This weeks Wicked Wednesday prompt is: “Can you make bad sex erotic? Can you write about someone having bad sex (the reader being able to tell the sex is bad) yet make it sound alluring?” I am not sure if I have achieved this or not, you shall have to be the judge of that but I do want to point out that this piece is a work of FICTION although loosely based on my masturbating habits during my previous marriage.
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I spread my legs a little wider as you slide your cock into me. Just that bit wider so that I can feel the twinge in my hips, the pull on the muscles and the twist of the tendons acting as a physical reminder of my sluttery. The darkness is deep and consuming but in the shadows I can still see them, faces, eyes, outlines of bodies picked out by the moonlight that creeps in around the curtains. They gather around the bed, stepping just a little bit closer as I spread myself to welcome you into my body.
Your grunts and groans as you pump away inside me are briefly distracting but as my voyeurs inch closer to the edge of the bed my focus jumps back to them watching me as I lay here and let you use me. I can see in their eyes the desire, the need, they want it to be them who is pushing their hard cocks into my flesh. I see their eyes flicker down to between our bodies in an attempt to see my sex.
Finger tips brush against my face, a light delicate touch that drifts across my cheek and over my parted lips, lingering for a moment in the heat of my breath inviting my tongue to taste, making my mouth water as I let my imagination turn fingers into cocks.
My body tingles at the thought of those hands drifting downwards, across my body, pawing at my tits, twisting my nipples, grasping the flesh of my thighs as they hold me wide open. In my hair, fingers bury themselves, finding purchase there and pinning my head down on the bed. Hands assault me, crude impolite touches exploring me, making me gasp. You take it as a good sign and continue on stabbing away at me.
Over your shoulder I can still see them, circling, waiting, sure in the knowledge their turn will come with this little slut, this wanton whore who spreads her legs and lets men push their hard cocks inside her.
You come with your usual grunt of satisfaction, for a brief moment we lay silently bound together before you slide from my body with a barely audible little plop and collapse on the bed next to me. The hands drop away as the watchers retreat and vanish into the shadows. You kiss me on the cheek and mutter something that sounds like a thank you before rolling over away from me and tugging the duvet up over your shoulders. In moments I can hear your breathing change as sleep gathers you up in its arms for the night.
Beneath the covers I reach down between my still parted thighs and find that aching little nub of flesh that you continually fail to pay any attention to and let my fingers glide softly across it. You mumble in your sleep and I freeze, quiet and still I listen and wait, for you to settle so the silent watchers, their roaming, demanding hands and the thoughts of all the dirty things they want to do to me can finally return and finish things off properly.
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“I am not sure if I have achieved this or not”
Are you kidding me? You have totally nailed it. Deeply sexy story, and his indifference to your pleasure gives it a really interesting, dark tone. So much love for this.
I wrote the ‘not sure’ bit because I know it worked in my head and when I read it back to myself but the question is does it work for someone reading it who is not in my head with me…. It would seem that the answer is maybe, yes!
Mollyxxx
So the honest answer to this one is while i found myself wondering if and how often i may have left someone in this state. Not necessarily in the same indifferent manner (though it probably has happened) but less than full satisfied as I drift off to sleep unaware.
To be honest I think it is one the hardest things to say to someone… “erm, excuse me, but that just didn’t do it for me”…. I know in the past I have stayed silent when I probably should have said something but often in the moment it seemed the much easier option to just let it go and find my satisfaction other ways. Clearly the key is communication. If someone feels about to share their fantasy with their partner it is much easier to enjoy it together, without open communication there is a risk that it just becomes two people aimlessly rubbing body parts together, whilst drifting off into their own mind to find the ‘heat’ that turns them on.
Mollyxxx
This echos with me and the emptiness that it can make one feel!
~Mia~ xx
You hit it girlfriend very hot
Wow. Yes, you nailed it for sure.
I think lots of people will be able to connect with this on some level.
You’re right too in your comment about communication – even though it would feel terrible to raise it ultimately you know any future experiences, with or without you, will be improved.
xxx
I believe you achieved it perfectly. I love the fantasy she has, reminds me of a fantasy I would have frequently.
I used to be silent about not achieving pleasure on my end, and now I am not. The result is obvious-now I have orgasms more frequently, and if not with penis in vagina intercourse, then with fingers or mouth afterwards.
Nicely done!
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Oh yes, you nailed it, Molly – I didn’t have to “be in your head” to be there with you. 🙂
Nicely done.
No doubt at all that you have definitely achieved what you wanted. This is incredibly hot and reminded me of many a night with my previous husband…
Rebel xox
This is my kind of bad sex. I love the idea of being watched by a group of guys each waiting to take their turn, while hubby captures his slutty wife in action on the camera.
Love it.
Katie xx
You have captured the essence of the challenge perfectly! I didn’t need to be in your head to understand what was going on and to realize that it was a fantastically hot read.
Stella
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You had me at ‘I spread my legs a little wider as you slide your cock into me. Just that bit wider so that I can feel the twinge in my hips, the pull on the muscles and the twist of the tendons acting as a physical reminder of my sluttery.’
This has a fairytale like quality for me – I know they’re indoors, but those I could totally picture those hands reaching out to grope her deep in the woods…
I agree with everyone else: you nailed it! You created an absence then filled it with the finale. I love this kind of writing!
you made bad sex so sexy, so much delicious imagery…and the accompanying photograph is so gorgeous and appropriate.
Hot…definitely hot. Consider it mission accomplished. 😉
Exhibitionist fantasies get me going more than anything. The idea of strangers watching and wanting you, possibly touching. Mmmmm….I may need a few minutes to collect myself. /giggles