Digressions Into Erotica

and Oooooh! I howl as though the moon is hanging ripe above our heads.

One last gasp-for all I’m worth; I shudder against you and sag to the tiles.

You straighten and stand above me. Smiling triumphantly, you leave me to my last tremors and sighs.

You slip into the night and I am soaked, helpless, weak, and holding on for dear life.

You slay me.

Summer Swelter

If you can’t beat the heat, match it.

Summer swelter and I sprawl across perspiration soaked sheets, awaiting the mass of angry clouds on the northern horizon. Weak puffs of ozone-laced breezes filter through the window, and I peel my body from the bedding, angle my sticky flesh in their direction, and will the air to stir.

I slide my gaze to the chaos gathering against a patch of creamsicle sky. My mind wanders idly through images of you, each as drenched in sensation as I am drenched in sweat. Distant crackles of lightning spark a silent movie in my mind. My eyes drift shut.

I trail my fingers lightly across my collarbone. You kissed me there, coaxing sweetshimmers up my throat to escape my lips.

The rolling thunder is remote and still whisper quiet-someone coughing politely behind a raised fist; or the soft sounds from the back of your throat when the pleasurebecame unbearable. I feel your keening now as jolts, and my muscles jump with pangs of liquid heat, distinct from the heavy smolder in the air.

Here at last, the wind picks up, sighs through the screen, draws with it the moisture from the room. At once I can breathe again, cool and deep. I see you suckling greedilyat my breast, grasping my nipple between your teeth, flicking the captured flesh withthe tip of your tongue-and as I held your head to me, my chest swelled to match yourhunger. My fingers flutter down to clutch at my breast and knead frantically. But my hand does you no justice.

I can almost see the steam rising from my body. The inches of skin on skin between my arm and torso begin to sizzle, and I am forced to pull my hand away. I drop my forearm across my damp brow and cover my eyes. I see your tongue trailing down mybelly, your intense gaze capturing my own. My abdomen quivers with the memory.

You grasped the button of my jeans between your teeth and released it with a flickof your head. My breath escaped me.

Your fingers curled around the waistband. Thumbs hooked in the belt loops, andyou tugged slowly at the denim. Your hot breath covered the tender skin beneath. Awry smile lit your eyes, and you kissed me, full and wet, tongue splayed against myclitoris. Flames shot through my belly, contracting my muscles, yanking my shouldersfrom the bed. My legs flex and extend, shifting restlessly, wanting you.

My hands have now fallen to the bed, clutching fists full of soggy sheets. You touchedme, tentatively at first, just the pad of your thumb, your other arm slung beneath myhips, holding me in position. You lowered your mouth to me, following your thumb,tongue and fingers-seeking, invading, conquering. Agonizingly tender. My breath comes in hitches and gasps. My eyes flash open. I marvel over the effect a mere memory can have on the here and now.

I focus on the boiling clouds that are now just above, reminiscent of writhing bodies beneath layers of gauze, and my eyes flutter shut once again. You loomed above me andteased my throat with your lips until I could no longer catch my breath. You droppedyour head, watching your body lower to mine. I watched as well, and raised my hipsto meet you, my legs circling your waist and hooking in the sway of your back.

Toying with me, or yourself, you dabbed at me, watching the head of your erectiondisappear beneath the wisps of pubic hair, only to draw it back and watch it descendagain. A growl tore through my clenched teeth, and I pulled you down with all of mymight. You chuckled softly and with a thrust of your hips, you were inside me. Mutualsighs of relief hissed between us, accompanied by the sharp slap of our bellies colliding.

Full force, it hits me. My body rises off the bed, and everything inside me gathers, coils and surges from every pore, almost painfully, until I am hollow and weightless.

I sink into the sheets, roll onto my side and allow the storm’s clean air and white noise to lull me to sleep.

Worship

The gift for the man who has everything.

Sit upon your throne, and I’ll kneel between your knees. Timidly, I’ll turn my big green eyes up to you, moisten my lips with the very tip of my tongue, and beg you silently for permission to proceed: ‘May I? Please?’ as my body shudders with desire for you.

You may rest your head, lean it back against the velvet cushions, drape your arms along the padded rails and close your eyes.

I’ll release the sash on your fine silk robe…there, that’s better. If you’ll allow me just a moment, I’ll gaze upon you in all of your glory, drink it in and save this vision for later, when I will use it upon myself. My mouth is watering at the sight of you. I want to touch you, just graze my fingernail across the very tip-but I won’t-not just yet.

Instead, I’ll slip my palms from your knees, up your thighs and gently part your legs so that I may lean in to you. I can already taste you on my lips. It takes all I have not to devour you in a frenzied rush, but this moment is to savor, and I promise, I will pace myself. Your shaft is not quite solid. I have not yet earned it, but the pearl of moisture sparkling on the tip beckons me, and with hot breath I’ll advance upon you, inhale you into my mouth, and roll your swollen head across my tongue.

Now, I must use my hands, if only to hold myself at bay, and I grasp the base of your rod with one hand, cup your sack with the other. I can’t hold back. My body is overtaken with the sweetness of it all, and I gently sway my hips back and forth. If you were to touch me at this moment-just to cup your palm around the swell of my bottom- my legs would dissolve beneath me.

However, this moment is for you, so leave your hands where they lie, and I’ll begin to run my tongue up and down your shaft in lazy circles. I can’t keep my lips from wrapping around it. I shimmy my head to jam you inside my mouth, until I’ve taken in every millimeter. I swallow, and swallow again, creating a vacuum chamber. My tongue never stops slathering you while I’m holding you gently between my teeth. I release you and blow cold air across your slick, tender skin.

I grasp you in my fist, and follow my mouth, slide my hand around and up and down, and lick and suck and nip. A moan rumbles from deep within me, and when I come up for air, my breath hisses between my teeth.

I flip my hair away from my face. Will you hold it back for me? Will you close your eyes or watch me? Watch me, please. I promise I’ll hold your gaze-mine liquid, pleading, begging for praise-is this good? Does this please you?

I can feel your buttocks clenching. You rise in your seat and squeeze your eyelids shut…I could do this forever.

A sound escapes your lips. I sway my hips, pump my head faster, and you moan again and clutch my hair between your fingers, crush my face into your belly while your muscles jerk over and over. You thrust your cock into my mouth, bruise the back of my throat with your powerful orgasm. My body quakes. The sheer joy of bringing you over shatters me.

If you’ll allow me, I’ll collapse for a moment to catch my breath. I’ll rest my cheek against your thigh and