Sex Still Spoken Here: An Anthology (13 page)

squad car, my sad marquee

as we ease along your parkside blvd.

In a show of force, shove my head

between milestones that I may lap at your pecker

shaker, spillage of spun drip I drink you into morning

on this date, rippling, sucking. I’m throbbing.

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The plump fruit

I swamp

at the icebox

door, unhinge

your rigid

gooseflesh

Forgive us.

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I want with these keys to tap out a poem on the softest

part of your English. I want to sup until the words

disappear, to write with a brush dipped

in cherry juice hollows and sperm spree

instead of hallowed ink. Let’s memorize

your address and never speak again. The wells of

your salts, all the way to the lower surge. Your buttery

sauces, engorging

peek just outside, molten as she moves in

your midst, fold after fold.

To part the separation with her tongue, seeking

the panther cave, vanishes. King me.

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“
Sex is something most adults humans have done or have thought about doing and so it’s a common, even banal, space from which to write. But to do it well one has to make it particular. Has to find it’s meaning. Sex is always deeply intimate, even if the characters aren’t involved in an intimate relationship. It’s bodies going inside other bodies, it’s laying the self bare and it’s also a performance. It seems to me that to write sex well one has to know the characters intimately … even if they don’t know each other intimately. One had to know their fears, their hopes for themselves and the other person—even the hopes and fears that they don’t know. You have to figure out how much of the character’s sex is performance and how much is unfiltered and why—even when the characters don’t. And of course, this is what you need to know about your characters even if they’re not fucking. Writing sex might be a kind of exercise for creating character in any context.”

-
Tiphanie
Yanique

Erin M.

Bio

I have always been inspired by the erotic impulse, such as being enthralled as a young adult by scenes in movies or discovering a simpatico with erotic writing like that of Anais Nin. I grew sexually of age while Madonna rose to the top and once ran around my country town in a bra. As I grew older, the path of unashamed passionate sexual exploration and counter-culture has been an integral part of my life. Attending the Erotic Reading Circle gave me an outlet to make my own erotica.

Mini-Interview

How did you start writing about sex?
Ever since I was a teenager I enjoyed reading erotica anthologies. They were informative and inspiring to me. I started dabbling, writing erotica here and there in notebooks, not thinking that I could write—that somehow I needed some special training. When I found the Erotic Reading Circle and got feedback, it encouraged me to write for real. Also with the Internet and blogging, I found more ways to put myself out there as a writer.

How
does
it
differ
from
non
-
erotic
writing?
You have to worry more about the stigma of what you write about with sex, whether or not to have a pseudonym and how people will see you if you share that you write about sex. You can’t share it with your parents. Well, you could …

How
is
the
Erotic
Reading
Circle
part
of
your
writing
process?
The Erotic Reading Circle is a safe place to bring your work, whether it’s something you want to publish or a relationship or sexual experience/ desire cleverly disguised as “fiction.” Reading my writing at ERC helps me keep writing since I know people enjoy what I’ve put together. I went to a regular writing group for a stint and it felt like they didn’t get the kinky themes in my work.

What’s
the
inside
scoop
on
your
story?
I started writing this story on a quiet holiday when I had made no plans with anyone and instead of feeling sorry for myself I decided to get creative. One of the characters was based on a real guy I had an encounter with around that time. It was healing for me to write him into the story. It also involves something very sexy: anal sex.

Back
in the Saddle

Erin M.

“So here’s the deal: I’ll fuck your ass if you fuck mine. You want it bad enough.”

“I know you would rather be fucked by me and be a little slut bottom boy, but tough, you have to fuck
me
in the ass.”

Even though I was giving the hard line, my lips parted to kiss Nick on the mouth while I roughly grabbed his balls through his cotton slacks. Nick kissed me back hard and I could feel the space in-between my legs start to get hot.

“You know I love to fuck you, but please … I need you to give it to me, I’ve been a very bad boy.” He was unbuttoning my blueish calico dress and exposing my black bra and leather harness, already ready for the scene. Nick got down on his knees, pushed the harness away (I hadn’t put in the cock yet; needless to say, you can’t go out to dinner like that, all jutting out), and started tonguing my pussy.

