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Posted by on Dec 21, 2010 in 100 words | 0 comments

Fight

Fucking you was like fighting you.

The way you pinned me as I wriggled, the way you shafted into me as I bucked, we were trying to disprove the unlikeliness of our union but had no other language than bite, slap, spit and fuck. God knows it turned me on, to fight you to orgasm. Trying to deny the wet need of my cunt that ached to feel you fingers and cock thrusting clumsily into me.

I spasmed close around you and soaked the spare bed, you thought it was finesse you’d never have. I knew it was lust’s perversion.

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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Posted by on Dec 21, 2010 in 100 words | 0 comments

Crack

In the moment between our eyes meeting and our mouths speaking a crack appears.

The fissure that sex slides into and opens, just as you will spread my legs with your palms before you bend and whisper warm softness to me, teasing us both until you crack and taste my slip slide wetness.

Ease your body over me, smooth, warm; mould and mount me, fit my breasts to your palm tweak my nipples and collect me wet response on your palm.

Kiss me as you fingers twine in my hair and in my cunt and then let me repay every compliment.

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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Posted by on Dec 21, 2010 in 100 words, Erotic writing | 0 comments

Squash

My house, my rules. That’s what I’ve always said, until the day you accepted my dinner invitation. You spun the dice, flipped the cards and changed the rules.

You caught me in the gait of my galley kitchen as I reached and bent for plates and bowls. You stretched around me to turn taps and hob dials, pinning me to you, in the cage of your arms and the press of your body.

I tried to resist, concentrate and cook but I melted and slid as the butter in the pan, coloured and softened as the squash on the menu.

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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Posted by on Dec 12, 2010 in Erotic writing | 3 comments

Eyeliner

My hand shakes as I do my make-up.  It takes me three attempts to get my eye-liner even on each side.

“Panda eyes” my brothers call them, I hope they are more Mary Quant or Dusty Springfield.  There is a boy I want to impress, impossibly cool in my eyes, he drinks Pernod and smokes Malboroughs.  Wears a Crombie and talks all night about music.

He is the friend of a friend of my brother and everyone forgets that this is how we know him and his mates.  I am overlooked for my friend who is all curves and confidence.  She looks like Betty Boo and I look like, well I don’t know.

Tonight I hope that I will look cool, as I puff on my Silk Cut and sip my vodka and lime.  If the jukebox is free I’ll try and get some Cure or some Smiths on, I know he likes them.

I want to taste the aniseed of his kiss on my citrus tongue.  Find out if he is hard as he pushes me against the wall.  How far will he want to go? How far will I let him?

Will he walk me home the long way, stopping in dark alleys to frisk and fumble, or perhaps we can lie on the grass in the park and talk about the stars?  Holding hands and sharing dreams.

Whatever we do will he tell everyone at college on Monday, will I be a slut or a laughing stock? Why does no-one tell you it is this hard to be 18?

For the moment if I can get my eye-liner right perhaps the rest will follow.

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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