Random smut?
So…I got bored doing homework and decided to write some random porn…
Yeah, then my usual problem with fics turned up (and that explains the ending).
Sorry for any suckage.^^
He lies before me, panting with his trim, taut chest heaving, murky eyes half-lidded, and his darkening organ engorged and swelling. A bead of precum slides down his length, glinting from the meager light of the streetlights outside the window.
It’s this erotic sight that takes up my entire vision, arouses me, and awakens me from the shackles of common, everyday life. Feeling light-headed and free, I bend over him to incite his tongue toward dancing with mine. In response, he desperately clasps me to his lean chest, slight arms trembling as they pull me down. His damp tongue seeks my own, the hunger behind the kiss matching the force welling deep within my chest. Our tongues slide together, eliciting lustful moans to charge the dense night air.
I fist a handful of his smooth, silver hair, draw his head almost painfully back, and use this position to assert my dominance. Caught within the awkward pose, he puts up little resistance as my tongue overpowers his and fully explores the moist cavern panting beneath me.
At the same moment he is moaning into my mouth, my other hand traces down the muscles of his chest. It lingers over his cock, taking time to tug insistently at his length. He bucks wildly into my fingertips, as though pleading with me to ravish this hot, writhing body.
Underneath my fingertips, it feels wet and slick, and I almost lose my grip upon the surface bathed in sweat, saliva, and a drink that tastes distinctly of him. I roughly stroke his member to full hardness, splaying my fingers possessively over the contours of his skin and curls.
To complement the hand’s relentless movements, I assault his neckline with my lips and my much sharper teeth. I nip a pathway, starting from the jaw to the hollow of his throat, leaving the skin red and raw, and yet still enrapturing him within the throes of his pleasure.
My hand releases his erect organ, and he moans heavily in disappointment. As the sound and the feel of his soft breath reach my ear, a small crack in my carefully maintained composure threatens to appear.
For a single moment, lurking deep within the shadows of his eyes, I see…
A finger, my finger, breaches a particular ring of muscles, and his large, expressive eyes slide closed in pleasure. The illusion shatters, crumbles into the trembling creature shivering against my naked body.
Pale, not dark. Silver threads, not black silk. In a sudden fit of surprise and revulsion, I scramble away from his warmth, away from the bed, and position my back against the far wall.
I cannot look at him, cannot face proof of the heart’s betrayal, conceived between my traitorous mind and this false body. I could only fixate my wavering stare upon the roiling floor and watch as the threads of my tenuous self control slip from my desperate grasp.
“Get out.” My voice sounds weak, helpless and pathetically timid. “Please, just take your money and go.”
He starts to speak, almost pleading, almost protesting, but I manage to firmly shake my head. “You’re not…none of you can be…” My voice wavers, then breaks, overcome by the sorrow threatening to engulf me. Silence, dense as the humid night air, pervades the room.
“…Him,” he finally finishes for me. His touch, light, wary, and warm, suddenly alights upon my cheek. I can’t help but flinch away in surprise, yet his slender arms quickly move to hold me firmly against the wall. “It’s okay,” he whispers huskily against my ear, “ I can make you forget.”
His proposal is tempting, what I long for, and what I know I could never obtain. Yet I must try, night after night, to find peace and solace in the arms of another. He would never return to me, never submit to my desires. He would never love me.
In response to this wonderful young man, I bury my face in the crook of his neck, and gravely nod my assent.
“Please…Please, make me forget.”
Yeah, then my usual problem with fics turned up (and that explains the ending).
Sorry for any suckage.^^
He lies before me, panting with his trim, taut chest heaving, murky eyes half-lidded, and his darkening organ engorged and swelling. A bead of precum slides down his length, glinting from the meager light of the streetlights outside the window.
It’s this erotic sight that takes up my entire vision, arouses me, and awakens me from the shackles of common, everyday life. Feeling light-headed and free, I bend over him to incite his tongue toward dancing with mine. In response, he desperately clasps me to his lean chest, slight arms trembling as they pull me down. His damp tongue seeks my own, the hunger behind the kiss matching the force welling deep within my chest. Our tongues slide together, eliciting lustful moans to charge the dense night air.
I fist a handful of his smooth, silver hair, draw his head almost painfully back, and use this position to assert my dominance. Caught within the awkward pose, he puts up little resistance as my tongue overpowers his and fully explores the moist cavern panting beneath me.
At the same moment he is moaning into my mouth, my other hand traces down the muscles of his chest. It lingers over his cock, taking time to tug insistently at his length. He bucks wildly into my fingertips, as though pleading with me to ravish this hot, writhing body.
Underneath my fingertips, it feels wet and slick, and I almost lose my grip upon the surface bathed in sweat, saliva, and a drink that tastes distinctly of him. I roughly stroke his member to full hardness, splaying my fingers possessively over the contours of his skin and curls.
To complement the hand’s relentless movements, I assault his neckline with my lips and my much sharper teeth. I nip a pathway, starting from the jaw to the hollow of his throat, leaving the skin red and raw, and yet still enrapturing him within the throes of his pleasure.
My hand releases his erect organ, and he moans heavily in disappointment. As the sound and the feel of his soft breath reach my ear, a small crack in my carefully maintained composure threatens to appear.
For a single moment, lurking deep within the shadows of his eyes, I see…
A finger, my finger, breaches a particular ring of muscles, and his large, expressive eyes slide closed in pleasure. The illusion shatters, crumbles into the trembling creature shivering against my naked body.
Pale, not dark. Silver threads, not black silk. In a sudden fit of surprise and revulsion, I scramble away from his warmth, away from the bed, and position my back against the far wall.
I cannot look at him, cannot face proof of the heart’s betrayal, conceived between my traitorous mind and this false body. I could only fixate my wavering stare upon the roiling floor and watch as the threads of my tenuous self control slip from my desperate grasp.
“Get out.” My voice sounds weak, helpless and pathetically timid. “Please, just take your money and go.”
He starts to speak, almost pleading, almost protesting, but I manage to firmly shake my head. “You’re not…none of you can be…” My voice wavers, then breaks, overcome by the sorrow threatening to engulf me. Silence, dense as the humid night air, pervades the room.
“…Him,” he finally finishes for me. His touch, light, wary, and warm, suddenly alights upon my cheek. I can’t help but flinch away in surprise, yet his slender arms quickly move to hold me firmly against the wall. “It’s okay,” he whispers huskily against my ear, “ I can make you forget.”
His proposal is tempting, what I long for, and what I know I could never obtain. Yet I must try, night after night, to find peace and solace in the arms of another. He would never return to me, never submit to my desires. He would never love me.
In response to this wonderful young man, I bury my face in the crook of his neck, and gravely nod my assent.
“Please…Please, make me forget.”