raphy
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Okay, I didn't want to hijack the NaNo thread, so I started a new one... Sorry 
Lauren.Hynde (At least, I think it was Lauren) mentioned to me a while ago, back when we had that big discussion about cyberpunk that she'd be interested in seeing how I'd write erotica in a cyberpunk style..
Well, my Winter competiton entry just got submitted, and it's 100% pure Raph-cyberpunk, and I thought I'd just post an excerpt here quickly, as example:
~*~
Slick. Hot. Sweat. Skin on skin. Harder, faster, more forceful. The feel of her hair against his skin. Her lips against his lips. His body pressing hers down into the soft plush rug. The roughness of his thighs, scratching the smooth inside of hers. Her body, so soft, pliable, willing. Her ankles, locked behind his back, pulling him deeper. Her breath, hot and heavy, breathing the words in his ear.
"Fuck me, Jack. God. Yes. Fuck me, baby." Her voice, hoarse. Demanding. Supplicating.
His animal groans, so gutteral and primeval. The feel of her nails scratching down his back. His muscles tightly corded, lean and tense under her fingertips. His urgency. Her passion, rising with each savage thrust into her pussy. An inarticulate cry, escaping from her lips as he hit that sweet spot of release inside her. Her back arching, her lips parted in that soundless and timeless expression of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
"Oh god. Oh god. Oh god." The words, a litany of passion, repeated over and over. Her mind, unable to form coherent thought, aware only of the thickness of his cock, and the sound of his breathing.
"Oh god. I'm cumming. Oh god. Please. Please. Don't stop. Don't.. Oh god. Make me cum.. Oh god, yes. Yes. Oh baby....." The pitch of her voice, rising higher and higher, sharper, demanding release. Her thighs like steel cords, locking him down, locking him deep inside her.
She was pure sensation. The touch, the feel, the smell of him. The taste of his sweat, the sight of his face, his eyes boring into hers. The power. The intensity, like a living thing between them, around them, in them. And then he was nothing but his cock, nothing but the solid swollen head, deep inside the wetness of her pussy, tight and hot and hungry, his universe contracted to that one perfect point of pleasure. Hilt deep inside her. The pressure deep in his balls, the feeling travelling up his entire length, a lighting surge of passion. He cried out then, just once, as that exquisteness reached the head. Spoke her name. Elise.
She answered him, her fingernails digging into his ass, loving the feel of him in her hands. "Oh god baby. Oh god. Yes. Cum for me. Cum inside me. Oh god.. I want it. Please baby. Oh god, don't stop. Cum for me, baby. Cum for me now."
And he did, his own back arching up, rearing up over her body, his eyes locked on hers. He froze in that position, his hips locked betwen her thighs, his cock buried deep inside her pussy. his fingernails hooked and hard on her shoulders. Time stopped. The moment that seemed to last forever and be over too soon. The moment of truth. She looked in his eyes and she knew.
Then the moment broke. Time started, and she felt it then, his cock swelling inside her, his eyes opened wide. He was there. It was now. And she squeezed with her muscles, just once, and he exploded, filling her, claiming her, posessing her. The heat, scalding her, flowing into her. Liquid passion. And then she couldn't stop herself, her fingernails digging into his skin, her legs locking even tighter around him, her body on fire. Hypersensitive. Pain and pleasure came together, merged, mixed, the lines overlapping, blurring, consuming them both.
~*~
I quite like how it turned out, all that cascading emotion and sensation really seemed to lend itself to the cyberpunk writing style as I was writing it.
I'd welcome opinions and thoughts, as ever.
Lauren.Hynde (At least, I think it was Lauren) mentioned to me a while ago, back when we had that big discussion about cyberpunk that she'd be interested in seeing how I'd write erotica in a cyberpunk style..
Well, my Winter competiton entry just got submitted, and it's 100% pure Raph-cyberpunk, and I thought I'd just post an excerpt here quickly, as example:
~*~
Slick. Hot. Sweat. Skin on skin. Harder, faster, more forceful. The feel of her hair against his skin. Her lips against his lips. His body pressing hers down into the soft plush rug. The roughness of his thighs, scratching the smooth inside of hers. Her body, so soft, pliable, willing. Her ankles, locked behind his back, pulling him deeper. Her breath, hot and heavy, breathing the words in his ear.
"Fuck me, Jack. God. Yes. Fuck me, baby." Her voice, hoarse. Demanding. Supplicating.
His animal groans, so gutteral and primeval. The feel of her nails scratching down his back. His muscles tightly corded, lean and tense under her fingertips. His urgency. Her passion, rising with each savage thrust into her pussy. An inarticulate cry, escaping from her lips as he hit that sweet spot of release inside her. Her back arching, her lips parted in that soundless and timeless expression of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
"Oh god. Oh god. Oh god." The words, a litany of passion, repeated over and over. Her mind, unable to form coherent thought, aware only of the thickness of his cock, and the sound of his breathing.
"Oh god. I'm cumming. Oh god. Please. Please. Don't stop. Don't.. Oh god. Make me cum.. Oh god, yes. Yes. Oh baby....." The pitch of her voice, rising higher and higher, sharper, demanding release. Her thighs like steel cords, locking him down, locking him deep inside her.
She was pure sensation. The touch, the feel, the smell of him. The taste of his sweat, the sight of his face, his eyes boring into hers. The power. The intensity, like a living thing between them, around them, in them. And then he was nothing but his cock, nothing but the solid swollen head, deep inside the wetness of her pussy, tight and hot and hungry, his universe contracted to that one perfect point of pleasure. Hilt deep inside her. The pressure deep in his balls, the feeling travelling up his entire length, a lighting surge of passion. He cried out then, just once, as that exquisteness reached the head. Spoke her name. Elise.
She answered him, her fingernails digging into his ass, loving the feel of him in her hands. "Oh god baby. Oh god. Yes. Cum for me. Cum inside me. Oh god.. I want it. Please baby. Oh god, don't stop. Cum for me, baby. Cum for me now."
And he did, his own back arching up, rearing up over her body, his eyes locked on hers. He froze in that position, his hips locked betwen her thighs, his cock buried deep inside her pussy. his fingernails hooked and hard on her shoulders. Time stopped. The moment that seemed to last forever and be over too soon. The moment of truth. She looked in his eyes and she knew.
Then the moment broke. Time started, and she felt it then, his cock swelling inside her, his eyes opened wide. He was there. It was now. And she squeezed with her muscles, just once, and he exploded, filling her, claiming her, posessing her. The heat, scalding her, flowing into her. Liquid passion. And then she couldn't stop herself, her fingernails digging into his skin, her legs locking even tighter around him, her body on fire. Hypersensitive. Pain and pleasure came together, merged, mixed, the lines overlapping, blurring, consuming them both.
~*~
I quite like how it turned out, all that cascading emotion and sensation really seemed to lend itself to the cyberpunk writing style as I was writing it.
I'd welcome opinions and thoughts, as ever.
