Erotic Writing

Camping the Night Away

Tamara and I had gone out a couple times, but this was going to be the first time we spent an entire night together. We both loved camping so I suggested, half jokingly, that we grab a sleeping back and head into the woods to rough it. To my surprise, she was down with that. In fact, she was extremely excited and couldn’t stop talking about it.

The week before we left went by slowly, but finally the moment arrived. She stopped by to pick me up in her soft top Jeep. She was wearing a tight camo tanktop that outlined her outstanding C-cup breasts. I spent many hours of those first two dates resisting the urge to just reach out and touch them.

True to our agreement, I saw just a single sleeping bag in the back for our trip as I jumped in.

“You ready?” she asked.

“I was born ready for this,” I said and we were off to the forest on the land her dad owned.

Neither of us did much talking as she drove deeper and deeper into the woods. We both knew what was likely going to happen, but we didn’t want to verbalize and kill the mood. So we watched the moon hide from our view as the tree limbs overhead became thicker and thicker. Soon after she stopped the Jeep on the side of the dirt road and turned to me.

“We’re walking from here, mister.”

I grabbed the sleeping bag out of the back and we headed down a trail into the woods. She started telling me about her childhood growing up on this land, the forts she had, the trees she climbed. The conversation eventually moved to the guys she had dated previous to me.

“I’m the only you’ve brought here?” I asked. “Come on, you’re kidding me.”

She shook her head no and grabbed my hand as we walked further into the woods. We stopped talking again as the sounds and noises of the woods around us got louder and louder. The warm summer air was slightly cooler underneath the trees.

Just as I was about to ask how much further we were going to go, we reached a clearing in the trees. Out here away from the city the stars were brighter than I’d ever seen. Without any words, she took the sleeping bag from me and unrolled it in middle of the field.

I loved her direct manner. Without saying anything, she took off her clothes and laid down on the open sleeping bag, looking up at the brilliant night sky. I shook myself out of my trance and danced my clothes off as I made my way across the clearing. She sat up on an elbow and watched me get closer, shedding clothes as I walked toward her.

It seemed wrong to start talking so I just laid down next to her, the sounds from the forest more than enough to listen to as our bodies explored each other. At one point she was riding me and I looked up and saw her face framed against a backdrop of stars – the milky way – and the way she leaned down and her breasts touched me sent me to another place. Several times that night.

We slept zipped up together in the sleeping bag, the one we would keep with us for the rest of the relationship. In the morning things were changed. In a good way, though as we became great sex friends.

Her Erotic Diary

I couldn’t help myself. She’d left her diary out and left me in her room with nothing but time. She usually hid it, so I began to wonder if she wanted me to read it or at least show an interest. When she didn’t return right away, I wandered over to her dresser and picked up the leather bound journal.

Looking around and not seeing her, I opened to the first page. Dear Tom, I read. I was in shock. Why was her erotic diary started with a greeting to me? I know you’re probably confused, the writing continued, but I’ve been trying to come up with a way to share these feeling with you for a long time now.

I stopped reading and looked around the room, waiting for a hidden camera crew to bust out of the ceiling and point their fingers at me, laughing. Nothing happened, though. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, reading some more.

Her sexy handwriting continued to tell me that she had feelings for me. The funny thing was that I’d had feelings for Melissa too, ever since we’d had a couple classes together last semester. I still couldn’t believe what I was reading, but I couldn’t stop reading either.

By the third page of specific detail of what she wanted to do to me, I found my hand sneaking down the front of my pants. I caught myself and looked around. She was still gone. She said she had to study for a while at the library. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned back on the bed, her erotic diary to me in one hand and my other hand undoing my pants.

As I was just about to read about what she wanted to do to me with an ice cube, I was at full mast and furiously working my hand up and down, getting into her words like I hadn’t ever gotten into any words ever before.

When I got to the section that described foods she wanted to eat off my body, I let out a moan. I was lost in the moment, not caring if her roommate or anyone else walked in for that matter. Then I heard the door. As I tossed the book to the side of the bed and fumbled to get my pants up, I heard her voice. Her sweet, sweet voice.

“Don’t put that away,” she said, walking into the room and dropping her backpack on the floor. I think I left detailed instructions about what’s going to go down in this dorm room tonight. You didn’t peak at the journal, did you?

