Erotica

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The post is about sharing a hot piece of writing from friends Nic and Lace, which is an erotic passage about belts and desire. Let me write an excerpt in the blog’s voice.

My new friends Nic and Lace wrote something that made my cock hard, and I thought you should see it.

There’s really very little in life that doesn’t involve my actually touching a woman that turns me on more than my words arousing.

Pack a bag, but we’re not going anywhere. I just want to watch you model every last thing in it — and render every pair of panties unwearable.

Words, cock, hands, tongue, imagination, demands — these are what I trade in. Give me your compliance, your arousal, your sounds, your images, and I promise: I will only ask for more.

Here’s what I want. It’s simple, really.

I can see the outline of your bra through your t-shirt. I want you to stand close enough that I can smell you.

Prenegotiated sex, a magic wand, and a very good morning.

Salad night with Mara, a chair across the room, and a story she told me with her hands on her knees.

An apology that isn’t really an apology.

You asked what your pictures do to me. Here’s what they do to me.