{"id":203,"date":"2014-10-16T19:13:37","date_gmt":"2014-10-16T19:13:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sterlingslyce.com\/?p=203"},"modified":"2014-10-16T19:58:05","modified_gmt":"2014-10-16T19:58:05","slug":"smut-verses","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.sterlingslyce.com\/?p=203","title":{"rendered":"Smut verses"},"content":{"rendered":"

He had painted the picture perfectly–that frenzy that takes hold when we, drunk on our skin, find ourselves with nothing but time and the other.\u00a0 There were sensations, and positions and scenarios.\u00a0 Flavors, even.\u00a0 Strawberries in bed.\u00a0 Silence and steam.\u00a0 It is our mistake to conceive that we have been doing anything other than making love with the whole universe all day long.\u00a0 But in this mistake, we find ourselves in the compelling illusion of a window of absolute possibility.\u00a0 Clothes decorate the floor.\u00a0 French lingerie.\u00a0 A tie. \u00a0 In this mistake, I can’t deny my hunger, or how perfect it feels to touch his naked body meeting mine with generous certainty…
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Kneeling down in front of you,<\/p>\n

I look up into your eyes<\/p>\n

and kiss<\/p>\n

along the grooves of your belly, flicking my tongue along<\/p>\n

sensitive flesh.<\/p>\n

I am teasing myself as much as you,<\/p>\n

because I want to consume<\/p>\n

the way the light plays along your abdomen, and the smell of your skin<\/p>\n

as it slopes downward.\u00a0 Now<\/p>\n

I am hungry.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I want to feel you, fat and full in my mouth.\u00a0 I begin<\/p>\n

to beg for your cock, whisper madness against–<\/p>\n

you are already speaking words from across an ocean<\/p>\n

humming and thrumming,<\/p>\n

your ass clenches beneath my light touch–<\/p>\n

I understand only the cadence of your body, only what you cannot help but tell me.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Your hips begin to thrust<\/p>\n

when you part<\/p>\n

my soft lips, edged with heat, and slide over<\/p>\n

my wet tongue towards the depths of my throat.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The ocean cannot help but<\/em><\/p>\n

completely meet the land– she fills him as completely as he fills her.<\/em><\/p>\n

Her nature presses against his shape, filling every nuance of his body.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I gag you farther into me,<\/p>\n

my convulsions send waves of drool<\/p>\n

rushing against you–rivers<\/p>\n

curve downward, over the muscles of your thighs.<\/p>\n

You swell within me in response, hold me, hold me there.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Only when I have no choice but to breathe you<\/p>\n

do you pull from my mouth, and slap my cheek.<\/p>\n

I am awake.<\/p>\n

I drink in the air, feel my drool running off my chin and onto my breasts.<\/p>\n

I love the impact of your cock against my jaw<\/p>\n

and I stare up at you with my lips swollen and parted.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My mascara and eyeshadow are dark<\/p>\n

and smeared, making my eyes look even larger.<\/p>\n

You twist a hand into my bright hair, bringing me to my feet.<\/p>\n

I don’t argue as you kiss me deeply,<\/p>\n

and cradle my face in your palms.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I am pressed into a soft mattress.<\/p>\n

I don’t argue as your use your tie to secure me to the bed,<\/p>\n

my arms stretched above my head.<\/p>\n

I know you are so hard you want to fuck<\/p>\n

me senseless until you cum.<\/p>\n

Instead you press your cock firmly<\/p>\n

against my thigh, so I can feel it, want it,<\/p>\n

and then you use your mouth all over me.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When I moan,<\/p>\n

you slide a thigh between my legs<\/p>\n

and let me ride you<\/p>\n

as you<\/p>\n

bury your face in my chest,<\/p>\n

cupping my breasts<\/p>\n

and drawing them into your mouth one by one.<\/p>\n

You squeeze and suck and drink me in until my whole body seems to swell beneath you<\/p>\n

and your thigh is slick with drool and the trail of my cunt.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When I moan again, you bring two fingers to my lips,<\/p>\n

and I draw them into my mouth,<\/p>\n

begging you again with my eyes, completely lost in the mistake.<\/p>\n

You press your smooth shaft against my wet sex, and my hips buck.<\/p>\n

I want you inside me more than anything,<\/p>\n

but you pull away.<\/p>\n

Instead of giving me your cock, you slide both fingers<\/p>\n

into me,<\/p>\n

opening me.<\/p>\n

This is when I start to cum.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Again you hold,<\/p>\n

hold still as I convulse around you,<\/p>\n

waiting<\/p>\n

for one of the infinite ways pleasure can ripple through a body<\/p>\n

to ebb.<\/p>\n

I am still trembling as you<\/p>\n

rest one hand lightly on my belly, and with the other<\/p>\n

start to fuck me,<\/p>\n

our bodies finding some impossible rhythm,<\/p>\n

creating language.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You seem to rotate the planet’s axis<\/p>\n

and I’d swear it was the start of the world again.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I flood against you, coating you in salt water<\/p>\n

and now you are on your knees<\/p>\n

sucking and licking and drinking me in and<\/p>\n

I must be screaming<\/p>\n

but it must be all sounds<\/p>\n

because I can hear only silence.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

to be continued…<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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