Saturday, 6 November 2010

Playing Favorites

Disclaimer: Pure smut. Seriously, this is porn with absolutely no redeeming value whatsoever. You have been warned. I wash my hands of this. Seriously. It's just wrong. If you're not legal and I find out you read this I will personally find you and kick your ass. Not in a good way.


Sometimes we'll fuck in the daytime, warm and lazy in our unmade bed while the golden afternoon sun shines in through the open window. Curled up together exchanging whispered endearments... sex is slow and sweet as molasses. Our lips touching and our limbs intertwined I can't tell where she ends and I begin as her fingers move inside of me. My heart feels full to exploding with all I feel for her and I know that I have nothing to hide. I love you I tell her. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou. I whisper it over and over as my lips brush over her mouth, her nose, her cheekbone. I can't get enough of those moments. Making love.. it sounds so trite, so clich├ęd but at that moment, I don't care. There's nothing quite like it. It's beautiful. But it's not my favorite thing.

Sometimes it happens that we're out... and we can't resist the urge. Surrounded by bodies and music, I whisper in her ear, I want you. We'll scramble out the back, into the dark alley. It might be stupid but I feel like I'll die if I can't have her right there. I push her up against the wall, push her collar aside, bite down on knotted muscle and then lick and kiss the pain away, an apology of sorts. I palm her breast and push her dress up, grind my thigh against her. Theres nothing but damp thin cotton between my skin and her pussy. I press harder as she rubs herself against me. Her fingers dig into my skin as she grabs my shoulder. Harder she grunts, and I give it to her. I laugh, I'm so turned on but this is fucking crazy. It's dark and there's no one near but anyone can walk in. I tell her that and it turns her on even more. Fuck but she's hot. Gasping harshly, she comes right there with the brick wall digging into her back. It's the wildest thing we've ever done, but it's not my favorite.

She loves to be in control and she loves to force me out of it. She loves to drive me out of my mind. She's slowly, purposely, driving me crazy. I don't know how long it's been but it feels like forever. Her wicked fingers and her sinful mouth bring me to the edge over and over again. I'm drenched in sweat and every muscle in my body is rigid with tension. It's been too long, so much.. too much. Every single fucking time I think this is the time, she draws away and leaves me grasping at the feeling she's denying me flees with her touch. The sheets are starting to feel like sandpaper against my skin. Her touch is torture, too much and not enough, never enough. I curse her name with every ragged breath. And still she denies me. I feel like I've been crying, begging, pleading for ever but every time I think she'll relent she proves that her heart is made of fucking stone the cunt. My breath is harsh to my own ears and I can hear my heart pounding. I fucking hate her, why won't she just give me what I need? I promise her anything, everything if she'll just let me come. But she won't, she'll only let me when she's good and ready. When I've lost every shred of sanity. My fingers scrabble at the sheets, simultaneously wanting contact and shying away from feeling. I can't anymore. I'm seconds from pushing her away and taking matters into my own hands. I just can't take anymore. I can't. Just when I think I'm about to break, just when I think I'm about to scream, it hits me. She finally letting me find my release. I am blindsided by my orgasm. I don't know who or what I am anymore. All I know is pleasure, white hot sliding through me. It's the most intense thing I've ever felt.

I'm wrung out, barely able to lift me head as she lays a gentle, almost chaste kiss on my lips. Good? She asks. I smile and nuzzle her face. She always knows how to give me exactly what I crave. And that? That's my favorite thing

Now Playing: Mercy - Duffy


Anonymous said...

Right now, all I can feel is shame. Why, you ask? Because after reading that, I feel like everything I've ever written is SHIT compared to it.
The way you describe everything; it's almost unbelievable. It's like I can picture every single thing you've written; the girl, the alley, the bed... E V E R Y T H I N G. You are talented beyond imagination.
Words can't describe how much I loved this story. And that means something cuz usually, that's the only way I can describe my feelings :P

I am hands down your number one fan in the world. And I love you.


The Expatess said...

Son of a bitch. I want to say more, but I.... I don't know how to. Not decently anyways. It's going to suck being alone tonight, and for many more to come if love is anything like that. I want.
Okay, I've calmed down a bit. Amazingly well written, your strongest piece of work to date. The imagery is unbelievable, and now I feel as though I need to do twothings:
1) keep bugging you to write
2) Step my game the FUCK up.

DeeDee said...

7allo First of all, thank you for the lovely heartfelt compliment. It means more because you're someone I truly believe has talent & potential. As much as you like my writing, I like yours. You're going places darling, if you hold on to what you love. Love you too. *hugs*

Ms. RC Expatess Heh, shut up you. Also, I don't mind indecent compliments, just so you know...
You really think so? As you're my favorite *cough*only*cough* stalker to date, that gives me a happy glow. Thanks darling. Also yes please to both one and two. :)

Anonymous said...

okaaay, so I never knew you existed?! thanks to stalking aziz I found you :P (as creepy as tht sounds.. well you found another daily reader to ur blog ;p) bes is this what you do?! right short (kinda porn-y ;p) stories? well they're HOT, and ur writing is awesome. I usually write my nickname but then now it's the second name I go for sooo.. no :P but cool. yeah, cool.

DeeDee said...

Blue (Heh, yes I managed to make sense of your comments)

Thank you for both (all three?) of your comments. Much appreciated. I'm glad you're stalking Aziz I guess? *hides the Aziz*

And no, I have a job. It's boring. And a life, which is slightly less boring. And sometimes I write things. To pretend I'm not boring. :D

Blue said...

oh lol well it's good to know you wrapped your mind around my nonsense ;p oh yeah u dnt need to thank me for stalking people, but it's good to know someone appreciates it (I try hard you know ) :P
p.s- that was a joke, I hope you got it cuz if u didnt that would sound creeep-ay. I'll shut up now. ok. now.

oh and btw when i asked you if that's what u did I meant like if that was your thing but obviously it is. But well, good job on pretending ur not boring, it's workin'! (at least on ur blog and not twitter :P)

Eluded Euphoria said...

ur writing is amazing :)

Anonymous said...

I think I would go gay for a night if you could do all those things to me. Penis doesn't cut it anymore.

Anonymous said...

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I'm reporting you to the baladiya hehehehehe