“Oh yes … like that, oh that’s it.” I looked down at my sandy- haired lover craning his neck to get around the harness. “Oh yeah, be a good boy for me, keep doing that. Oh yeah …”

Nick had become a total ass slut. Ever since we tried me fucking him with a dildo, he couldn’t get enough. He was driving me crazy. What happened to my man I could rely on to fuck
me
, over and over, anytime, any place? Where did our sex life go? He still got me off—mostly, just like he was doing right now—just so he could get me turned on enough to fuck his round white ass.

“You are a little fag, that is what you are,” I told him. “Willing to bend it over and take it.” Work had been tough and this new game made him feel better. He agreed with me that he had become quite a bottom in the bedroom. What about me and my ass fucking? I like to be penetrated, too. Where did my friend, the real cock, go?

“Why don’t you just get it over with and go down to The Stud or wherever, find some pretty boy and get fucked in the ass?” I knew he thought about it. He confided that this was his go-to at-work space out fantasy.

“But you are pretty and you smell good. And, I want
you
to fuck me,” Nick replied, meekness hiding his inner clarity while staring up at me with his big blue eyes. I sighed and stroked the silicone cock. We were sitting in the breakfast nook last Sunday discussing his obsession.

He came over to my chair and I could smell the coffee we had just drunk on his breath. He knelt down, parted my legs and pulled me forward by grabbing the purple silicone. I scooted my butt forward and let him part my pussy lips under the harness mound. “You are wet,” he said, stroking up and down and exploring inside me.

“Wet? What are you talking about? Boys don’t get wet, they get hard.” I pushed his head towards my cock, inviting him to suck it. Nick looked up at me, a greedy, hungry boy waiting for more encouragement. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him onto my dick, letting him suck it for all he was worth. Needless to say, he was lubed up soon after that.

We lay in bed after we fucked and he had shot buckets all over himself instead of inside of me. I had grabbed my Gigi vibe and came hard after pulling off the harness and pressing the vibe into my groin, anxious for release. Nick had collapsed on the bed in la la land, just like a girl, and I wasn’t about to wait around.

“So do you think this is like some weird penis envy thing, leftover from your childhood? You couldn’t play with the big boys so now you’re into cock?” I stared at the ceiling, slightly exhausted from pumping into him. Nick had started to be alert again after cuming and finally reached for me.

“No,” he replied, all of sudden getting quiet. Being girlish again, I thought. He won’t just spit out what’s going on. He grabbed me and drew me to him and we spooned, falling asleep for awhile.

This had been going for two months now, the me fucking him. It was right about the time there was that work party. Nick had just been promoted to project supervisor and the new guy, Matt, had taken his old job. I talked with Matt at the party. He was a tech cutie with nerdy glasses and broad shoulders. Nick made the rounds, chatting everyone up, so I entertained myself. Matt was fun to talk to. He was telling me about how traveling around the world made him get out of corporate and into non-profit.

After awhile Matt suggested we sneak outside and get stoned. Nick was chatting with the board of directors, so I followed Matt outside and around the side of the building. He had a little brown pipe prepared for the occasion. We both took a hit and stared at each other across the alley. He said that smoking pot almost always made him horny and it was a shame that he was at a work function. I stared at the ground and then looked up and accidentally stared at his crotch. The sun was hot on my arms and face. I wondered what Nick would think about Matt and I getting stoned at the work party. All of a sudden I felt nervous. I looked at Matt’s thighs, noticing how muscular they were. “One time, while I was in Thailand, I met this German girl with long brown hair just like yours. All we did for a week was get high on Thai weed and then she would fuck me with a cock that she carried around in her backpack.”

I started thinking why was he telling me all this and maybe I should get back inside, when Nick popped his head out the rusty-colored door, saw me and smiled, and then frowned when he saw Matt and how glossy his eyes were.

Later, at home after the party was over, Nick grilled me about what was so interesting about Matt, not thrilled about sharing turf.

“I don’t know, we were just talking, no big deal. I guess he likes it up the ass.”

“He what?” Nick asked, turning around to look me in the face: kind of smiling, kind of not.

“He told me he spent a week in Thailand once, smoking pot and hanging out with some German girl and her dildo.”

“He told you this, while at the party? Well, he quickly passed the appropriate work conversation boundary.”

“He told me that her hair was like mine, long and brown”.