I didn’t know what to say. I was red in the face and a little embarrassed. I decided to go with the truth. “Um yeah, I kind of accidentally started reading and …”

“And I see what happened,” she said, still smiling as she walked across the room and kissed me. “Don’t stop what you’re doing. I want you to last a little bit later.”

She could see I was having trouble getting back into the moment, so she swooped down and took me into her mouth, moving up and down quickly. I only lasted a few brief moments with her doing this before I let out a gasp and tried to pull her head away. She was having none of that, though, and wouldn’t let me out of her mouth until I’d stopped squirming all over the bed.

“Oh dear,” she said, her hands moving to her breasts. “You so get me hot.” Perhaps I should join a adult dating site instead?

I couldn’t disagree. Not once. The whole night. It was great.

I Love me Some Rollover Minutes

Tabitha’s voice was what attracted me to her. Don’t get me wrong. It wasn’t the only thing that attracted me to her. I was also a big fan of her large breasts and her dark red hair. She had this way that she moved her hips when she walked that caused me and other men to literally stop so we could watch her swagger through the office.

When she called me up out of the blue one Monday evening after work, I was a little surprised. I let it ring and answered it as if I didn’t have a care in the world.

“Kevin here,” I said.

“Hey, it’s Tabi… you know, from work…”

I knew who she was, but I played it off. “Yeah, yeah, I think I’ve seen you around on the 14th floor.” I didn’t want to tell her I’d been trying to plan my trips around the building delivering mail to coincide with where she was going to be. That would just be creepy, though.

“I’ve seen you watching me, you know,” she said, taking me off guard. “It’s kinda cute.”

Was she reading my mind?

“So anyway, it was extra stressful and I was needing a way to unwind and I was wondering if you might listen in while I have a little go at relieving some of the stress?”

That’s it, she was reading my mind. “Um, yeah, sure,” I managed to say into the phone. I leaned back into the couch wondering what she would say next.

“Feel free to touch yourself too,” she said. I didn’t need any encouragement as I undid my pants. “I just love the way your voice sounds,” she sang into the phone, “It makes me so hot… tell me what you’re doing.”

I started talking to her, not knowing what I was going to say next, just going with the flow. I knew I was hitting the right words as she began to moan louder and louder through the phone. Then she began to talk to me, taking me through what she was doing to me, what she was seeing, what she was feeling, what she was wanting to do.

And my hands moved over my body bringing me closer and closer to the point of no return. We both went back and forth, knowing when to talk and when to shut up and let the other half have a go at letting go with words, working the other one up.

We reached a moment where we were both at the peak and we stopped speaking and the moans escaping from our mouths told the whole story. And her voice made me hotter and my voice made her hotter and soon we were both not able to hold back any longer.

She hit the peak and her shriek caused me to release across the room as her soft moans continued to reach out to me through the phone.

“Alright,” she said suddenly, “I’ll see you at work tomorrow. Call me later if you get bored.”

With that she hung up and I sat on my couch, phone in one hand and my little monster in the other, wondering if what had just happened had really just happened. Two hours had passed. I love rollover minutes.

Irish Car Blow

I know it’s not recommended, but it was a country road and the sun was shining down and we’d been driving through the Irish countryside for hours. I was already enjoying the day, laughing at Jessie’s jokes and stories about traveling through Eastern Europe last summer. Her short cropped bright red hair fit her small petite body perfectly.

Eventually, she seemed to get tired of talking and we drove in silence. Mile after mile of the Irish countryside passed outside. I was lost in my thoughts when I felt her hand moving into my lap. I sat up just a little bit, surprised but with a smile on my face.

“You fancy a little Irish Car Blow?” she asked, laughing.

“I think I know what that is, but do I really want to know?” I smiled back at her, keeping my eyes on the road and both hands on the steering wheel.

She didn’t say another word as she undid her seatbelt and turned sideways on the front seat. Her hands continued dancing over my lap, undoing my pants. I sighed as she took it out, rubbing it with her hand.

“You ready for this?” she asked?

Before I could answer, her head slipped down into my lap and she took me into her mouth in one quick motion. I bloody love Ireland, I thought, as I drove down the deserted country road, a rock wall to the left and right of the car.

Her head bobbed up and down, with her tongue working its way up and down and around the tip and once or twice I peeked down at her and saw her intently working, getting me closer and closer to the explosion. Such a dedicated worker she was, such a tender and skilled mouth artist, her lips brushing, moving against me.

