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Pubes and Cream
Just the way you like me...
"Ascending sexual compulsion" ...
What does that even mean, baby? Jesus, what is it with you novelists?
Are you walking around with a hard-on twenty-four seven? Are you grinding in the sheets? Are you spurting in your jeans when you write this analytical hyperbole?
You do realize, lover, that when I'm sitting in the audience at your book signing during Q&A, I will be wearing a short skirt with a translucent G-String -- white lace for the purpose of contrast, because I won't shave my pussy for months in advance. I'll try not to be obvious to others when I open my legs for you during your exhaustive presentation. But what should I care if they notice me flashing you?
Your glances will become extended and frequent, particularly when I start flossing my furry, pink lips with that tiny, sheer triangle of fabric that hardly comes close to covering the curls of my muff.
But you know the purpose of my panties was never to hide my assets from you. It was only to accentuate what you cannot resist. You can smell it like oven baked cookies. You can taste it in your mind. You can feel it wrapped around that pulsating shaft you keep tucked in your trousers.
My husband will be appalled that I've let myself go, that the hair on my cunt has grown wiry and thick like some amazon dominatrix from the jungle... like some 70's porn star with her cherry lip gloss and her bright blue eyeshadow smile. My pussy will be for you, lover... not him. It will be your hot, sticky semen that clings to the glistening ringlets on my mound... your cock that combs through my cum-caked cascade of black bristle.
You like the look and feel of it, don't you? You love burying your bayonet into the pelt of my beaver, ramming and slamming until the gooey excretions mat down my fluffy shag carpet. You like the tickle of my pubes on your face as you probe me with your tongue and savor my American pie.
What will it be like when I cream in your mouth? Reminiscent of your teenage romps with girls still growing their pubescent tits? My little tangelos should make you remember. My tiny nipples might cause you to wonder how I ever sprouted such a flourishing bush. You recall how I told you I was such a late bloomer.
I've never been with a man who wanted me this way, natural and unscathed by a razor. Make me your island girl... your blue lagoon bitch in the sand, stranded on a beach without a prayer for rescue.
I relish your load like a handful of no rinse conditioner, massaging in the oils and the scent. It's the sheen of being seeded by a strong, virile man that brings the sparkle and glow to my nest down below... a man who just might make me pregnant.
Yeah, give it to me good. Shoot it deep.
You... the risk taker and the mess maker. Fill me up and send me back to my patiently submissive hubby like a sopping wet rug that you'd otherwise hang over the balcony railing. Drip and dry. Say goodbye. Dump your load on the fly.
It must please you to learn how my husband licks my fur like a cat. I insist he clean me thoroughly, that he slurps every slimy thread you've coated in sperm. Now, he understands my retro fascination and the essence of my well-seasoned lover.
And I understand the pleasure of how you fuck me hard and wipe your oozing, spent cock on my doormat.
Before the week is out, you might shave me smooth and collect my pubic curls as a remembrance. You might tuck them away, a souvenir in your bedside drawer to study and stir with your fingers at midnight when your wife is asleep beside you. I might give you my G-String as well, stained with our sultry love making and stiff with the dried secretions that you recall from those sloppy and punishing thrusts when you slipped the narrow band of soft cotton from my crack and slid it across the cheek of my ass.
I'll send pictures of my bump as it grows, my tits as they plump with milk, my ripening magenta nipples. I will birth your baby through a forest of lush, tangled swirls left to grow since the day I left you -- nine months thick and begging to be fisted by the clinch of your fingers.
Tonight, you will jerk off in the sheets because I tell you to... and it pleases me to think of your cum and your cock on display for your fans at your book signing... that stain on your trousers when I'm finished with you in the back between sessions... because you're a risk taker, a love maker, a cunt breaker. I want you to be my titty shaker.
I'm wildly apathetic about your embarrassment over that tent in the front of your pants. You should have thought to bring a wider podium. Yes, you have to keep talking. Sign some paperbacks for your readers. Take a sip of your coffee. No, your dick is not going down at all. Everyone can see you plainly... and you just keep looking between my legs. You can't keep your eyes off my hairy, wet gash.
I'll take care of you when I'm good and ready... maybe in front of everyone here. Did you notice my swollen clit? Take a good fucking look. I'm spreading myself for you, baby. Fingering myself. Stop staring. Someone is asking you a question.
I think they want to know why you're so rigid and sweaty.
I just quietly mouthed for you to unzip your pants. Did you see me?
I'm holding up a napkin that says, "SIGN MY ASS WITH YOUR CUM". I wrote that with red lipstick. Am I screwing up your concentration? Think about the flavor of my asshole when I make you lick it in the lady's room. I want to show the crowd your shit eating grin. If you ask nicely, I'll piss down your throat.
