In the summer’s light we all gathered around. Same small talk, same unwanted conversations from people we don’t want to call family. Same lunch line forming for the grill. Everything’s the same like everything before. Mundane and a bore. Until she finally showed up. The friend of a friend’s relative you’ve made multiple eye contact with and as much small talk as unwanted rumors could warrant. They’re here. Now nothing’s the same. And the liquor finally begins to pour. So does the small talk that you won’t keep so small anymore. We’re in small circles at the start. But broke off to be secluded, as the hearts want. Small talks are over and the conversation leads to more intimate topics in a flirty humor kind of way. And they keep smiling while locking eyes with you. You can’t help but want her more. The body language is even brighter than the pit fire now burning in the summer’s night. And you’re fantasizing. And so are they. The rest are not so oblivious anymore. “Let’s go get another drink” and we both made our way into the mostly empty house. Neither are quick to run back out. We sit still inside till the remaining few in finally decide to go back out. “You guys coming out?” “We’ll be out in a few, waiting for the bathroom” and we’re finally isolated. You gently place your finger in their hand and they look back at you. The smile is the invitation and you finally lock lips. The kissing becomes even deeper as I hold her body tight to mine. Heavy breathing intensifies while her hands runs all over mine. Pulling her hair back to kiss her neck and work down her collarbone. “Come on” she squeezes my hand and leads to an empty room. She pins me against the wall now. Her hands unlock my belt. She grips me hard as I lift her skirt. Still pinned against the wall as now her leg wraps around. I break free and lay her on whoever’s bed it was. Her shirt gets lifted up and I work my way all the way down with my tongue. I eat her like I want to steal her soul. She grabs my hair after a short while and forces me back on top. There’s nothing hotter than a woman who gets what she wants. She spits on her hand first then jerks me a little more. Then guides me into her. Gotta start her off slow till she wants me more. And more I gave. Each thrust gets longer. And harder. And deeper. We had to keep quiet so we lock tongues again. It didn’t help much. Till I could finally feel her dripping I couldn’t hold off any longer. She wrapped her arms arms me till I finally exploded. With every pulse I see her eyes roll back further. We didn’t want to leave whoever’s room we were in. But reluctantly we must. We rejoined the crowd. With the small talks and such. And they probably knew. But we looked at each other. And we didn’t give a fuck
Matt Horror
Rotten Erotica