I don’t know how many miles had passed or even how many minutes had passed, but as I climbed a hill in the rental car and saw the sun set on the horizon in the distance, her mouth took me over the top and I released into her mouth. She cleaned up quick and had me put away before I knew it.

I looked over at her and she smiled at me, her tongue licking her lips seductively. “So you want to stop at that B&B I was telling you about?”

I couldn’t speak. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. I just nodded my head and punched down on the accelerator, not being able to wait to get to the farmhouse to take her in the big bed in the west wing of the house. I could hear her soft moans already. I could feel her breasts, her ass, her lips all over mine.

She laughed and looked out the window. I reached over and took her hand in mine. As the sun set on the foreign land and our adventure just started, we both knew that it was a night in Ireland we’d never forget.

Homework Help for Heather

I’d been teaching advanced writing for Penn State for several years, but I’d never seen anyone like Heather before. It wasn’t her looks, it was the way she had looks without seemingly being concerned about looks. I’d told myself as a grad student that I’d never sleep with a student, but Heather was different. She was more than a student to me.

One afternoon I received an email from her inviting me to her off-campus apartment for some help with homework she was having trouble with. I had a hard time imagining her having difficulty with any type of school work, but I replied that I could come over later that evening. She thanked me and said she looked forward to it.

As I walked toward her apartment, I realized that she hadn’t even told me what kind of homework she needed help with. Perhaps I would luck out and it would be something I could help her with, making me seem a hero to her 21 year old damsel in distress.

She answered the door wearing a short low cut dress that let me see the shape of her breasts. Concentrate on her eyes, concentrate on her eyes, I thought as I smiled and she motioned for me to come in.

“I’m glad you made it,” she said. “I really didn’t want to ask, but I have to pass this class.”

“It’s not a problem,” I said, “I’m here to help. What do you seem to be having problems …”

Before I could finish the thought, she’d stopped in middle of the living room and slipped off the sun dress. She stood before me naked, peering into my eyes, trying to figure out what I was thinking. The problem was that I didn’t know what I was thinking at that exact moment either – other than that I needed to feel her against me.

I walked across the room and took her in my arms, her firm skin felt good as I moved my hands over my body.

“I have this biology exam, you see,” she said weakly and I smiled. Her humor attracted me to her. Almost as much as her pert breasts. Well, ok, the breasts attracted me a little more. At least at the current moment.

I started kissing her body as her hands began to undress me. Soon we were on the couch moving together. She whispered to me in French. I didn’t know what she was saying, but I knew what her body was saying as I moved in and out of her on the couch. Soon we both climaxed, our bodies pressing together furiously.

We played a few games of Scrabble then went at it one more time in her bedroom. I felt bad about giving her a B in my class at the end of the semester, but I wasn’t grading her on our time spent alone.  She understood. She was wonderful that way. We ended up spending a few more nights together before we drifted apart after she graduated, but nothing compared to that first night I helped her with her homework … all night long.

Her Favorite Things

her favorite things, her favorite
toys, her favorite positions, her
favorite looks, her favorite acts,
her favorite flavors, her favorite
ways to savor the moment, to
make it last seemingly forever.

her favorite things she liked to share
with him when he came
over to her house they
lost track of time as
they explored her
favorite things,
the things he did
to her, the way he felt
on top of her, the way he
felt underneath her as she
rode him – one of her
favorite things, one of
her favorite places, her
favorite spot to watch his
face as he got closer and closer,
her hands resting on his chest as
she leans over and he sees her
favorite things dangling and
he reaches up and cups them
with his hands and her favorite
things feel comfortable in his hands
but she dismounts and moves to the
edge of the bed on her knees, her ass
looking at him temptingly, her favorite
things being him inside of her in various
positions, in various places.

her favorite things were his favorite things and
together they shared the riches between themselves
and discovered how to contrast and compare their
favorite things when it came to the bedroom and
coming and not going but staying and showing,
cuddling and eventually maybe even shoring,
showering with him was one of her favorite
things of all time the way his hands washed
her body and they moved under the water
as if it was raining and they were in the
jungle doing one of her favorite things -
kissing like it was the last kiss and you
knew it was the last kiss so you should
make the best of it and not try to flip
out, just enjoy her favorite things, his
lips, his hips, his thrust, his nature, his
ability to nurture then fuck then nurture
again at a moment’s notice was one of her
all time favorite things or maybe it was just
him altogether that was one of her favorite
things to come undone and remember how
to love, remember how to repeatedly come.

