Doing a prompt from Andy. Tried the non-standard prompt and used the one I picked as the title.
My word count: > 200
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I need you
For more than kisses
Need lasting
Permanent
Greater than sex
Stick around
And be my
Forever
She rolled to her stomach and lifted her ass into the air. The ceiling fan stirred the hot breeze around the room as her fingers traced lazy circles around her clit. Standing at attention, it begged for a firmer touch.
It was too hot for this, but her body throbbed with need. She buried her face into the pillow, sweat popping up along her neck and down her back. On she rubbed, refusing to reach for the rabbit tucked in her drawer. A useless piece of machinery since the batteries died hours ago.
Thoughts of him pushed her on though. His teeth scraping along her collarbone, his tongue lapping up the sweat between her breasts, his mouth pressed to her pussy. Sucking, tasting, teasing her into a frenzy. No matter how she tried to turn off the memories, the need for him surged up so high she couldn’t breathe.
Rubbing faster, she let his imaginary presence wash over her. His name slipped from her lips on a moan as she massaged her heavy breast, pinched her clit, and lifted her ass higher. She sought out the reality of him in her head.
Her mind followed that frenzied path, her body blooming with thoughts of him pushing inside. She let him take her, let the headiness of her imagination sweep her up, let passion replace pain, let herself succumb to the memories. She let go with a throaty groan as her body tumbled into the ecstasy only he could bring.
Floating down slowly, her body stewing in sweat and girly cum, she touched the empty side of the bed. It was cool, a stark reminder that pleasure was never enough. It hadn’t been enough to keep him by her side. It hadn’t been enough to keep him satisfied…
Comments
Wow… Nice story! Leaves me thinking – Why did he leave? What did he need that she couldn’t/wouldn’t provide?
Author
Lots of questions. I chose not to answer any of them. I’m a bad writer. 🙂
Not at all. Sometimes it’s good to let the reader’s imagination play around.
Author
Play all you want then.
I would, but I’m at work. 😉
Author
Lol. Maybe later.
I think it was smart to leave it there. 🙂
This was good and love the short poem.
Author
Thanks. 🙂
A delightfully constructed erotic piece exploring the pain of relationships that ended before their due time, leaving bitter-sweet memories and unsatisfied needs.
Author
I never know exactly what I’m striving for when I write something. I always just hope it appeals to the reader. When I arrived at the end of this I felt more sad than aroused and wondered what people would say about it.
That’s sort of like what happened with me in The Prodigal Father: https://erickeys.wordpress.com/2013/07/19/the-prodigal-father/
I started wanting to write a horror tale and in the end – despite the horrific element – it became (to my mind at least) more of a character piece. The story of a man with ideal being crushed by the real terrors of life.
This is really sweet and so very real.
Author
I’m glad it felt real! That’s a plus.
I have beautiful images floating in my head from reading this, between memory and imagination. You are such a powerful writer! Thank you! 🙂
Bisous,
Dawn
Author
Compliment! Thank you, Dawn. 🙂
You wrote that well. I am always perplexed as to why people do what they do or for that matter, don’t do what they say they’ll do.
Author
Our motives for things always differ from moment to moment.
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