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I try to write erotica (and fail)
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Morning Dew

“Move over,” she said, quietly, the stillness of the morning air dripping from her lips.

I softly groaned and snuggled deeper into my pillow. She placed a hand on the small of my back and gently pushed.

“Nooo,” I said.

“Move,” she said. “You’re on my dress.”

I sighed and lifted my ass off the bed, complaining all the while. “What time is it?” I asked.

“Early. Late. I should have left hours ago.”

That woke me up. I sat up, the sheet falling away from my body, the chill air puckering my nipples. “You’re leaving?”



“Come on. Don’t start. I’ve already been here longer than I should have. Getting home at 5 in the morning is going to be hard enough to explain as it is.”

I reached across the bed and pulled her down next to me, drawing her close. “Don’t tell me you’re regretting this so soon.”

“No. Definitely not,” she whispered. “But you know there are rules.”

“Yes. Rules,” I murmured, as my lips found hers, my tongue lazily finding a way inside her mouth.

I groaned, louder this time as her hand traveled up my body and cupped a breast. She pinched a nipple and I gasped, setting her lips free.

Falling back, I stared as she pulled the dress over her head. “Have you seen my underwear?” she asked.

The soft material slowly concealed the body I’d been so intimate with just hours before. My foot rested on the silky material of her red thong, and still I shook my head and answered no. “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “I’ll just go without.”

“Will you call me later?” I asked, wondering if perhaps I wasn’t being too bold.

The gold watch on her left wrist twinkled at me as she hooked the clasp. “Probably, but I’m not promising.”

“No, you never do,” I said, as I turned my back to her. The bed swayed slightly as her weight settled on the far end. I drew my legs closer to my body, pulling the silk toward me. The gentle curve of her back as she leaned down to fix her shoes sent a surge of pleasure through my body. It took no imagination at all to feel my hands on her breasts, traveling down her back, caressing her ass. It seemed impossible that this morning, these hours, shouldn’t continue. I sat up and crawled to her, my head landing next to her right hip. She looked at me and smiled.

“You should go back to sleep,” she said. “It’s too early for you to be awake.”

“You should have thought of that before you woke me up.”

“You were on my dress.”

“Admit it. You wanted me awake.”

She laughed and I inhaled, trying to draw her into me, again and again.

She stood up and bent slowly at the waist, bringing her mouth down to mine. Sensing what I needed, she kept the kiss short, using her hands to trap mine on the bed.

“You’re no fun,” I said, once she released me.

“That’s not what you were screaming last night,” she replied.

“It was the alcohol talking. Nothing more.”

“You didn’t drink. And don’t say what you were going to say. It’s much to early for that kind of talk.”

“You’re right. I’ll leave it for starry, moonlit nights.”

“Such a romantic.”

“You forgot hopeless. Hopeless romantic. Or fool. How else to explain the fact that I’ve fallen in love with a married woman?”

“Do you really want to get into this now?”

“No. What I want to get into now is you, but you’re right. It’s too early for me to be awake.” I crawled back under the covers and closed my eyes. The warm spot had long evaporated and the cold sheets did nothing to alleviate the ache building inside of me.

“I’ll call you later,” she said, as she opened the bedroom door.

“Uh-huh,” I murmured, not bothering to open my eyes.

I listened for the sound of her footsteps leading her away from the bedroom, but instead she quickly crossed the room and planted a longing kiss on my lips. “I love you, too,” she whispered, the words filling my mouth.

“I know,” I said. “Now go. You’re late.”

Published 03/08/04 in Writing • | Views: 2047 times | Print

3 Comments & Trackbacks

not even a whisper of failure in sight - it’s highly erotic in the best sense - oh, and i envy your way with dialogue - always have

Posted by Jules  on  03/10  at  04:37 PM

Yes, perfect title. I think Jules said what I wanted to say except she put it much more beautifully.

I’m glad I clicked on over here.

Posted by anna  on  04/04  at  11:09 AM

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