Do you know what I love most about words? It’s not their ability to entertain, or even the immense power they possess to persuade minds with surgical precision, implanting ideas that can topple empires, even. No, it’s not that. 

For me, it’s their ability to transcend time and space to create a tether between two minds, a portal that can open and allow the sharing of a reality so complete- so intimate — that you can find yourself transposed. 

~ 

Take you, for example — and I don’t mean a general, could be anybody, you. I mean you, right there reading these words at this exact moment. I am talking to you. These carefully crafted words of mine have created a link between us, just as I had intended. 

I often wonder about you. Who are you, really? What about my creative mind and bared skin has captured your interest? What would we talk about if we went on an afternoon coffee date, the two of us strolling through a greenspace, steaming cups in hand as the fall colors edge the world in flames? Are you a chef, a photographer, a firefighter, an athlete perhaps? Would you like how flirty I am in real life?  Would my coy smile entice you? 

You hadn’t been thinking about walking through a park with me, but by now I’m sure you’ve conjured up an image of it. Perhaps you’ve even added your own twist to this shared scene of ours. Is your arm around my waist as we walk? Have you perhaps pressed me against the aromatic bark of a cedar tree? 

~

But of course, you and I are not strolling down a trail in the midst of a greenbelt. That image was simply an example to illustrate my point about words and their power. 

Words can not only paint the physical characteristics of any given moment, but they can so easily penetrate the veil between the outside world and the inner workings of the mind. No other artistic medium has such power. This is why the book is always better than the movie. 

~

So, perhaps you’re wondering, if not walking in the park, what am I actually doing here on the other end of these words? Well, baby, let me tell you. I’m lying on my bed, a pink, inky pen in hand as the afternoon light streams through the window. I’m on my belly, and my fruit-covered notebook is open in front of me. My rose-painted lips are edged with a sultry smile. 

I’m wearing a strappy black and gold Victoria’s Secret bodysuit. It clings to my body in an artistic display of skin and fabric. My hair is full and flowing freely.  

I’m smiling because these words have not just created a thread between us; they’ve opened a portal between our realities. The more I describe to you this moment that I’m living, both the poise of my body and the erotic thoughts in my mind, you can see it growing in front of you. It stands there in your mind as a glowing rip in the world, and gleaming on the other side of this portal is me. You don’t bother to wonder or question. You step through. Good boy. I have you right where I want you now, inside of my bedroom. 

~You~

Lila’s scent is the first thing that touches me once I’m inside her room. The soft aroma of roses reaches out to welcome me. She is sprawled out on the bed, her strappy bodysuit barely covering her skin. 

The canvases of those taunting three faceless ladies hang above her headboard, smiling at me as she looks up at me from her papers, no longer faceless. Her smile deepens, and her deep-set brown eyes almost seem to sparkle with delight.

She’s breathtaking, almost angel-like, with a face that’s a blend of Winona Ryder and Penelope Cruise, with olive skin and dark, thick hair. Is she Spanish, Cuban, perhaps, Middle Eastern, but I can’t place it. Her eyes are what strike me the most, so dreamy and penetrating. 

“There you are,” she says as her gaze wanders across my body from my head down and up again. Her voice surrounds me, so familiar and sultry. It’s a voice that has pulled me toward that edge of erotic need more than once. I can feel the heat rising in my body and a tingling sensation moving in my chest and then dropping slowly into my groin. It feels like a shower of fireworks exploding in the night sky and trailing down in a stream of bright sparkles. I can already feel a bulge growing in my pants. 

“God, you’re beautiful,” I say, and she pats the bed next to her.  Fuck, my cock is throbbing. I want her so bad, but what I want more right now is to talk to her, to understand this mysterious woman who has kept me hooked. Her bed absorbs my weight as I sit on it next to her, a bit nervously if I’m being honest. She pushes her notebook aside and arches her ass up first before folding onto her knees. Even now in this moment of first connection, she’s teasing me, seducing me with those curves and that stare. She sits cross-legged next to me, facing me. 

“Hey there,” she says in a soft feminine tone. I turn toward her and our eyes lock. For a moment, time freezes as we evaluate the depths of the other’s eyes. 

“You’re such a damned mystery,” I say, and an amused smile crosses her beautiful face. 

“I enjoy being a mystery. It’s fun.”

“Yeah, but it’s also a kind of torture. I’m so curious about you.” Her smile softens and she takes both of my hands, pulling them to her knees, so she can caress my forearms with the tips of her fingers. Her touch is electric. It sears my forearms with trails of awakened nerves. 

