raven-runes]

I see you look over your book

lips ajar

incandescent stare

.

I see you blush behind your book

lips ajar

incandescent dare

.

you see me my hand below your book

lips ajar

incandescent bliss

.

you see me down below your book

lips ajar

incandescent kiss

[getinmylap]

favorite fantasies: the stranger in the club

It’s a little late and I’m a little drunk when I find myself flying solo in a dark, hot, crowded club my friends dragged me to. Guess they finally got so wasted and dipped unannounced. Fine with me — all night, all I’ve really wanted to do is find a girl who wants to dance with me the way I want to dance with her.

I’m crossing the dance floor toward the bar to grab another drink when someone grabs my wrist and insists I turn around. Without saying a word she presses her back into my chest, gently winding her hips as the intoxicating bass line of “Ass Drop” starts pumping out of the speakers. As the beat kicks into gear, my new friend, poured into suffocating cutoffs and an equally tiny black tank, dips and grabs her knees, teasing my zipper while she peeks at me over her shoulder.

THIS is what I’ve been craving. Finding her waist, I hook my thumbs through her belt loops, yanking her closer as she drags her beautifully thick ass, barely contained by denim, up and down my rapidly growing cock. There's no question she feels it. The harder I get, the nastier she grinds, faster and faster until we're nearly fucking her through our clothes.

She snaps back up, turns around, straddles one of my legs and starts riding hard to the beat, working her thigh in rhythmic circles against my swelling cock so perfectly I start twitching against her hot skin. She snakes a hand around the back of head and forces my ear down to her mouth. I run my fingers down the small of her back and into her shorts, gripping her ass to help her grind me even harder. She’s not wearing panties.

“I need you inside me. NOW,” she whispers, running her tongue along the back of my ear.

Grabbing me by the wrist again, she pulls me around the DJ booth to a nondescript door, opening it and shoving me inside. It’s a storage closet that’s empty, save for a waist-high stack of boxes, some cans of paint, and a dimming lightbulb dangling from the ceiling.

I scoop her up and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. In one motion, I lurch forward and slam her back against the door to close it, pinning her tight while I suck and bite and drool all over her collarbones and neck. She braids her hands around my head as I rip both sets of straps down her shoulders to get at her sweaty chest. I work her black lace bra down with my teeth far enough to expose the very tops of her nipples, which I taste and drench with my tongue before greedily gnawing on them.

I hear and feel her moaning, her hips slamming on my belt buckle as I chew on her heaving tits. She drops her feet to the floor. I unbutton the shorts that got me into this situation and peel them off her like shrinkwrap. They’re soaked, from both sweat and the juices that started seeping out of her seconds after we met.

I undo my pants and drop them, free my insanely throbbing cock and immediately move to ram myself inside her, but she stops me. Without saying a word, she walks over to the stack of boxes, rests her elbows on top and kicks her legs out in a V. The DJ’s just put on “Play,” and we can hear it, slightly muffled, through the walls. She starts twerking hard, perfectly on beat, giving me a peek of her swollen pink pussy with every slutty jiggle. She looks back over her shoulder again.

“Fuck me as hard as you fucking can.”

Two steps across the room, pants and boxers still bunched at my ankles, and I’m there. Usually I start slow, but that’s not what she requested. She shrieks as I plunge every last rock-hard inch of me inside her, gripping her sharp hip bones as I rail her from behind.

“That’s it. That’s fucking it. HARDER,” she ekes out between labored breaths. I bunch up her long, drenched hair in my fist and yank her head back, pushing my other hand down on the small of her back to give myself some leverage. I’ve got an amazing angle now, so I speed up to as fast as I can possibly go. The sound of our skin slapping sounds like whip cracks, and I feel her legs start to quiver. I pound her dripping pussy with every last ounce of force I’ve got, craving her hot cum all over my raw cock.

Seconds later, her body violently trembles and contorts, her pussy lips constricting as she lets out an unbelievably carnal scream. “I know what you fucking want,” she states right after, without turning around. The DJ’s just cued up “Act Right,” and she seamlessly transitions back into dance mode, except this time she working her ass to the music with my primed cock buried all the way inside her. The filthy moves that first got my attention have a new purpose now: coaxing her thick, hot reward out of my aching balls.

“Cum inside me. Fill me up all the way,” she commands over her shoulder, locking her eyes into mine as she braces against the boxes and throws her entire body into it, pumping my cock to the bass while I stand and watch her work. “Fucking GIVE it to me.”

A satisfied smile spread across her wet, reddened face as she feels my first burst, and I instinctively lean all my weight on her as I pump every single drop of an enormous, head-spinning load inside her, grunting and panting. I pull out, dizzy euphoric, but she doesn’t move a muscle.

“I know you want to see,” she declares proudly, and once again she’s right. Still bent over and shaking her ass to the music, I watch as a thick strands of my milky seed slowly roll down the insides of her thighs.

“Mine to keep,” she announces matter-of-factly as she picks up her sopping cutoffs, smearing my still-steaming cum back up her legs as she yanks them back up. Without another word, she casually runs her fingers through her hair, readjusts her bra, turns the doorknob and disappears back into the crowd.

[letsrantbabe]

Bye bye babies 🥰

Love youuuuuu ❤️