A quick little dirty read for your Saturday:
She grabbed my open collar with both hands and swung me to the wall. I felt the thump reverberate through my body even as I felt the edges of her teeth against the peak of my breast. She bit hard enough to hurt, but not enough to break skin. Continue reading Click
What would happen?
…If I crowded you as we spoke?
If I pressed you to the wall and held your hair
And kissed you
If my hand found yours and held it firmly up by your ear
If you found my back with your other arm and pulled me closer
Closer until you felt the doorframe dig into your shoulder
If you ran your fingers down my sides, press in your palms and push me down
If I look up eyes wide,
Teeth clenched,
Wanting
Helpless
Would you take me into your hands?
And give your lips to my forehead, temple, cheek…and mouth?
Consuming my senses?
If I took hold of your shirt, would you resist?
Giving your lips but nothing else?
And if I beg you
Please,
To feel you closer
To feel your body imprinting itself on mine
And your hand creeping into my jeans,
If you heard my moan
I want to know,
I need to know,
What would happen … next?
I promised a bit of fiction on this blog and here it is… it’s NSFW explicit, specific, erotic and features two women. For more specifics read the tags. If this is you’re thing then please, find a quiet place and clicky through 😉
I have been working in my home studio, diligently learning Garage Band like a good Fox. =^_^=
If You Ask
If you ask, “Do you want to?”
And add, “Right now, let’s go.”
I may say, “No.
Can we share a table first?”
‘Cos even a good fuck,
Is better when I know you enough to care,
If only for those few hours we’re there,
Skin to skin
Until the sun,
Has risen,
Or set
Distraction
You disrupt me
Corrupt me
Come closer to me and say my name
Tip the balance of my desire
So I can’t hide it anymore
Let me lean against you
And feel muscles tired and sore
Your hands taking still more
Pain and pleasure mingling
Into bliss
And your kiss,
Shattering my soul
Be my distraction
Gaining traction
In my mind and dreams
Until it seems
Reality is just the figment
And the imaginary becomes real
In you
Bind me to your bed,
Bind me in my mind
Blind me to your ways and
Show me what it is to be
Kind
Thrill me
As you do what you will with me,
Take me with only your voice
You give me no choice
As you slip inside
And wax
Rhapsodic
Your eyes glittering in the candlelight
As the flame trickles down my body
And leaves patterns on my flesh
That I will secret away for days
Your ways
Will never become routine
But for now
In this scene
Make me scream your Name
Some of you boys think you have it so rough,
Doncha?
Being attracted to women you just don’t understand
Her make up,
What makes her tick
When you tock
You say to me “you’re a lesbian
– tell me
– explain to me
Share your lesbionic wisdom and prowess
Then you say, “I’m a lesbian in a man’s body, I’ll understand.”
.
.
.
No,
There is no such thing as a lesbian in a man’s body,
And I’ll tell you why.
No matter how many manly tears you shed,
No matter how many sunsets,
Back rubs that don’t lead to sex
Flowers,
Or walks holding hands,
You will never know
When you wrap your hot lips around the peak of her breast,
Nibble and suck
Listening to her moan
You will never know
When you go down on her,
Take her inside your mouth
Lapping
Parting her folds,
Caressing her flesh
Tasting her essence,
You – will – never – know
what it’s like to have that same unfathomable,
unpredictable,
ungovernable feeling you elicit in her,
inside of you.
© Fox Smoulder
I am a woman,
My muscles are defined, but they don’t define me
My hair is short,
And I just smile at the conflict your eyes
when your “Can I help you sir…or ma’am…or sir…” trails off.
Because I am a woman,
When you say “You’d look so pretty if you tried.”
You tell me you aren’t looking at all.
And when you say women wear dresses,
And you say women paint their nails
And women have ponytails,
You tell me you don’t perceive women for what we are, but what we do.
Because I do none of these things and
I am a woman,
I am unmitigated,
Undiluted,
Unadulterated
Freely me
Because I am a woman,
My skin is soft,
My lips are warm,
And when I make love to her, the cry of a woman passes my lips
I am the sound, taste, feel and smell of a woman,
However you see me, whatever you think you see does not change the immutable,
I am a woman
And now that you’re told
don’t you fucking forget it.
I don’t kiss
Chaste
I’ve been chased for a kiss and kissed in a peck
But my kisses
Are never-
Chaste
Because it’s not really a kiss,
If you can’t taste,
The person you’re holding to you
as your lips form and give,
parting as tongues plunder,
stealing the air from the other and
just hold tight and moan in short breaths,
Sharing light caresses
Until lips meet again for another.
Never waste
The chance to let go and explore another’s soul
Because a kiss can be nothing at all,
Or the whole truth of who a person is,
But how would you ever know?
If you kiss
Chaste?
The fastest way into a woman’s pants is to get into the space between her ears,
The fastest way into a man’s pants is to get into the space between him and his pants.
The fastest way into a Drag King’s pants? See above…
“What’s that lump boy?” You ask, “There in your pants? Is it happy to see me? Is it not
biological
perchance?
Is it a cotton tube sock,
bandannas or even
‘real-skin’ perhaps?”
– The shape of the flesh thrills me less than the strut across the stage, the smile in the aisle, the lip-synched rage.
I’ll be who you desire,
engender
any gender
you require.
I see you are strong – nice hands – quite a grip,
Can we tip
the velvet?
Or trip
Over the gender lines that define what we should want and what we do,
Fall into lips, crushing hard enough to bruise
What’s under there?
Silk?
Or cotton men’s underwear?
Can we shed our trappings?
Can we shuck ourselves of the husks of coded wrappings?
Can we be two people held against the other’s flesh by strong hands?
Filled
With desire
Instead of confined in the gendered mire.
Fucking, instead of fucked up
Over who’s on first and what’s on second
Thrust inside of you as you thrust inside of me.
Begging the other for release,
Trembling, taking in your moans and whimpers
I echo them amplified, increased…
With my lips between your hips
Human bonds tether us together,
Laws
Human and physics don’t apply
To each and every buck,
grind
and sigh
When you’re riding my thigh
– I just want you as you are
who you are
Ask it of me
and I will comply.
Fox Smoulder 