Literal Pornography

Literal Pornography


By

Crash Write


“What are you doing?” she smiles and stretches her naked body along the bed as I reach into her purse and take out her brown eyeliner.

I write the sentence along the top of her chest in a twisting curl.

A necklace.

She laughs.

“I’m creating us. We don’t exist yet,” I respond.

She smiles, watching the words tickle along the top of her sloped shoulders.

“Everything I write will make you. Will make me.”

Still inside her, I press hard upward, eliciting a slight moan for a response. Lightly oiled, her body is still sparkling in the spot between her breasts where she had applied glittering lotion to her cleavage in the club.

Writing this-

Everything-

on her-

I continue.

Curving now, the letters are tracing each of her full breasts as I compose this line in an “S” shape, snaring her small brown areola in a circle, tickling the tip of her nipple, then turning downward and around her breast on the opposite side.

I run my hand a paper’s width away from her body, letting her feel my touch through the small invisible hairs on her skin. She closes her eyes and exhales. Young and elastic, her soft skin accepts the tip of the eyeliner pushed tenderly into her chest. . The indentations sparkle briefly and disappear, bending the light drawn into the brief pressure points in the low-lit room.

I feel her skin moist and warm in the aftermath of physical exertion, full of youthfulness barely past its teen-age years.

She takes the eyeliner now, and with the subtle dexterity of long fingers, crosses out a section, correcting the last sentence to read “barely past its mid-twenties.” I shrug and guide these words down from her chest, along her golden-brown skin, to her smooth flat stomach, where I tickle her around her belly button with the slight sloping sibilance of the unspoken “S.”

She shudders, slides me further inside her with an upward motion from her hips.

….I stop…….dot………..dot…….dotting….….

…. the outside of her rounded thighs like a surgeon prepping a patient…… following along her gentle curves…..trying to focus…trying to stop myself

From a…. tingling…

Sensation… running from underneath me to the tip of my...

…

…Reading this she winks a sparkling green eye and increases her grinding motion. I feel a tightening slipping around me like a small wet hand and-

“NOT YET!! J” I write along the top of her inner thigh, pulling out and away.

But still

she pushes me down on my back.

Until now I am.

Am...

I am wri

Writing on her

Sway…ing tits as she pins me down and starts to move above me.

“STOP,” I grin coyly.

Flipping her onto the bed, I turn away for a moment. She eyes me suspiciously as I playfully I write “SUCK” in large, strategically placed letters.

Rolling her eyes, she pins back her black hair shining with brown highlights, and pouts her full, pink lips.

Sentences continue on the back of her neck as I straddle the edge of the bed in delayed anticipation... of

She moves

Lower.


Lower.


Lower.

Licking the tip, then going all the way down, smearing the letters of “SUCK” in a brown blur as she pulls away: a small sticky string of saliva still connected to her lips.

I shudder, filling her back with erotic- erratic- trembling words, the bobbing pony tail of her silk-shining black hair brushing me

again-

and again

against my hand.

I watch her move slowly all the way down, wrapping me with the warm twirling of her agile tongue. Tingling…touching… Pulling back, she looks at me with her emerald eyes- her lips leisurely sliding along my length.

She starts again, licking slowly underneath- taking all of it in…

……God…...breathe in… Moving more quickly I……focus………try to….”fuck”...….my hand pulls her hair.….pushing into her,

Pushing it all into her...tight….

I dig my nails into her shoulder—smearing text covering her now like tattoos…

Surging, swelling, fucking,

STOP!............



A single zigzagged line drawn across her back, cutting through everything on her browned skin like a break in the earth.

“NOT YET,” I sigh.

Slightly exasperated, but smiling, she grabs the eyeliner from me.

“Your turn,” she writes on her palm.

Then, in large letters above her lower section à “SUCK!”

I laugh, and search through her purse.

Pulling out a second black eyeliner, I continue this sentence- running down her inner thigh

to her toes,

Kissing and following behind it with my tongue

Down,

down,

down

then

up,

up

again.

I eye her bed and glance back to our own bodies- now hieroglyphic pillars

too dirty and marked to lie on her white, silk sheets.

Scattered in disarray next to her bed charts and graphs, reports and memos cover the carpet.

I drag her gently to the floor.

Her back touches pie charts, cover letters, and references; momentarily sticking to her like fly paper before leaving imprints of oily words. I roll her over and press her tits flat against a fiscal brief, writing these words along the turn of her firm strawberry-shaped ass, dimples on each other side of its

“Separation”-

A two-part visual presentation on her smoothly swelling cheeks.

Turning her over, the imprint of her nipples is left on the pages. I grin and return to pressing my lips as I write,

moving

Lower…chest

Lower… stomach

Lower…

below

Into

Wet

Warm

Folds

She caresses her tits. Squeezes them together teasingly with her own eyeliner held between them-

a suggestion.

I lick into her folds. Starting outer. Then inner. Writing above on her stomach without looking.

Clit in my mouth, I hold her with my lips. Flick it faster and faster with my tongue.

Free hand I am

Pushing inside her- pressing in and out- rubbing upward. My own cock tingling.

She arches. Begins to tremble.

I insert my tongue into her opening. Pull it out.

She grabs my hair and lets out a scream. Pushes me into her pussy harder.

I suck her clit- my whole tongue licking her-

Three fingers back inside her. Stretching her pussy out.

She begins trembling faster. Muscles tighten around my fingers.

Suddenly she lets out a loud extended moan, her pelvis rocking rapidly back and forth pushing into my face-

She screams.

Then laughs.

“STOP” she quickly scribbles. “Too much. Sensitive now!” she writes over sentences smudging her muscle-fluttering stomach.

Moving to my knees, I turn her around. Pull her ass up- face down.

The papers lying around us now are filled with oily words: in sentences, by themselves, distorted lines-

Some just grease spots.

I shove all of myself into her- gripping her ass, smearing the words into the space between her cheeks and writing new ones on her back.

……as I tear into her-

Close my eyes

…feeling…

sliding moist- slippery warm- tingling, holding her with clenched hands

driving into tightened-... Pull her hair tight, glossy in hand- riding her as she arches back

…groan…. words coming to an end….nothing… for…. this.

“Then give them up!” She screams- tits slapping against body. “Fuck me!”

“Without… we…us…there….nothing…. exist.”

“Don’t

Exist……….then….don’t….

-just-

Fuck me!”

The papers swim around me in a daze-

rustling quickly-in her

Hot body- sweating salty wet smear of letters, dark oils.

Pulsing pushing, wetness tightening under surging, pounding-

I can feel it ...

-clench her body- pull her hair tight-

The eyeliner let go

…slide….in… to


Oblivion