her favorite thing was to sing to him then go
to him backstage and let him know how much
she loved him out of all the other humans on the
planet and the way he reacted to her touch was one
of her fun favorite things and the way he picked her
up and carried her across the room effortlessly, that
was definitely one of her favorite things. and that thing
he did with his tongue and his fingers at the same time,
that one thing that drove her wild – that was one of her
favorite things.

i too remember her kiss

i too remember her kiss, the bliss of her lips, the pressure of the pleasure
she spread with her hips, with small short and forceful licks, flicks of the
tongue traveling all around, straying here and there for a moment, getting
lost, getting so lost, i too remember her kiss, the way her lips spread for
just a little bit, the tip of her tongue coming out and running along those
lips, the twist, the way her shape fit her voice, the way her voice fit her
tits, the way she moved, the way she owned the room, i too remember
her kiss, and i miss this

i too remember her chest, the way those two mounds of flesh merged and met
creating cleavage worthy of the Smithsonian or some other institute or museum
and those boobs, those mammaries, those delicious globes of skin and her nipple,
the way in which it became erect, her chest, the best of the rest and the way i laid
my head below that chest and nibbled and moved and she moaned and they moved
with her when i entered her from behind, falling down and moving back and forth
rhythmically, i remember her chest.

i too remember her touch, her fingers so slender and tender and the way they wandered
from here to there on your body like they had a passport to go to all the places, to visit
all the parts of you, all the pieces of you, and i remember her touch as it moved from my
hair to my cheek to my mouth and then further down south, her touch bringing me to the
brink and back again and she just smiled and laughed and continued on, not caring about
the time i remember her touch so much.

i too remember her fuck, so rough, not like her making love, her tugs at my body, moving
me here, moving me there, moving my mouth everywhere and then she pleaded for me to
do this to that or that to this and i too remember her putting my hand there, somewhere,
moving to the rhythm, moving to the mood in the air – desperate need, animal like lust.

i too remember her afterglow, the way she showed her soul after she came, those few moments
right after the most amazing as she had this literal glow about her face if you’d done a good job
and the way she smoked her cigarette after and looked at you with those eyes, those dangerous
after sex eyes that you couldn’t escape from as they followed your every movement, evaluating
your performance, your perception of her performance.

her hand and my hand

i awoke in the middle of the night to feel her hand
on my chest, gently caressing in circles, moving
closer and closer to my nipples, then moving
away and the covers soon were pulled back
with her other hand and it seemed like she
had five or six or even seven hands and
they were all moving over my body
and i couldn’t take it anymore,
but she wouldn’t get to the
crescendo, wouldn’t
get to the climax, she
told me to relax and her
hands did the walking, her
fingers did the talking as she
kissed me and continued her
exploration of my body with
her hands and i couldn’t stand
it anymore and she saw me start
to squirm and her hand grabbed
the root, the stiff thickness i
offered and her fingers moved
up and down and around the
tip and then back to the
beginning again and
before i knew it she
kissed me on the lips
her tongue finding mine
as her hand continued to
grind and move and pretty
soon i was past the point of
no return and she slowed
down and became deliberate
with her movements so i shot
so high into the air it seemed
like it wouldn’t stop.

as she settled down next to me,
purring almost i brushed the tips
of her nips with my hands and her
breath escaped her lips as the contact
caused her to arch up against my hand,
so manly and large and moving over
her body, cupping her breasts, moving
them, kneading them, needing them,
my hands through her hair as i kiss
her forehead, her nose, her mouth,
then slowly and deliberately move
down there so my hands can explore
her body like her hands had explored mine
and the feeling of her skin underneath my
fingertips, so smooth and soft and delicate
as it fluttered and moved at my touch, my
commanding touch moved from light to
slightly rougher and found her warm patch
down there and entered with no resistance as
her hips pushed up against my hand, my fingers
buried and moving – snaking around – as i kissed
her belly and used my other hand to tease her breasts
some more and soon she was moaning and moving
beneath the direction of my hands like a conductor
i used my hands to get the band to reach the peak,
then a quick repeat to bring her there again before
she knew what was happening, the pleasure of two
in a row falling over her.

her hands and my hands.
my hand in her hand.

six erotic moments

timidly she approached me
tenderly she enveloped me
with kisses she showed me
my splendor and the wonder
of pleasure, the multiple
wonders of pleasure
with just a little
pressure, just
a little loss of
composure and
over exposure of
her body – naked,
under exposed, but
exposed none the
less and none the
more, a bore, she still
loved to caress me, loved
to shower me, loved to fondle
me, loved to show me.

