I took hold of her wine glass and gently guided it out of her hand. I raised it to my lips and took a sip, then set it down on the night stand.
She looks so beautiful laying in our bed.
I lift her up, kissing her softly but with my driving desire. I pull her shirt off over her head then unfasten her bra as I bite on her neck and shoulder. She smells so good and I’m hungry for her. As soon as her tits are free, I’ve got my hand on one nipple and the other in my mouth, rolling it around between my teeth, then suckling.
I tear off her panties. The smell of her pussy about to go into heat and I lose control.
I stand and take another sip from her discarded wine glass to gather my thoughts. I don’t want her to know how I want to ravage her body. I drop my shorts to the floor so my erection is in full view as I drink. I set the glass down and take a maroon flower from a vase.
I pull off pedals from the flower that matches the rich, full, reds of the wine we were just enjoying. I sprinkle them across her chest and make a flowered path to her pussy. She’s biting the nail of her pinky finger and grinning wryly as I decorate my canvas. She knows how I want her now.
I take hold of her legs and pull her to the edge of the bed where my cock greets her open legs. I part her shimmering, wet pussy lips with the head of my cock and plunge right inside her.
Would you sign up for a scientific experiment that recorded your deepest, darkest sexual fantasies? Would you do it if you could take the DVD recording of your fantasy home to watch over and over again? Or would you be afraid of what you might see?
“The old adage is true—writing is rewriting. But it takes a kind of courage to confront your own awfulness (and you will be awful) and realize that, if you sleep on it, you can come back and bang at the thing some more, and it will be less awful. And then you sleep again, and bang even more, and you have something middling. Then you sleep some more, and bang, and you get something that is actually coherent. Hopefully when you are done you have a piece that reasonably approximates the music in your head. And some day, having done that for years, perhaps you will get something that is even better than the music in your head. Becoming a better writer means becoming a re-writer. But that first phase is so awful that most people don’t want any part.”—Ta-Nehisi Coates (via theatlantic)