First

It's a prose poem. I think. I'm not sure. My first piece of 'erotica' although I don't know that I would really call it that....

 

“I want to be fucked.”

She told me one night.

We were young.

But the way her strawberry blonde hair glistened

in the parking lot lights made her sound much older.

 

We were in the back of my dad’s old Suburban

sitting on the dark edge of the theatre parking lot

after the last showing of some romance

she had begged me to see.

 

“Have you ever…?”

I began to question, but she silenced me

by pressing her thin, trembling lips to mine

and unbuttoning her new blue shirt.

 

I was entranced by her breasts that appeared.

Small and white, with tiny freckles,

covered by a pink demi-cup bra.

My hands found them new and perfect.

She gasped when I reached inside and

caressed her n*****s.

 

She was so young and fresh. I could smell her

shampoo, deodorant, and that cucumber lotion

she must have borrowed from her mother.

I felt myself go hard for all of her

but thought I should try to resist.

 

“You don’t want to do this here,”

I whispered into that strawberry hair.

“let me take you somewhere else”

 

She shook her head, sending her clean,

young scent to engulf me.

“Take me here. F**k me now.”

And with that she undid my jeans

 

“See, I knew you wanted me”

She giggled in a seductive, confident voice that

I couldn’t have imagined from those lips,

waxy with some fruity lip balm.

 

I was shaking with fear, anticipation, and the

weight of her expectations but sat up and crawled

toward her.

She giggled, more nervously,

as I touched her cheek.

 

It didn’t last very long.

I pushed her shoulders onto the mat,

pressing my body against her as I

positioned myself.

 

She cried out as I entered.

I would have stopped to make sure she was alright

but the sound of her guttural scream ignited me.

I pushed deeper into her, and harder.

 

Her nails dug deep into my back.

I watched her beautiful, body arch against me

Even as her delicate thighs wrapped around my body.

I came soon after.

 

She lay on the mat, panting,

with tiny flecks of blood speckling her skin.

I leaned back against the

coolness of the foggy window.

 

She looked up at me through her knotted hair,

bra twisted about her shoulders and otherwise naked,

with her large blue-green eyes,

begging, pleading me for something more.

“Do you love me yet?” she questioned

into the silence.

Reviews

[Tim McGovern]

I agree, I had to check after reading the first two verses to make sure I'd clicked on the right name.
You nailed the male point of view nicely, I would love to see it extended one more verse to show what his reaction to the question was...but thats just me.

Milky thighs is my only b***h.

This is really excellent erotica because it's not all friction and lubrication, it's emotion and vulnerability, and that's what makes things sexy and erotic.

very nice work

Namaste'
Tim

[Dawn Jones]

This is a sad reality that you capture here. I wouldnt call it erotica because though it contains everything you would need for one its also is so real and so sad. A young girl giving herself up for love, like so many do anymore, and a young boy who seems to actually care but is still driven by his maleness. I like how you work it from the boys point of view. You did really well with this.

[Rain]

I very seldom read any kind of erotica, but I've read enough to know this is not really erotica. It a perfect blend of drive-in reality and a taste of erotica. It's roadside reality. I envision her trying to win love by giving sex, which is what woman do, while men give love to get sex. I like the realness of it. You didn't try to romantize it. I liked it. Rain..