—

her eyes peered at me
from the darkness, two
orbs of light showing her
soul and the sexual nature
of her being. such a human
being being human, such a
flower i see before me,
opening, welcoming.
well, i’m coming, she
said and i looked up at
smiled soaking in the
glow of her, those eyes
of hers, those moans of
hers, those shudders, those
flutters of her stomach.

—

we were watching
a bit of telly and her
favorite show was on
but she stopped and
turned to me and
began kissing me -
on the cheek then
lightly on the lips
then entering my
mouth and exploring
like Columbus but with
a sense of direction and her
show continued but she was more
interested in me and it seemed as if she
would never stop, would never quit.

—

the music from the party in the other room
rocked the bed the bass booming and she was
moving around in the darkness toward me, naked
and aware and knowing and she started moaning as
she melted into me – on top of me – and the music in
the next room rocked on as our bodies moved as one,
dancing but not moving around the room at all,
content with the moment we meshed and came
together for the third time in a row. it was a sign
and in the morning amidst the aftermath of the
party she sang to me while i made us breakfast.
it was the most beautiful song i’ve ever heard.

—

her hand moves
down there and
senses stirring,
not much needed
from her to get me
initiating the launch
sequence so to speak
and her thin, nimble
fingers moved, danced
across my lap, undoing
a snap, unzipping a zip
and her tongue rolls
across her bottom lip
as she looks away from
me and releases me from
my jeans and her hand moves
down down there and she
continues acting unaware
until i’m almost there and
she looks right at me at
just the right moment
and that moment is
forever burned into
my memory.

—

her name was jessica
and her hair was long
and blond and straight
and sometimes she
switched the style
she kept her hair
in and sometimes
she changed the
color but most
of the time, as
in all of the
time, i was
into her
look
what-
ever that
look might be,
not judging a book
by its cover i knew she
was hot under the covers,
her legs spread, her hair a
mess, her breath coming
short and in pants and
she looks up at me
and i can’t think
anymore and
the room
moves and
sways and
day after day
we replay the
scene in our
minds and
she always
has the look
no matter what
way she’s gone
with her hair that
particular day and
no matter what was
said or done in the
past no one can take
the moments we had
together, the moments
we spent together
coming together.

-Henry Cumski

after work

after work i would rush home and she would be waiting for me
some days as a nurse, some days as a housewife, some days as
a teacher, some days as herself and i liked those days the most,
but those other after work afternoons before we both had to get
back to the real world, we had some really unique times getting
to know each other, getting to show each other – our parts, our
pasts, the way each of us pants when the moment nears and the
way we hold dear the other one clinging to us as bodies move
and matter stops responding and the heat of the moment, the
passion of the moment overwhelms us after work as we try
to erase the day we’ve each had and the after glow of the
after work sex sessions would last well into the next day
and neither of us ever wanted it to end but
we feared it might dull, it might lessen, that
connection we had when our bodies were
caressing, but whether or not we paid close
attention, we couldn’t mess up the equation.

after work we both went away to another place
not always the bedroom or bathroom or in the
backyard but sometimes under the stars, under
the stairs, upstairs in the attic, on the roof,
howling at the moon as our bodies moved
together as one our stress coming undone
like her bra clasp and my pants and the
dance we dance as we pretend the moment
into something more than it originally was, we
work the after work moments into something that
can make us feel more erotic underneath our calm
cool business exteriors as we work the next day.

after work she would invite me over and we would
bitch and complain about all the other workers and
then the wine would go to our heads and we would
find ourselves dangerously close and our lips would
finally touch and all the stress of the workplace for
that one moment would fall away and our day would
be no more – only the night, only after work and the
way she worked her body against my body and the
sounds she made and the way her hair moved through
the air and breath escaped her in pants and moans and
work was no more as she finally saw me and moved
with me and took the stress away from me.

after work we both went our separate ways and i
wonder if the day would ever be real like that, if
she would ever think to do something like that
with me.

after work we both went our separate ways and i
wonder if the day would ever be real like that, is
he would ever get the courage to approach me and
ask me.