Written by m ennenbach

constriction

her hands, so small and delicate, the immaculately sculpted nails painted a mirror black

those hands wrapped around my throat, the nails digging into my flesh, half moons of blood running down my chest

she rides me like a bucking bronco, far outlasting the eight seconds, her eyes closed, face upturned to the ceiling

small convulsions, shivers and primal screams, as she cums in an endless loop, unaware of how tight she squeezes

if this is how i die there could be no better image burnt into my retinas

red tinges the outline of my vision as she rocks back and forth, harded and harder, if i survive there will be some bruising

with shaky hands i stretch out and cup her beautiful swaying breasts, i could try and snap her out of her orgasmic state

i choose to pinch those hard nipples instead

sending chills across her silky flesh, a flood across my lap, another surge of strength through her hands

she clenches me like a vice, her hands on my throat, her thighs on my hips, her vagina on my stiff cock

a croak escapes my throat, all that can eek out of the constriction, i would have screamed as the explosion seemed to travel down my spine

every nerve igniting as fireworks fill my sight, as i fill her, as she threatens to choke, to drown, break me in every way at her disposal

she felt me swell, explode, the involuntary convulsions sweeping through both of us, simultaneously lost in rapture, and she was determined to milk every last drop from me

it went beyond anything either of us ever experienced, she ceased the pressure at the last possible moment, sudden exhaustion and realization widening her perfect orbs

she collapsed on my chest, my gasping breaths, her body like jelly, adoration written, dreamy and surreal as she leaned in for a kiss

instead she bites my lip and pulls back fiercely, her tongue lapping the blood and sweat pooling in the hollow of my throat

and with gleeful hate she leans in and whispers

one word as we lay in a tangle and just before we drift off to sleep

“mine”

i can only nod, afraid to speak, unsure if i can

i am hers

11 thoughts on “constriction”

  2. I’m not and erotica reader for the most part. It’s terribly hard to write to give it the love feelwithout giving it a cliche or pornographic feel. I have written it for people I’ve loved but generally speaking I don’t choose to read it,
    I liked this, I think you are romantic enough t heart to give it that perfect sway🙂

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    1. I’m not an erotica writer. But when a scene plays out sometimes you have to sculpt it a little and let the rest pour out. I feel awkward writing of the things that are so natural to do. It’s funny that way. But I understand your point of view and personally get embarrassed when i read it sometimes. It’s a fine line to walk.

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      1. There are some things I post publicly that borderline as erotica, one coming up in fact, but I’ve found it depends on the individual reader. Some find them just passionate. And then there’s the blatant ones and those stay behind the scenes lol
        But when you write, you write about all that feels to you I think. Especially poets and especially in the early stages of writing.
        No embarrassment! It’s lovely

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        1. without passion sex is a joyless thing animals do. But with passion… it transcends art and beauty. when it becomes about two people becoming one if only for a brief moment. it proves the poets correct. the philosophers. the dreamers and the insane. like the feel of holding someone through the night. waking with then in your arms. a waking dream

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