*It’s actually an excerpt from a story I’ve been writing so, this is taking a lot of balls on my part to post here for everyone! It is also my very first try EVER writing erotica, so hoping you’ll like it*
His shirt drops to the floor with a soft rustle as the clinks of him opening his belt follow soon after, while my hands fumble around the straps of my own shoes trying desperately to take them off; all while our lips stay connected in a desperate and messy attempt to keep this moment alive.
As soon as his clothes are off though, my cheap off-the-rack pink dress is almost torn off my over-conscious self by his expert hands, and I am left feeling vulnerable in my own skin and the mismatched undergarments I picked fresh off the hamper this morning. If I had known the makings of tonight, perhaps I would have put in a little more effort to match my pink granny panties with the white polka dotted bra that refuses to stay on my shoulders.