Tomic Riter

Tag: erotic

  • All bluesy without you.

    Your hands would have been on my bare chest. Your lips would have been on my bare chest. Instead, I am here alone, listening to the blues, thinking about making another cup of coffee, thinking if I should have a quarter rum instead. My kitchen looks like a graveyard. We could have made love there and make the place explode. Your tongue licking my tongue. My cock in your beautiful wonderful perfect ass. You sitting on me. My finger in your mouth. Your hands grabbing my hair. My hands pulling your hair. My lips sucking yours lips, your breasts, your neck, your ears. We could have made love right now. Instead, I am sitting alone with a stomach full of plastic, and a cock without an erection, listening to Shotgun blues, to Mr. Hooker who is going to kill some woman because she is maybe fucking too many men.

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  • After waiting for half a day.

    Back at home from work but later than usual. Everything else can go to hell now. Just me and you. Watching you as I sit completely naked in my chair. I am already feeling your lips around my cock. You taking me in so lovingly, urgently. You taking me whole. You are my therapy. I am closing my eyes, feeling your tongue slowly sucking me in. Slowly but completely. You ask me, ‘Do you love it?’ ‘I do. I love everything that you do,’ I say. Your hair held in my hands. I am growing on your tongue, growing right to the back of your throat. Your mouth leaking a river on me. I keep giving you. You keep taking me. Sucking me in. Sucking me all the way.

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  • Banging on my desk.

    Working saturday sucks. It sucks more when it’s a holiday but you are supposed to work because you didn’t finish the work earlier on time. It sucks because the work will really never finish but your life surely will. And on your death bed, you won’t remember and cherish a single moment spent on correcting Excel sheets and Word documents and producing copies of copies of copies of the same folder on your computer. It’s noon now and too hot outside. I am sitting in front of a water cooler and it doesn’t make any difference to the amount of sweat on my forehead and around my lips. I am sitting and staring at the computer screen in front. I would rather we make love now. We could make love at the back on that table. We could make love right here on the floor. We could make love right here right now in my chair, you on top of me, me removing your bra, you pulling down my trousers, my cock inside you, your mouth inside my mouth, your hair in my hands. I don’t give a fuck about this job and this work. It’s an unending drudgery. It has destroyed my ass, my heart. We both want the same. We both want to make each other wet, make so much love. I am having an erection already, my hundredth erection since I woke up, thinking about you and me.

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  • I want you all the time.

    My face between your breasts. Your clit warm in my hands. My palms on your butt. I am kissing you and licking you. My face rubbing on your breasts. Your breasts pushing me down under them. I am warm under you. I am loving it. I am touching your clit, sucking your nipple, taking it with my tongue, then with my whole mouth. I am sucking you deep, sucking so nicely, my lips never leaving you. I am raising my hips to touch your clit with my cock. I am hard so hard. You rubbing your clit on my cock. It feels so good, so wonderful, so beautiful. You clit up and down on me. I am holding you tightly, my cock inside you, deep and strong. Your hips opening to me, my cock in and out of your sweet well, in and out. In and out. In and out. You moaning for me. You wetting for me. I am opening you more and more for me. I want you deeply. I want you badly. I want you all the time.

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  • All that without punching a single wall.

