I missed the song of the week this week because I just couldn’t get the story to work itself out. Not wanting to forget Andy, I’ve made him my humpday offering. Something Perfectly Imperfect.
Prompt: White Noise
Word Count: 200
He slid his hands around her thighs, pulling her down so their bodies met with a satisfying slap. The way she tossed her head back, her mouth gaping wide as his cock delved deep into her cunt made his brain fuzz, her heat a shock to his system.
Pulling back his hips, he let his eyes bounce from the lips clinging to his shaft to the ones open in a perfect O above. He withdrew leaving just the head inside then drove forward cutting off her whimper and sending her eyes back in her head until only the white showed.
As the movements of his hips increased to a pounding rhythm, his mind lost all coherent thought except for her warmth. The wet sounds of their coupling, the squeak of the bed, the moans he cut off with each thrust became a beautiful noise in his head.
His balls drew up and he knew he was close to losing himself. Placing a finger on her clit, he rubbed in circles until she arched with a silent cry, her body clamping down around him. It was the perfect grip of her body that sent him over the edge into bliss.
I have got to reconsider reading your blog at work… 😉
Haha. Maybe I should start putting up a NSFW label.
That would only entice me more. Let’s face it – your writing has wrecked me and turned me into some kind of debauched libertine or something. I’m totally corrupted by you. My depravity knows no limits.
You rendered me utterly unfit to associate with the God-fearing people of this great land of ours.
Ahahahaha. Untruth. I still socialize with other God-fearing people with ease after I write stuff like this. You’re safe, my horror writing friend. 😉
Are you sure? Rats… What a disappointment… I was really hoping to be ruined for the company of the God-fearing people of this great land of ours… I guess I will just have to plead the fact that I see the monstrous darkness that lies just below the surface of our world, constantly ready to pounce and devour everything virtuous and good in its path – including but not limited to the God-fearing people of this great land of ours as well as their cats, their hand-made smokers and their ambrosia salad. Do you think that would render me unfit to associate with the God-fearing people of this great land of ours?
Hm… You know, that could do it.
Oh, that’s a relief… Thanks!
Ahahahahaha. Here to please.
And you do a wonderful job of that, Cara!
wow….. is it hot in here?
I don’t get an offer like that every day. You give Hump Day a new meaning. (not that no one’s ever thought of that before…)
Ahahaha. It’s not as hot as it has been.
I think this was perfect. The imagery was perfection all inside of him as you wrote. Beautiful CC!
Thanks. I had too many distractions as I was writing this. I’m glad it read right.
it was all those sounds – great
mmmmm perfect. i loved the use of sound in this.
Made sense with the prompt. I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
Perfect O, indeed!
Yes! Thanks, Sweets. 🙂
Short, but satisfying…lol.