Nicaraguan Thunderstorm

Hi there, I’m an erotic artist and author. I want to put a book together of erotic short stories and coinciding drawings but I haven’t let many people read my work so I really don’t know if it’s shit or not. I have about 40,000 followers on instagram (for my art and modeling) and I have gotten good feedback after posting one story but I want some non-bias suggestions, advice or reviews of any kind from people who don’t know my art or what I look like. Really anything and everything is appreciated. Thanks guys!

There’s nothing like monsoon season in Nicaragua. Rain shatters over the tin roof like falling stones and monkeys howl, drowning out the whispers of our quickened breaths. Thunder slams our bodies close together and shortly after lightning flashes through the open window. Light streams down your chin and neck. For the mere second that your face is illuminated, I see your protruded veins trickling down your neck as your head rolls back for me to kiss more. Water falls steadily from the holes in the roof. It’s dripping down your cheekbones, across your jaw line, over your lavender hickeys and connects at our chests. The power lines have been down for the afternoon and it’s nearly dark although it’s only midday. We lit several candles but the warm flicker is soft. Outside the window waves thrash and more thunder rumbles, vibrating through our hot bodies. Sticky and sweet. I softly press my lips against your ear as I go up and down on you, whispering breathy whimpers, and in response hear my own name dribble off your lips. We glide together, back and forth as one, as if we’re rocking in a rowboat beneath a dappled hurricane. You tell me you’re about to come and I quicken my pace and then slow down as I feel warmth shoot inside of me. For a brief moment, you hold your breath and I hold mine as I tighten my tanned torso and press down slowly. We exhale. I feel it spread in me. I pull you out of me and fall back next to you, nuzzling my face up into your neck and wrapping my arm over your chest. I blow in your eye and while they’re squeezed shut I kiss your cheek and we fall asleep together repeating “I love you” to the hard rain clattering on the roof above us.

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