your best sex scene

jester_69

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I want to challenge all of you to write a steamy, erotic sex scene.. take us through it with you words.... paint it vividly... and there are a few rules... don't use the word fuck, cock or pussy.... let's see how you can do....

Are you up to it? I know there are some good writers out there....
I'll start with the first post.....

make it good,

Jess
 
We'd talked for hours. I could see beneath her short skirt that her panities were soaked. Our discussions of erotica had turned her on. I could see the points of her nipples stretching taut the fabric of your shirt and that tale-tell sign of blushing where her neck met her chest... my own interest was plainly visible to anyone that cared to look. I paid the check and we hurried to the car. We did speak a word. She just laid one hand on me and the other disappeared beneath that skirt. When we arrived at the hotel room, our clothes disappeared as soon as the door closed. When we fell to the floor, and I entered her it was such a feeling. Me flesh sinking into her hot, wet cavern. I want to explore it all. I touched every inch of her inside with my member and outside with me hands. We thrust together in hunger, lust and greed. When she climaxed and arched against me, digging her nails into my ass, I could wait no longer. I came in a rush, a wave of release that started from my soul and ended in the back of my throat with a taste of sereneness. We lay together in a crumpled heap.... our bodies expended.......
 
He stood behind her, as she applied her make up. Tenderly, gently, he touched the nape of her neck, making chills run down her arms. He slid his fingertips down her neck, and followed their path with his lips, sometimes kissing, sometimes just stroking. When he reached the the top of her bra strap, he stopped to undo it.

"We're going to be late," she murmured, having stopped the make up the moment his lips touched her neck.

"That's the plan," he said, standing, and sliding his fingers from her collarbones, down her chest, and beneath her bra, cupping her breasts. He kissed that sweet spot beneath her earlobe. He inhaled, taking in the scent of her perfume. It was his favorite. Softly, he exhaled the breath against her neck, and ear.

She moaned, dropping her head back, against his shoulder.

"We're going to be late," she whispered, but this time, she wasn't warning him, she was stating a fact. She stood, and turned toward him, and their lips met, hard, and passionate. He slid her slip up her thighs, his hands sliding inward. He broke the kiss, his eyes wide, as he realized she wasn't wearing any panties. Then his surprise turned to lust when he realized she'd been planning something. It was too late to stop now, though.

He lifted her to the edge of the vanity, and spread her thighs, stroking the silky skin. Then he dropped his trousers, kicking them away, and grasping her hips, he slid inside. The groaned in unison, as he slid deeply inside her. She clenched around him as he began to move, first slowly, and then faster.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his shoulders.

"Take me to bed," she whispered.

He lifted her, and hurried through to the bedroom. Carefully he lay with her on the bed, his thrusts going deeper now. She squeaked at the top of each thrust.

"I can't wait," she moaned, raggedly. "I can't . . ."

He pushed harder, faster, as his own release came in sight. When he came, she screamed, and arched hard, her legs clenching hard around him her hands gripping the bed covers. He lay over her, his chest against her breasts, feeling the results of his own release.

"We have to go," she said, softly. "My mom will be upset if we don't."
 
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