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Click here"Oh, c'mon now, ya know it's true,
how I said I don't get into this
for the prize of the great orgasm
at the end of the long, repetitive,
devouring state of the fuck,"
she groaned.
Leaning down and slopping
and slurping in perfected motion,
tickling fingers plunge into scratches
then go back into soft circles
up his back, and then down
again into the taboo hole.
He's not really listening now.
She likes to make confessions
in the middle of his foggy trances,
and so goes on to finish her thought,
"It's this power, this overwhelming,
and undeniable immersion of my self
into your mind and your pleasure.
I don't feel any of my own pleasure
until you're at the brink of yours.
That power is worse than a drug.
That is my reward for sex -
not the bloody orgasm I can't get
without my own fingers doing it for me."
He says, "God, you're so fucking good,"
as he plunges perfectly into her,
fulfilling the connection of feelings,
letting her feed on his mind
while he revels in her rolling hips.
Loved this. I feel like you plucked the thoughts from my mind and wrapped them in wonderful words like a gift to me. Thank you!
just on the edge of explicit, causing the reader to fill in the blanks - very well done
But then thats what makes poetry interesting in the first place. But there is a raw sensuality about this that I liked. Enjoyed...
I remain, Thesandman
Quite unusual,
definitely not your normal poem.
More like a well written scene in an erotic story.
Are you going to expand it?
how complicated that simple act can be.
and what goes through the mind.
I like this alot
the mind does one thing while the body does another.
very nice
thank you