• Author: vanimp
  • Published: Apr 28th, 2009
  • Nips & Bites: 2

How To Kill The Mood

Writing erotica isn’t the easiest thing to do. Reading good erotica however is a surefire way to get me all hot and horny. Sadly one wrong phrase or descriptive word can fuck it up completely and cause me to stop reading or end up in giggles.  It’s also a great way to completely fuck up a damn good story.

Let’s see …

Her cunt wet and wanting. He had teased her all day. She had begun to get to the point of complete abandon, she didn’t care anymore she just wanted cock and plenty of it. Rough, violent fucking. Now. So she began to tease him. Playing with her nipples, one hand sliding down, lifting her skirt. The lace of her stockings appearing as her hand found it’s destination.  He watched, his mind racing at the thought of watching his little whore of his sat there playing with herself. His cock growing harder by the second. Frustration at the restriction of his jeans he releases it in one move. He leans closer so he can play with her nipples, squeezing and pinching, listening to her moan as his other hand strokes his cock. Her body bucks with each caress and her fingers move deeper inside herself, groaning each time…

Right now let’s show you how to fuck up a nice little piece of erotic musing …

Her hatch wet and wanting. He had teased her all day. She had begun to get to the point of complete abandon, she didn’t care anymore she just wanted wanger and plenty of it. Rough, violent fucking. Now. So she began to tease him. Playing with her coat hangers, one hand sliding down, lifting her skirt. The lace of her stockings appearing as her hand found it’s destination.  He watched, his mind racing at the thought of watching his little whore of his sat there playing with herself. His dart of love growing harder by the second. Frustration at the restriction of his jeans he releases it in one move. He leans closer so he can play with her M & M’s, squeezing and pinching, listening to her moan as his other hand strokes his love muscle. Her body bucks with each caress and her fingers move deeper inside herself, groaning each time…

And no matter how much I love lolspeak it just doesn’t make me hawt … (even if it does have me in fits of giggles)

HER CUNT WET AN WANTIN. HE HAD TEASD HER ALL DAI. SHE HAD BEGUN 2 GIT 2 TEH POINT OV COMPLETE ABANDON, SHE DIDN’T CARE NOMORE SHE JUS WANTD COCK AN PLENTY OV IT. ROUGH, VIOLENT F&^%ING. NAO. SO SHE BEGAN 2 TEASE HIM. PLAYIN WIF HER NIPPLEZ, WAN HAND SLIDIN DOWN, LIFTIN HER SKIRT. TEH LACE OV HER STOCKINGS APPEARIN AS HER HAND FINDZ IT’S DESTINASHUN.  HE WATCHD, HIS MIND RACIN AT TEH THOT OV WATCHIN HIS LIL WHORE OV HIS SAT THAR PLAYIN WIF HERSELF. HIS COCK GROWIN HARDR BY TEH SECOND. FRUSTRASHUN AT TEH RESTRICSHUN OV HIS JEANZ HE RELEASEZ IT IN WAN MOOV. HE LEANZ CLOSR SO HE CAN PULAY WIF HER NIPPLEZ, SQUEEZIN AN PINCHIN, LISTENIN 2 HER MOAN AS HIS OTHR HAND STROKEZ HIS COCK. HER BODY BUCKZ WIF EACH CARES AN HER FINGERS MOOV DEEPR INSIDE HERSELF, GROANIN EACH TIEM…

See there’s just no need to go and fuck it up with silly words to describe something as simple as cock and cunt. Srsly. The rule KISS (keep it simple stupid) is there for a damn good reason.

  • Author: vanimp
  • Published: Apr 27th, 2009
  • Nips & Bites: 8

Microfantasy Monday ~ Lips

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fighting, clawing
desperate to escape
it’s tendrils devouring,
spreading its hold
consciousness fading
the blackness begins to seep in
she fights, silent screams
pleading eyes
His lips on hers
eyes silent yet knowing
breathing ceases
a moment of nothingness
she is dangling on the edge
He is her breath
He has her life on his lips
her eyes widen
her cunt twitches
the lust in his eyes

a moment longer…

His lips release
the suction released
she breathes
again

.. “more”, she asks
breathless
glassy eyed
she smiles

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  • Author: vanimp
  • Published: Apr 26th, 2009
  • Nips & Bites: 5

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