“What do you want to know?” she asks as she explores my body, now dragging embers across my thigh. I break her eye contact to look at her body, and it’s in this moment as my eyes trail down, that I realize the outfit she’s wearing is crotchless. Her beautiful little pussy is peaking out from between the slit in the fabric — those puffy outer lips, her protruding inner lips, the hood covering her clit, fuck!  I note the sheen of moisture edging her flesh, and my cock pulses with a need to finally feel the inside of this woman, and yet her question still rings in my mind. What do you want to know? But my mind is spinning with her pussy so close to me that I can’t quite think of anything profound or deep to ask. 

“What’s your favorite color?” I ask almost stupidly, but she just smiles and relaxes a bit. 

“I thought you were going to ask something dirty,” she chuckles. “That’s a hard question to answer, though. I’m not so good with favorites. I’m too indecisive and can never truly pick,” she says before giving me a ranked list of colors: red, blue, and pink at the top, then purple and gold, then green, orange, and yellow at the bottom. She smiles and tilts her head as she lists them, her analytical side coming out just a bit. I’ve seen the seductive side, but this cute side is also attractive. 

“What else?” she asks, as if our game of 20 questions has just started. I’m curious, I am, but I’m also deeply distracted by the way she smiles, by the way her mouth moves as she talks, and by her eyes that tease me yet with their slight glances. Then, there are her nipples, the perky curve of the small breasts they sit atop, and her belly, slightly more rounded than in her photos in this relaxed state, but still beautiful. And there’s that pussy, still staring at me, beckoning me. 

“What’s your job?” I ask, having always wondered why her face is hidden. At this, she laughs and smiles broadly. 

“Do you really think I’m going to tell you that little detail?” She arches back and removes one hand from her explorations of me to drag her nails up her own thigh to her pussy. She’s seen me looking; she’s noted my lust. She slides two fingers between her lips and then spreads them open with one hand. The center of her opening is pink and gleaming with water. 

“Fuck, Lila,” I say, wanting to touch her, but I see what she’s doing here, and I’m not going to fall for her playful game of distraction.

“Don’t change the subject. You can trust me. What’s your job?” I say almost a bit demanding. I’ve read her work. I know that she likes to be submissive. 

She tilts her head, letting an intrigued smile wash across her face. 

“I’m a lawyer,” she says simply. “The writing I get to do for my job is so boring, so stuffy. I just needed a more creative, more erotic way to express myself.” 

I can’t tell from the look she has on her face if she’s telling the truth or if she’s completely and utterly lying to me. Both options seem plausible. She continues. 

“But my job pays well. I’m a professional, and so of course I can’t show my face. Lila’s world is fun, but it doesn’t pay the bills.” 

“Tell me something else,” I say, and she gets this cute smile on her face and leans in close to rest her head on my shoulder. 

“I’m a very cuddly, touchy person,” she says as she runs a hand across my chest, feeling me through my shirt. 

“Oh, I’ve already noticed,” I say back as I wrap one arm around her and use my other hand to brush some hair out of her face. 

“It’s always getting in the way,” she says, referencing her unmatched locks. It’s true. They’re everywhere, down her back, tangled in the arm I put there. 

“Tell me something else?” I say. She looks up at me before sliding down and twisting to lay on her back in my lap. Her bent thighs are parted slightly. She’s so catlike, forcing her body where she wants it to be and demanding what she wants. 

“I also love to be touched,” she says as she looks up at me and lets her legs drop just a tiny bit farther apart. 

My left hand is free, and I bring it first to her cheek, grazing my thumb across her soft, velvety lips. Then I touch down her chest between her breasts, over to her peaked nipples, one then the other. I can feel as her body shifts slightly in my lap as she enjoys the sensations. 

“Your touch is so good,” she whispers, a breathy, pleasure-filled utterance. She’s arching up, trying to bring my hand toward her kitty. I just smile, enjoying the ability to torture her for once, giving her just a taste but never enough. I remove my hand from her and smile down. 

“How do you like that, Lila?” I say. 

“I want more.” 

“Nope,” I say, teasing. “That’s all you’re going to get.”  

“Fuck you,” she says in a playful tone as she sits up. “I know how to get what I want.” She steps off the bed and starts dancing to the slow sultry song that’s playing in the background. She keeps her eyes locked on me with her “fuck me” eyes ramped up to 10. God, the way she’s moving her hips in that bodysuit, the way her pussy is teasing me. My cock throbs, and some inner Dom rises to the surface. It’s her turn to be teased, not mine. 

I reach out and grab her at the waist to pull her forcefully onto the bed. Her back sinks into the plush mattress as I come on top, pinning her there. I have one arm under hers, and my chest is on top of her small breasts. Our faces are so close that our breaths mingle in the space between us. I can feel my cock fully erect and pressing against my clothes. 

