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Posted by on Jun 11, 2013 in Erotic writing | 2 comments

The difference between love and sex.

Love me

No

Love me

No

LOVE ME

NO

I’m fucking her and I don’t know if I’m closer to coming or crying  because this is what I want but not what I want.

I want her to love me and she wont.  She denies me even as she digs her fingers into my arse and pulls me deeper into her.

I don’t know what I’m doing here or why I’m begging for something she doesn’t want to give me, but I can’t keep away, heh, more likely I don’t want to keep away.   What am I doing? Do I really think that if I show up and fuck her enough times that somehow I’ll break her, changer her.  Overwhelm her with my emotions until they are hers?

What kind of fool am I?   Don’t answer.

If you saw her you’d maybe understand, there’s something about her that  makes my cock twitch when she looks at me.  Something about her mouth, that makes me want to fill it with my cock to replace the expletives she knows I hate.

And her voice, is it normal to get a hard on just from a phone call?  It isn’t like we are talking dirty, it is small talk but every time she picks up, every time she say’s “hello” the blood rushes to my cock.

For all my desire I can’t make her love me, though she sure as hell knows that she owns me.  What am I doing?  I’m buried ball deep into a woman, a woman who is coming underneath my touch, a woman I am trying to break with my lust.

I come, growling my love for her into her shoulder and she holds me.  She whispers nonsense into my ear and it feels like a consolation prize.  No matter how much I fuck my love into her, she’ll never love me.

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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Posted by on Mar 7, 2013 in Erotic writing | 2 comments

Cordyceps

This is the beginning of a short story inspired by this feature about cordyceps, fungi that invade their hosts and replace their flesh with their own.  If you have time to watch the video that goes with it is fascinating.

I don’t usually write sci-fi stories (hell I’m hardly writing at all at the moment) but I love the perverse effectiveness of this parasite and wondered how that could translate into a fiction.  This is what I’ve got so far.

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He fucked her hard and when he came he grunted and said a prayer to his personal gods.

His seed planted he slept until the dawn and slipped out of her apartment and into the grey noise of the wakening day.

[hr]

Solar woke with a dry mouth and a wet cunt.  The ache in her thighs reminded her of the male she’d brought home from the bar.  She felt down between her legs, feeling the slick mess of her juices mixed with the thick ejaculate of whoever she’d been fucking with.  She didn’t remember his name but that wasn’t a worry to her what she was more interested in finding out was what she had fucked.

Sniffing her fingers the sweaty stench of rotting vegetation told her that although her bedfellow had been human in shape it had not been human in design.

“Fuck” the word plopped swollen and profane out of Solar’s mouth as she forced herself out of bed and to the bathroom.

She swabbed far up into the wetness of her cunt, thankful that the alien hadn’t been a species with more invasive preferences, securing the swab in its plastic jar and dropping it into the samples bin.  This done Solar douched herself and showered.

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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Posted by on Feb 11, 2013 in Erotic writing | 2 comments

Handwritten

I wrote you a letter because it seemed the more elegant way to beg via the old fashioned, classic expression of heartbreak.  There were never any character limits on love letters.

As I wrote of hopes and fears the salt water lubricated the out spill of words, the slippery sliding of pain out of me.  An envelope addressed and stamp bought, a bundle of nerves, doubt and loss dropped into the post box.  Weightless to the postman but  heavy to my heart.  Yet the pain hasn’t gone, not exorcised for being bled out but like blood remaking itself, flowing again and cluttering up my heart with what ifs and if onlys.

My lips are dry and cracked, the tears don’t water them and you tongue doesn’t penetrate them, nor fingers nor cock.  Nothing enters me, it only leaves.  The shopping list of heatbreak; salt, water, pain, words.

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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Posted by on Dec 20, 2012 in Erotic writing | 3 comments

Cooling

I’m watching you sleep.  You are calm now, at rest in the cooling night.

It has been a hot, busy day, preparing for the birth of our child.  Your belly rises under the covers, full of the life we’re yet to meet but has been ruling our lives these last nine months.  I’ve never loved you more than in this moment though I know tomorrow and every day after I will love you in greater increments of today’s love.

The three of us, two without, one within are all waiting, poised on the verge of a new path.  New life brings new ways of being as a family and as ourselves.  The thought of the bloody passage of our child to meet us alarms me, a journey so violent and filled with pain I’ll never comprehend, I am in awe of you for your courage.

It is, I guess, the courage of millennia of women.  The force of life, my own small part a seed planted and grown in your fertility.  An almost careless, thoughtless act of chaos that your body has shaped into order and form.

This then is sex brought to life.

A humbling deed.

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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Posted by on Dec 1, 2012 in Erotic writing | 5 comments

Puzzle

I want to be the things you’ve not yet asked for,

To fill the gaps that punctuation suggests

But only a body can fill.

I want to dip and curve,

Ripple and bow,

Give to you pleasure you’ve not yet named.

Bring it forth with the simple prayer of words,

Shape them with your tongue syllable by syllable.

Lick and suck letter by letter,

Juice the future and sound out your need.

I am yours.

The treasure in the puzzle box,

Waiting to be sprung free.

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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Posted by on Sep 6, 2012 in Erotic writing | 1 comment

Adrift

Drifting in warm sun and memories.

To impose my loss on you is a selfish waste, as you too are adrift in a state of graceless confusion.

The sun shines on, dust collects on ledge and sill, my heart clouds and memory seeks shade.

Loss of a promise is loss of nothing but fantasy, yet I’ll protect the memory of a fantasy as a moment of life’s desire.

And I’ll drift.

 

 

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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