Yeah, I'm wearing my spiked leather boots, feeling pretty ruthless. It's my book signing apparel. Scribble your name up my crack while I sit on your face. I'll give you a mouth full of punctuation.
When are you going to shut up and sign books? You just babble on and on.
Fuck it. I'm tired of looking at the penis imprint on your crotch. I know you're aching. You're stuttering. Everyone can tell that you're just not into this. I don't give a shit that there's a room full of people and publishers. The zipper is coming down. The dick is coming out.
On second thought, I'm just jerking your trousers to your ankles... underwear too. No fighting. Put your hands down. Yes, I know what I'm doing. You don't think these people have ever seen a hand job before?
Jesus, you're hard as shit. Damn, I love cranking on this thing. Better spit on it before I rub you too raw.
You're going to shoot halfway across the room.... when I allow it.
Fuck yeah, let it go... right in my face.
Feel better, baby?
"Ascending sexual compulsion" ...
What does that even mean, baby? Jesus, what is it with you novelists?
Are you walking around with a hard-on twenty-four seven? Are you grinding in the sheets? Are you spurting in your jeans when you write this analytical hyperbole?
You do realize, lover, that when I'm sitting in the audience at your book signing during Q&A, I will be wearing a short skirt with a translucent G-String -- white lace for the purpose of contrast, because I won't shave my pussy for months in advance. I'll try not to be obvious to others when I open my legs for you during your exhaustive presentation. But what should I care if they notice me flashing you?
Your glances will become extended and frequent, particularly when I start flossing my furry, pink lips with that tiny, sheer triangle of fabric that hardly comes close to covering the curls of my muff.
But you know the purpose of my panties was never to hide my assets from you. It was only to accentuate what you cannot resist. You can smell it like oven baked cookies. You can taste it in your mind. You can feel it wrapped around that pulsating shaft you keep tucked in your trousers.
My husband will be appalled that I've let myself go, that the hair on my cunt has grown wiry and thick like some amazon dominatrix from the jungle... like some 70's porn star with her cherry lip gloss and her bright blue eyeshadow smile. My pussy will be for you, lover... not him. It will be your hot, sticky semen that clings to the glistening ringlets on my mound... your cock that combs through my cum-caked cascade of black bristle.
You like the look and feel of it, don't you? You love burying your bayonet into the pelt of my beaver, ramming and slamming until the gooey excretions mat down my fluffy shag carpet. You like the tickle of my pubes on your face as you probe me with your tongue and savor my American pie.
What will it be like when I cream in your mouth? Reminiscent of your teenage romps with girls still growing their pubescent tits? My little tangelos should make you remember. My tiny nipples might cause you to wonder how I ever sprouted such a flourishing bush. You recall how I told you I was such a late bloomer.
I've never been with a man who wanted me this way, natural and unscathed by a razor. Make me your island girl... your blue lagoon bitch in the sand, stranded on a beach without a prayer for rescue.
I relish your load like a handful of no rinse conditioner, massaging in the oils and the scent. It's the sheen of being seeded by a strong, virile man that brings the sparkle and glow to my nest down below... a man who just might make me pregnant.
Yeah, give it to me good. Shoot it deep.
You... the risk taker and the mess maker. Fill me up and send me back to my patiently submissive hubby like a sopping wet rug that you'd otherwise hang over the balcony railing. Drip and dry. Say goodbye. Dump your load on the fly.
It must please you to learn how my husband licks my fur like a cat. I insist he clean me thoroughly, that he slurps every slimy thread you've coated in sperm. Now, he understands my retro fascination and the essence of my well-seasoned lover.
And I understand the pleasure of how you fuck me hard and wipe your oozing, spent cock on my doormat.
Before the week is out, you might shave me smooth and collect my pubic curls as a remembrance. You might tuck them away, a souvenir in your bedside drawer to study and stir with your fingers at midnight when your wife is asleep beside you. I might give you my G-String as well, stained with our sultry love making and stiff with the dried secretions that you recall from those sloppy and punishing thrusts when you slipped the narrow band of soft cotton from my crack and slid it across the cheek of my ass.
I'll send pictures of my bump as it grows, my tits as they plump with milk, my ripening magenta nipples. I will birth your baby through a forest of lush, tangled swirls left to grow since the day I left you -- nine months thick and begging to be fisted by the clinch of your fingers.
Tonight, you will jerk off in the sheets because I tell you to... and it pleases me to think of your cum and your cock on display for your fans at your book signing... that stain on your trousers when I'm finished with you in the back between sessions... because you're a risk taker, a love maker, a cunt breaker. I want you to be my titty shaker.
I'm wildly apathetic about your embarrassment over that tent in the front of your pants. You should have thought to bring a wider podium. Yes, you have to keep talking. Sign some paperbacks for your readers. Take a sip of your coffee. No, your dick is not going down at all. Everyone can see you plainly... and you just keep looking between my legs. You can't keep your eyes off my hairy, wet gash.