In this position, my other hand is free to explore down her body. I feel her breast and then down her side. She’s thin and toned, and her skin is smooth under the tips of my fingers.

“Fuck,” I moan out, a primal urge to breed her senseless burning inside. “I’m going to fuck you raw, Lila.” I moan into her ear. My hand has reached her hip, and I grab it. My center contracts, and I press my cock toward her, letting it push into her thigh through my pants, letting her feel my promise. She arches toward it, pressing her hips up. 

“I’m going to paint you inside with my cum!” I breathe into her ear. She moans at my words. Every signal she gives me is receptive. She wants me. My fingers release her hip and slide down to the inside of her thighs, just below her pussy. Her skin is wet, her own juices having flowed from between her lips onto the soft flesh below her loins.

“I want your cum! God, I fucking need it,” she moans, staring into my eyes with those deep brown irises, with a sort of I’m yours kind of surrendered stare. It gets me, gets me so fucking good. I press toward her and lower my lips to her. The kiss releases something in both of us. It creates a fever, and we taste each other with kiss after lustful kiss. 

Her hand has found its path to the button of my pants, and she’s trying to undo me, but with one hand, she’s struggling. I moan and press onto her again.

“Fuck, I want you,” she breaths between kisses. The way she’s struggling with my button is cute. The way she growls out of frustration makes me smile. Yet, instead of helping, I tease her more. My fingers caress and tap all around her pussy. I pull the straps of her lingerie and press my weight onto her until her frustration at my denial grows almost unbearable. 

“Fuck,” she moans, a statement and a command. 

Finally, I slide a finger across her pussy and then between those slick, swollen lips. She breathes out, and her hand pauses as she focuses on the feel of me finally exploring her little cunt.  

I slide my thumb across her clit a few times and then give her small circles around that swollen little pleasure point. I can’t help myself, I lean down and bite her neck because I’ve read what she writes, and I know she’ll like it. 

“Enter me,” she breathes as she wiggles her hips, trying to guide my fingers into her. 

“Soon, Lila,” I say. I move my hand to undo my button and let her free my cock. Then as her hand is exploring me for the first time, I slowly, very slowly, slide two fingers into her juicy opening. Her warm flesh parts and soaks my fingers. I move in and out of her, making sure to give her clit some attention with the palm of my hand each time before sliding back inside. I can feel her whole body writhing and shaking from the pleasure of it. Her breaths are coming faster and she’s moaning. Her pussy is so fucking wet, and the sounds she’s making are doing it for me, doing it so well that I’m not sure how much longer I can resist sinking my cock into her. 

“Fuck, baby. I need your cock. I need it now,” she moans as she pulls me closer to her cunt. I let her because, fuck, the need to be inside her is killing me. She slips my tip across her, and presses it just the slightest bit inside of her. It’s not my plan to enter her yet, but dammit, just a little bit more. Just a little bit more. God, it feels so good. 

“Oh my God, I need you to fill me up,” She moans as she angles her hips even more. I slide another inch inside her warm, juicy pussy. 

“Shit, baby girl. You feel better than I had imagined,” I say, losing all control as I thrust every last inch into her while enclosing my mouth once more over hers. I move her hand above her head with my own, and our fingers entwine as our bodies move together. We are one, connected at every point possible.

After a few minutes of exploring different strokes and angles, I find that spot that has her body blossoming. 

“Oh my god, right there,” she moans out as I strike a particular point near her G-spot. I lock in and keep the rhythm steady. With my left hand, I gently entwined my fingers in her hair as we kiss. I can feel just how much she likes this steady sensual treatment.

The tension of pleasure builds in her. I hear it in the moans that escape our kiss. I can feel it in the water that’s flooding around my cock. 

“Fuck, you feel amazing. God! I’m going to cum!” she screams out. Her lungs expand with a lusty, quick inhalation and then a pause. The world freezes, shrinking only to this moment. It’s just her under me here in this bed, my cock deep inside her pussy. Then she explodes with a deep guttural moan. She leans her head into my chest as she releases with shakes and moans, breathing short, quick pleasure-filled breaths. Her body relaxes, and I kiss the sweat that has gathered on her brow. 

For a long moment, I keep her here in my arms, letting her rest in the wake of the release. 

I pull out and sit up on my knees. It’s a beautiful sight. My cock, dripping from her juices in the foreground of my vision, with her wet pleasure swollen pussy in the background. 

“God that felt so good,” she says, leaning up on her elbows. “I don’t usually climax that easily, but you found the spot. Damn.” She smiles up at me, looking completely and utterly satisfied. 

“Clean my cock up, Lila, so I can fuck that tight little ass of yours.” She laughs and sits up. 

