I woke up feeling his warmth next to mine. his skin against mine. His eyes boring into mine. His voice tantalising my ears.
Only he was not mine.
Except in my imagination.
I closed my eyes. There he was. In my mind again.
The thing is, he taught me a naughty word. Yes it’s a well known, widely used word, but for me, it’s a word I’d always loathed. He changed that. He changed the very definition of this word. It’s form, the sounds, it’s meaning all became clear to me. It became a good word. A very good word indeed.
Since then, I could not get this word or him out of my mind.
My body throbbed at the thought of it and him saying this word. I bit my finger and resisted trailing it downwards.
There was not enough time.
I got up. He only gave me a short respite before entrancing me with his presence once more.
In the shower, as I lathered my skin with the soapy bubbles, I closed my eyes. It was not I that was doing the work, but him, working up a good lather all over my body, whilst whispering seductively, in my ear.
I opened my eyes. Still, not enough time. I got ready for work and listened to music on my commute.
The lyrics were no distraction from him. Images of him entwined with words and melodies, entranced my body leaving me to think and feel nothing else, but him.
Work was barely enough of a distraction. My mind drifted in and out, barely able to concentrate. I caught someone’s eye as I was lost in thoughts of him. Was it obvious I was thinking of something I shouldn’t be? Were they aware that I was a throbbing wreck with a raging desire to reach down below and lose myself entirely?
The journey home only built up my anticipation.
Finally, I was home, exhausted.
But I couldn’t sleep. He was so far away from me, yet I felt him everywhere.
The taste of his lips against mine.
The feel of his tongue intertwined with mine.
His eyes penetrating mine.
His skin melting onto mine.
Knowing my every desire.
My every need.
Exactly how I wanted it.
Exactly how I needed it.
Saying the words I needed to hear.
It was finally time. I gave in to my imagination and let him fill my head.
I heard his voice. His tone, inclination and ragged breathing caused me to stir and squirm wildly.
I reached down below and felt the results of the power he had over me.
Wet. Throbbing. Aching. Desperate. Needy
Now only he was in my head. No other distractions. Exactly where I wanted him and where I needed him.
I had no control over him now.
He went straight in for the kill.
He whispered in my ear the exact words I had wanted to hear all day.
His voice was deep and devilish. The words, both shocking and seductive.
“Do you want me to fuck his cunt?”
I squirmed and writhed at the thought.
Unable to control my hunger anymore, I thrust my toy deep inside my already soaking pussy, nodded my head whispering out loud,Yes…please…fuck my tight little cunt.”
Every thrust felt better than the last and penetrated every deep seated desire I ever had.
He was relentless.
“Aww, does that tight little cunt need a good fucking with my cock?” I gushed and gasped.
“Let me fuck that cunt. I want your needy cunt.” I groaned and pushed deeper.
“Let me fill that tight cunt.” I whimpered and fucked myself harder.
Every utterance of “Cunt” made me throb and gush enticing me to fuck myself harder and deeper, imagining every thrust and every stroke was his cock.
I wasn’t going to last long.
We were getting closer. I was soon at the edge.
“Is that needy little cunt going to cum for me?” I heard him lose it on the very last whisper of the word and cum loudly, making me orgasm at the same time.
My orgasm lasted for what felt like forever, his voice and his words fluttering through my mind endlessly.
Those words will always be entwined in my mind.
They will forever be entrapped in my needy little cunt.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12zft9g/embracing_the_c_word_f
God this is so intensely erotic and visceral. The c word has such power and eroticism when used properly. This really turned me on. And again, it sounds true!