I'll take care of you when I'm good and ready... maybe in front of everyone here. Did you notice my swollen clit? Take a good fucking look. I'm spreading myself for you, baby. Fingering myself. Stop staring. Someone is asking you a question.
I think they want to know why you're so rigid and sweaty.
I just quietly mouthed for you to unzip your pants. Did you see me?
I'm holding up a napkin that says, "SIGN MY ASS WITH YOUR CUM". I wrote that with red lipstick. Am I screwing up your concentration? Think about the flavor of my asshole when I make you lick it in the lady's room. I want to show the crowd your shit eating grin. If you ask nicely, I'll piss down your throat.
Yeah, I'm wearing my spiked leather boots, feeling pretty ruthless. It's my book signing apparel. Scribble your name up my crack while I sit on your face. I'll give you a mouth full of punctuation.
When are you going to shut up and sign books? You just babble on and on.
Fuck it. I'm tired of looking at the penis imprint on your crotch. I know you're aching. You're stuttering. Everyone can tell that you're just not into this. I don't give a shit that there's a room full of people and publishers. The zipper is coming down. The dick is coming out.
On second thought, I'm just jerking your trousers to your ankles... underwear too. No fighting. Put your hands down. Yes, I know what I'm doing. You don't think these people have ever seen a hand job before?
Jesus, you're hard as shit. Damn, I love cranking on this thing. Better spit on it before I rub you too raw.
You're going to shoot halfway across the room.... when I allow it.
Fuck yeah, let it go... right in my face.
Feel better, baby?
Published 21st Jun 2024
Author's Note
POV note to a soon to be famous author
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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Anonymous
- Edited 23rd Jun 2024 4:30pm
21st Jun 2024 7:39pm
A 9 on the orgasm scale
23rd Jun 2024 6:15am
21st Jun 2024 8:07pm
Need water. Did I mention its hot over here? You are trying to fry my ass with all the extra heat. Love the visuals. I can see him losing concentration. Once the eye's are focused on an object it tends to stay there. Enjoyed It.
23rd Jun 2024 5:17pm
Glad you liked it. I see I'm back to creating controversy apparently.
It makes my day to make yours wetter, you know that!
It makes my day to make yours wetter, you know that!
Anonymous
- Edited 18th Sep 2024 8:45am
21st Jun 2024 8:10pm
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23rd Jun 2024 5:19pm
Oh, don't be jealous. While I did actually write this for someone who is amazingly talented and probably will be vastly published one day, we never acted it out... not yet.
Your responses and comments make me so HOT, Midnight.
Your responses and comments make me so HOT, Midnight.
Anonymous
- Edited 18th Sep 2024 8:45am
23rd Jun 2024 5:34pm
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21st Jun 2024 8:20pm
23rd Jun 2024 5:21pm
That is hilarious! And yes, I'm familiar with that movie. Even though it's older, it's one of my favorites. So iconic.
Thanks for reading, Solomon!
Thanks for reading, Solomon!
23rd Jun 2024 8:21pm
Unlike the picture (apparently added after my comment) Sharon Stone's character was commando when she did the leg crossing scenes.
24th Jun 2024 00:39am
Yeah, I've seen it - not quite as furry either.
This pic is the second one for this piece. The Mods apparently removed the first one, and several have voiced their disappointment.
As for Sharon Stone, I read an article once that she saw that scene after it was completed, and walked from her trailer over to the director's where she slapped him in the face. I also heard she signed a contract to show anything they wanted when she got the part. She was amazing...
This pic is the second one for this piece. The Mods apparently removed the first one, and several have voiced their disappointment.
As for Sharon Stone, I read an article once that she saw that scene after it was completed, and walked from her trailer over to the director's where she slapped him in the face. I also heard she signed a contract to show anything they wanted when she got the part. She was amazing...
21st Jun 2024 10:16pm
Thank god I’m not going to be a famous author or I might survive this … fucking hell I can’t feel a thing
23rd Jun 2024 5:24pm
You're already a famous astronomer. How much fame do you really want?
Well, come over here then. I can make you go viral with 30 minutes of footage...
(Tongue on your neck)
Well, come over here then. I can make you go viral with 30 minutes of footage...
(Tongue on your neck)
22nd Jun 2024 00:40am
23rd Jun 2024 5:25pm
25th Jun 2024 5:07pm
That was such a mental fuck… “oven baked cookies” pulled me in, that “napkin” and red note, oh so many lines to play scrabble in.
26th Jun 2024 1:15am
26th Jun 2024 1:22am
26th Jun 2024 1:39am
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7th Aug 2024 3:49am
I'm so glad you think so, Toro!
Thanks so much for reading and telling me your thoughts!
Thanks so much for reading and telling me your thoughts!
