The New Pornographer

Now's the time to send the kids out of the room.
That's right...today, Meg ventures into the world of erotic literature.
Enjoy. I know I did.



The silence was maddening, yet the buzzing in my ears drowned it all out. It was all coming so fast...his body pressed against mine and his hands holding my ownbehind my back. I felt so soft, helpless in his hands. He was much stronger than I, andwould not let me forget it.
"Enjoy this" I thought "It may not happen again"
I wanted to say something, but nothing escaped my lips but a moan. Oh...where did he learn that? And that? My hands were freed from his grip, and his began to roam my body. With every inch of skin he explored I shivered deep inside, wondering what was in store for me. Where was this going? Shouldn't I be able to guess?
I felt like I was dealing with an expert and suddenly my passion began to almost fizzle. I felt inadequate. Inexperienced. Virginal.
My pants slid down my legs, nearly taking my panties with them. He finished the job slowly, deliberately. Was this something he got off on...was he a panty man, or did he just like seeing them off? I wanted to ask, but nothing happened except for a full body blush which I tried my best to conceal. He smiled at me sweetly, reached up and pulled my shirt over my head in one swoop.
Of all days to not wear a bra. Way to go me.
A long labored breath escaped his lips. Apparently, I had done well. I giggled."Please don't" he said "It's cute. Cute is distracting". I bit my lip, trying my best not to laugh. He was concentrating, and who was I to distract him from the very important task at hand?
Another sigh from him before he continued running his hands across my goosebumps. He teased my inner thigh, just long enough to frustrate us both before moving onto fleshier endeavors. He leaned forward to rest his head on my stomach, his hands finding their way to my bum and his fingers kneading the ample flesh slowly and softly.
I ran my fingers through his thick hair, tousling it, fixing it, tousling it again. It seemed to stay that way, messy. I liked that about him. He was always mussing his hair but he never bothered to fix it. I guess that was my job. I was lost in thoughts of his hair when he stood up slowly, leaving a trail of quick, tiny kisses leading from my bellybutton to my neck...and scratches up my back. Best of both worlds, he is.
"Did that hurt?" he asked, absentmindedly.
"It did"
He kissed my lips in apology, but said nothing. Before I knew what was what, he lifted me up and gently laid me down. And then...the moment of truth. Every movement triggered a chemical reaction, a lightning strike of electrical current running through my veins. I tried to formulate a plan, I tried to say something, I tried to think but all I could do was be there, so gladly under him. So helpless with his hands once again pinning mine down, this time over my head. So stirred by his ragged breathing in my ear, the way my name sounded as it tumbled from his lips at just the right moment. All that came out of my mouth was breathless, voiceless, incoherent.
After what seemed like forever and two seconds at the same time, it came. My release was just that. Every fear, every disappointment, every pain, every man who was ever less than I deserved ceased to be. It all melted away in that moment, leaving me drained. My legs shaking, my body spent, my heart lightened.