“I have no problem licking my cunt off of your cock, but my ass?” 

“Yes, your ass. I’m going to fuck that sweet little ass of yours until I cum all over inside of you.” She looks more skeptical than I thought she would at the idea. 

“It’s just that it always feels so tight the few times I’ve tried, and I’ve literally only been able to let Luke finish with it one time, and he was the first.” 

“I’m going to be the second,” I say as I grab some of her hair to direct her mouth to my cock.  “But don’t worry, baby girl, I’m going to be gentle and make sure you like it.” 

“We’ll see,” she says hesitantly as she takes my cock in her hands. “I have noticed, though, that a finger in my ass does make my pussy really wet, so maybe.” Her lips close around my cock. She does exactly as I have asked, licking and sucking her acids like a lollipop. The way her tongue slides down my shaft each time my cock penetrates to the back of her throat feels like heaven. She’s on her knees, leaned over, so I reach over and run my fingers across her asshole. I explore gently, pressing in a tiny bit. She’s not lying. Her ass is practically virgin; it’s tight like a fucking rubber band. My cock is throbbing in her mouth in anticipation of her ass. I fucking need it now. 

“That’s good enough. Turn around,” I say as I push her off of my cock. She obeys, making a show of stretching up onto all fours and turning around, cat-like until her ass is in full view. She dips her fingers into a jar of coconut oil next to the bed and spreads it all over my cock and her ass before using a hand to pull her cheek aside for me, like the good little girl that she is. 

“Please go slow,” she says as her elbows hit the bed, letting her back arch low and her ass tilt up to me. 

“Trust me, baby. You’re in good hands,” I say as I guide myself into her. It’s a slow process, just getting the tip in takes a little work, but after that, I slowly press myself in. 

“Relax, baby girl. It will feel better for you that way.” She tries to take my advice, but she still flinches a few times as I pry her open with my cock. With one hand, I’m holding her hip tight to keep her from moving away from my advance on her ass, but with my other hand, I gently caress her back, and her ass, and her belly. Fuck, it literally feels like I’m taking her virginity or something. She seems utterly unused to the feel of a cock in her ass, and that thought has me rock hard.  

“Good girl. You can take this cock. I know you can,” I purr to her as she squirms in my hands. 

“It hurts, but it also kind of feels good,” she says, as she moves forward yet again an inch away from me. I pull her back toward me, letting the last bit of my length sink deep into her. My god, her ass is so fucking tight, and the way she’s letting me while also slightly resisting the feel of it is hot. I know I’m not going to last long. I reach around to finger her pussy and find that she’s drenched. She was right about that, ass play does make her tight little cunt wet, so fucking wet. 

“Use your vibe, baby girl,” I tell her. She reaches into the drawer on her nightstand and pulls out a sleek, purple vibe. The clit – ass combination soon has her moaning again, and although she’s not pressing her ass onto me yet, she’s no longer pulling away. 

I stay steady, rubbing her back and stroking into her gently, until she, slowly at first, presses back into me, pushing her ass onto me.

“Fuck. It actually feels kind of good,” she says. 

~Lila~

You pull out of me and move me onto my back. I’ve never done ass play on my back. It’s only ever been on my knees; I didn’t even know it would work this way, but I like it more. You’re staring into my eyes as you take my other hole. I can feel you so deep. It’s a new, different kind of sensation, but I like it. I like letting you take what you want and teach me things.  God, it feels so good up my ass like this, and you kissing me while I use my vibe on my swollen clit is perfection.  

I can feel as you approach that edge. Your strokes are getting deeper and stronger, and your breaths are deepening. I’m already on that edge again, but I move the vibe off my clit and only tease myself every few seconds to keep me there. I want to cum with you at the same moment you fill my ass with your cum. Fuck, though. I don’t know if I can wait. 

“Oh my God. Fuck, this feels so good,” I moan out. Your own moans grow even more. You’re so close, and knowing that I’m about to have your cum breaks my control. I lose it, and the pleasure writhes and builds once more, breaking free.

“Shit, baby. I’m going to cum while you fuck this tight little ass,” I start to scream and arch from this new and different kind of pleasure that I’ve never experienced before. It’s deep and intense. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby. God! This feels so good,” I scream as my cunt and my ass spasm from your cock. You lose it, too. Your hands grab my hips in a painful, primal grip as you press deep into my ass and drop shot after shot of hot cum into me. 

~ 

After you step back through the portal to your own world, I lie on the bed, moist from all of our fluids, and I wonder to myself, in a world exhaustingly saturated with the truly explicit, is the erotica, with its carefully crafted attention to detail and perspective, better than the porn?