“He did? What the hell, he’s into my project and now he’s into you. What the fuck?” Nick just scowled off into the other room, but I knew in the following weeks, things had become more tense at work then they needed to be.

I came home one day and Nick was sitting on the couch in the front room, his laptop on the table, his pants unzipped, his cock out and in hand. His body jolted slightly and he let go of his penis when he saw me come in. “I thought you weren’t going to be home till nine.”

“The class was canceled, so I did some shopping downtown and came home. What are you watching, porn? You dirty bastard.”

He reached for the computer and I grabbed it. “What are you watching, baby? Maybe I’ll like it.”

I was faster than him because I didn’t have my pants down. I looked at the pictures splattered across the screen. Women in tight clothing and high heels fucking grown men in the ass with plastic dicks.

“Since when have you been into this?”

“I don’t know, I just think it might feel good,” Nick replied, taking the computer from me and setting it back down on the coffee table. He walked over to the closet and pulled out a bag.

“I was actually hoping you might lend me a hand.” He gave me the bag and I looked inside. There was a harness and not one, but three dildos, all different sizes. We had used some toys on me during oral sex and sometimes I put a finger in his ass, but we had never discussed pegging. Nick always told me he loved fucking me, being on top, pulling up my leg on his shoulder and seeing his cock slide in and out of my pussy. He loved cuming inside and collapsing on my body and then kissing me after he came. We had talked about hot threesome fantasies but he made it very clear he was the fucker. So this came as a bit of surprise.

Fast forward two months and this is where we are now. I am not going to fuck him in the ass unless he does the same to me. Nick had gotten so into being bent over on the couch or on the bed, I wondered if his ass was getting stretched out. I was getting a back problem. At first it was fun. It was different, novelty. I liked gently easing all the way into his ass and fucking him slowly while I put my whole weight on his back and reached around to touch his nipples. Nick’s nipples were so sensitive and I swear he would almost cum right then and there when I twisted them. I’d move down to his cock and stroke him while my hips pumped away against his.

I had gotten more stingy, though, and he had gotten more sissy. I asked my girlfriends if they were fucking their boyfriends. None of them were; in fact, some of them weren’t having sex at all. If they were it was like sweet, go-to-sleep sex.

We were in bed and he was on all fours. The sheets were the new 600-count cotton white ones I’d gotten on sale at Macy’s. I was fucking him again. At least my knees were comfortable, the sun was out and we had the day off. I was naked, too much bother for the outfits. I had my hands on his hips and I was sweating, eyes closed, grinding away at his ass. I felt him grab my hand and groan and I realized he wanted me to give him the reach around. I didn’t. I paused and backed out a little and then slammed the cock almost all the way inside of him and waited. He groaned again and I pulled the cock almost the way out again, just leaving the very tip inside.

“Baby, please, don’t stop,” he whispered.

“What are you going to do for me?” I countered, slamming the cock back in.

“I’ll do it, I promise. I’ll fuck you in the ass, whatever you want, just don’t stop.” I had stopped and I was fully impaled, probably pressing on his prostate pretty hard.

I pulled all the way out, unbuckled the harness and stepped out of it. I put it on the chair next to the bed. Nick had turned over on the white sheets and his dick was hard and sticking straight up and he was staring at me, naked in front of him. “I forgot how beautiful you are.”

“You see me every day, fool.”

“No really, we have been doing it so much in my ass, I haven’t had a chance to look at you, all curvy and shit. Come here.”

I climbed on to the bed and he pulled me to him, kissing me on the lips hard. He turned around and eased on top of me. I reached out and
caressed his arms, my hands tracing through his hair, relaxing even more into the soft bedding. I looked up at him while he put his swollen cock at the entrance to my pussy and he slid in, us both shuddering.

“This is just a warm up, you know,” he said while thrusting into me. I moaned deeply. God, it had been so long since we did it this way.

“I am going to give you what you want.” His arms grabbed my shoulders, his lips vibrated at my neck, while his pelvis pressed into mine.

“You are?”

“Yeah. I can tell you need a good ass-fucking.” He stared into my eyes with a half smile, knowing that we were still playing the game but the tables had shifted themselves back into a more balanced place.

And with that my man climbed back in the saddle, squirted some lube into my ass and slowly inched his way in to our hearts’ content.

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