An Erotica Writing Challenge :: Kinky States of Mind

Remittance Girl issued a challenge last night after making some rather interesting observations.  So, intrigued, I decided to see what I could cook up…

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The scent of sex hangs in the air, thick and rich.  The ceiling fan stirs the flames of the candles on the bedside table and dries the perspiration on the flesh of the women twisted together in bed.  Spooned together it’s clear they aren’t done, despite the discarded toys at the foot of the bed and on the floor.

Take 1:
Lisa’s mouth pressed against my neck and I arched with a sigh, pushing my breast into her palm.  Her fingers drew circles across the swell of my mound and I wiggled back against her.  I’d had orgasm after orgasm but my clit still pulsed. I wanted to come for her again.  “More?”  Her voice was rich with the sexy amusement that always made me wetter still and I nodded, reaching back over my shoulder for her.  Her grip on my breast shifted.
I gasped as she caught my nipple between thumb and forefinger and started to roll, increasing the pressure gently.  “God I love how wanton you are,” she said against my neck.  I twisted my head to kiss her and my hips to open my thighs.  My cunt was slick and hot and swollen and her fingers slid around my clit in such a way that it felt huge.
“Please.”  I begged but I wasn’t sure what I was asking for.  Lisa knew.  Her hips rocked against mine, pushing my cunt against her fingers.  We were slippery with sweat and I could smell the come on both of us.  The hours of sex behind us dissolved and I wanted her as if I’d not just had her over, and over, and over.
“Come on, baby, fuck me,” she breathed against my ear and I wondered if she was worked up enough to get off in sympathy.
My hips rocked.  My clit was hard and she pushed it in tiny, hypnotic circles.  I could feel the orgasm welling up, the pressure building and I knew that one was going to be huge and intense and when the waves of it stopped crashing over me I was going to curl against my lover and cry.
“It’s ok,” she whispered, still conducting the symphony of my pleasure even as she reassured me.  Did I speak aloud?  “I’ll hold you, love.”  I must have.  My head dropped back on her shoulder and her free hand reached up to cradle my throat.  Her fingers closed around my larynx and my surrender was complete at that gentle touch.  Lava rushed up my spine and into my cunt.  My lips stretched and I screamed, my vision going white, the gentle glow of the candles gone supernova in the elastic moment of my arrival.
Somewhere between one breath and the next the sob broke loose and Lisa cupped my cunt and curled me to her as the tears flowed.



The scent of sex hangs in the air, thick and rich.  The ceiling fan stirs the flames of the candles on the bedside table and dries the perspiration on the flesh of the women twisted together in bed.  Spooned together it’s clear they aren’t done, despite the discarded toys at the foot of the bed and on the floor. 

Take 2:
Lisa’s teeth pressed against my neck and I arced, pushing my breast into her palm.  Her fingers drew a line down the swell of my mound and I wiggled away from them, pressing against her.  I’d had orgasm after orgasm, my clit pulsed, but I knew she would make me come again.  “Again, Dee.”  Her voice was rich, firm, and there’s no room for argument.  My cunt squeezed and I was wetter still at her certainty.  I nodded and arched, reaching back over my shoulder for her.  Her grip on my breast shifted.
I gasped as she caught my nipple between thumb and forefinger and started to squeeze, a steady increase of pressure.  I was caught there against her, between her hands.  “My wanton slut,” she said against my neck.  My cunt was slick and hot and swollen and her fingers slid around my clit in such a way that it felt huge. “Oh god,” I whispered.  Lisa’s fingers trapped that tender flesh easily and she started to squeeze it just as she did my nipple.  My hips bucked and a tortured moan escaped my lips.
“Please.”  I begged but I didn’t know what I was asking for.  Lisa knew.  Her hips thrust against mine, forcing my cunt against her fingers.  We’re slippery with sweat, I was sticky with candle wax and I could smell her come all over me.  My skin was tender, my cunt, ass, all stretched and sore, and I know she would keep using me until I was limp.
“Such a whore you are,” she growled against my shoulder and her hips jabbed at mine.  Lisa held my clit so hard that I couldn’t believe I didn’t scream.  “So easy to use, so ready for more.”  Her hands were cruel and her mouth more so.
My hips rocked.  My clit was hard and she started tugging at it as if it were a tiny, little cock.  It hurt.  It was exquisite.  I could feel the orgasm trapped behind her fingers, the pressure building, and I knew this one would tear me apart.
“No,” she snarled, her voice harsh, ragged at the edges as if she would tear apart too. Her free hand came up and I groaned as her fingers closed around my throat.  “Not until I tell you,” she said.  “Your orgasms are mine.”  The constriction sent hot sparks up and down my spine and my hips jumped.  Her fingers clutched, squeezing around my larynx and I started to shake.  “You’re mine, Dee, mine to fuck, and use, and take.”  She pulled my head around and my eyes went wide as she glared at me.  I hung on the edge and her fingers ceased their torment.  “Come.  Now.”  Lava rushed up my spine and into my cunt.  My lips stretched and I screamed, bucking back into Lisa, my body jerking so wildly she released my throat and held me to her until at last I tumbled back down off the insane high of my orgasm.
Somewhere between one breath and another a sob broke loose and Lisa cupped my mound and curled me to her as the tears flowed. “Such a good girl,” she whispered against my lips and we both felt my cunt flex in response .

5 thoughts on “An Erotica Writing Challenge :: Kinky States of Mind

  1. “I could feel the orgasm trapped behind her fingers”

    I think that may be the single most erotic sentence I’ve ever read.

    They are both brilliantly erotic pieces of writing, but damn, number two is hotter for me. hehe.

  2. Such excellent examples of the significant difference! I am definitely going to have to do this challenge.

    Also, my erotic soul agrees with RG… the second is so much hotter.

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