    I don’t remember at what time I fell asleep last night. But so what. It was past midnight and that’s all I remember. I remember removing my clothes and lying down next to you in bed. I remember your head on my chest, my arms on your back, you falling asleep on me. Woke up this morning without enough sleep. Woke up too soon. Woke up at 6:10, washed my filthy eyes, removed leftover dinner from the fridge, left it open on the sofa. Fell down in bed at 6:21, setting a new alarm of 6:35 in my cellphone, otherwise I wouldn’t have woken up until noon. Threw away the cellphone, closed my eyes. 8 in the morning is too early to go back to work, too early to to go back to that goddamn desk littered with pointless documents, too early to wake up for anything unless we are making love. Woke up at 6:35. Turned off the goddamn alarm. Closed my eyes. Woke up again at 6:42. Sat on the bed, cursed my job. The weather was still cool. It won’t be the same an hour later, I thought. Nothing is same an hour later, whatever hour it is. Got up naked, walked to the toilet, pissed on the yellow stained wall, pissed in the hole that never gets tired of taking my shit, pissed for ten minutes, pissed all of it. Got out, walked to the sink, Opened the tap. Picked up the toothbrush, applied some paste. Threw away the toothpaste. Washed my face with right hand, brushed my teeth with left, looked with both eyes half opened at all the dirt in my kitchen – plastic bottles, salt everywhere, cooking oil flowing down the granite slab, roaches crawling around, roaches sleeping in their homes on the back side of my induction stove. Watched and brushed for so long. Walked to the leftover dinner, poured all the rice and curry in a pan, placed the pan on the stove, turned on the stove, walked back to the sink with limp cock and dry throat. Noticed half the toothpaste dripping down on my stomach. Stopped brushing. Filled my mouth with the awfully dirty tap water, spat all in the sink, spat thrice, poured some of that water on my stomach, wiped with my palm. Threw away the brush. Left dinner on the stove, left it to turn magically into my breakfast. Walked to my bedroom, wore a pair of blue jeans, the same one that I have been wearing since the big bang. Wore my plain orange polo t-shirt, walked to the stove, turned it off. Picked up a spoon, mixed rice and curry. Whatever was there in the pan, it looked good enough, even kind. At 8 in the morning, what else could I expect! Walked with pan to my bedroom , sat in my chair, ate everything, drank water, got up. Threw the empty pan in the sink, turned off the only fan running, closed all the windows, picked up my bag. Left you sleeping. Stepped out. 7:43 on the clock. Everything done poorly. Everything done anyways.

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  • Shaking up the things.

    Sleepy eyes. Sweat on my back. Scorching sun following me everywhere. Sitting for hours at one desk. Often, I forget I have the choice to stand up. Often, I forget to take a piss. Often, I forget to drink water. Often, I am just sitting there at my desk, waiting for the working hours to end so that I can go back home and make myself some black coffee, play some old gold music, do a little writing, look out of the window of my bedroom, lie in bed and imagine you on me and end up masturbating and then back in my chair. Today is another day when you won’t be here until late. You are tired, I know. You want to get done with it as quickly as possible. I wish you were here. I could have given you a nice body massage before you went to work, and then we would have made love again. We are making love now. In my head, we are making love all the time, your skin on my skin, me touching you everywhere at once. There’s dust buried in the corner of my eyes, dust flowing through the window and settling down on my sofa, dust everywhere on the road to my home. Caffeine has started kicking in. I can feel it in my eyes more than anywhere else. I can feel it clearly. Tomorrow, I run out of water. But that happens tomorrow and it may never come. Gulping down the last of this coffee now. Putting down the cup. Touching my cock. Closing my eyes. You are here.

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  • I am growing for you anyways.

    Back home after a short day at work. A colleague, who is a fucking asshole, got tested positive. So we all packed our shit and left all the files and documents, urgent or not, on a goddamn table and we locked that hellish place and drove off. On the way back, it started raining. My clothes are still wet. I am sitting half naked in my chair and thinking about how it started raining out of nowhere. I wasn’t prepared for the weather. But then, I am hardly ever prepared for anything. I am sitting bare-chested and thinking about how the raindrops were hitting my head like giant boulders falling from the sky. I am sitting and sipping hot coffee and thinking about your lips on my cock this morning, about your hands on my skin, I am thinking about you under me. We look so beautiful, so wonderful like that. We become the most peaceful of all the creatures. I love you under me, my legs between your legs, my chest touching your breasts, you wanting my mouth on those big and pretty nipples. I love us. I love me and you moving together. I was thinking about your ass back at work, and I am thinking about your ass now. I am thinking about your ass all the time, how it moves for me, how it makes me want you so badly. You are gone again but I am growing for you anyways. Your lips have torn apart my head. Your tongue puts me out of any misery. I could feed on those lovely nipples of yours all my life. It all feels so great and alright with my cock deep inside of you. I feel happy and alive. It’s noon now and your thoughts continue to make me wet. I will take a piss and change my clothes and go out and find something warm to eat.

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