Writing Porn

Somehow, lying on the bed naked for me, you start to get second thoughts about this whole idea.  It was your idea that you threw out without a second thought.  You loved my stories so much you wanted to be the blank page that I filled with my words.  You wanted a story written just for you, but not only that, you wanted it to be written on your body.

We talked about it and you told me what you wanted.  You even showed me that picture of the sexy woman with well formed text across her whole body.  You said you wanted written on in sharpie and that you were afraid you’d be too ticklish to go through with it.  I had a solution to that as well.

That’s what you’re thinking about as you find yourself about to be tied up, spread eagle, to the bed.  We both know that if you mange to move that would ruin the entire effect we are going for.  So your heart beats as you feel each limb get spread wide, and then bound to a corner of the bed.  Each limb starts as a free object and faster than you anticipate you are completely locked in place.  If I tighten the ropes anymore you would be hovering over the bed.

You close your eyes as I gather my materials.  I have a print out of what your story will be, and I have a few sharpies in case the points dull.  This needs to look neat in order to be sexy.  Otherwise it will look like a junior high notebook, and there’s nothing sexy about that.

I also have the rules you’ve given me.  I can use your body for my page, however, not on the neck, the face, the arms, or lower than your knees.  You need to be able to walk out in public and still have a private story written on you.

As I sit down next to you, the bed gives a bit, and it puts a strain on your taut body.  You grimace and your shoulders tense.  My hand goes to your back and I rub a bit, and your muscles start to relax.  I've never written on living page and the learning curve is surprising.

The scent of sharpie fills your nose as soon as I pop the cap off the first pen.  You are a little nervous as you await my touch.  I place the paper on the other side of your body and steady my hand.  Preparing myself for the task ahead I take a deep breath and then exhale slowly.

You feel the heel of my palm rest against your shoulder blade.  It’s warm and moist from a thin layer of sweat.  Then you feel the tip of the sharpie touch your skin.  You close your eyes, and you try to imagine being able to read what was being written.  You knew the first letter was an “s”, but that’s only because you remember the first word.

The soft tip of the pen traces against your skin as I build up the line.  You feel the letter getting wider, until my hand moves and I start with the second letter, an “h”.  I move over a bit from where I started and the tip of the pen starts to tickle you.  Your eyes close tighter as you try to concentrate on anything except the ticklishness you’re feeling.

You let out a sigh when I lift my hand from your skin.  Then you steel yourself as I start to work on the third letter, “e”.  There is something so sensual about being written on like this.  It’s incredibly personal, and a whole new type of foreplay.  Normally there’s a focus on your body, and making your body feel a certain way.  This time, my focus is completely on our minds.

My mind is acutely aware of each word’s spelling and placement.  Each letter is written with the care of someone who was just learning to write for the first time.  This isn't about speed or even the words themselves, it is about the form and pattern that the letters take on your skin.

Your mind is focusing on the story that I gave you before this started.  You are thinking about the short tale I've created to decorate your skin.  As the pen meticulously passes over your flesh you think of the first sentence:  She shivered as the pen touched her skin.  You certainly relate that line in a way reading it could never allow.

As I place the first period on your body, you relax.  As I write the second line, it is almost like the words I’ve chosen are manifesting themselves:  Her muscles became relaxed as the sharpie traveled over her skin.  This certainly is happening to you.

The ink flowed out of the pen like the stress flowed out of her muscles.  Your shoulders relax as I continue to write upon you.  You've grown accustomed to the feeling of the felt tip on your body, and it’s a delicious kind of foreplay that you've never even imagined before.  It is so intimate because the tip is so fine and it has the ability to pinpoint areas of your flesh that not even a fingernail could.

I have made it about halfway down your back and the tip is starting to dull.  I place the old pen delicately on your nightstand and pick up a new one from off the bed.  As soon as the cap comes off, I refocus myself and start on the next sentence: The feeling of contentment engulfed her.  As I finish the sentence, you let out a sigh and settle into the mattress.

The tip of the pen dances across the small of your back.  The pen continued to travel over her body and by the time it reached the small of her back, she was his.  Despite the fact that you are completely exposed, your pussy lips are now spread further apart, you are almost invisible to me.   There is the tell tale shimmer of juices indicating how aroused you are right his second, but even this I am only dimly aware of.

Writing on the gentle curve where your back raises to meet your ass is a bit more difficult than I expected.  The angles become difficult and the geography has become less conducive to writing.  I have to pay attention to the placement of each word so that there is not an awkward gap where your crack separates each cheek.  He looked at her admiringly and felt the desire within him build.

As soon as I’m done with this sentence, my body moves over yours and I grab a different sharpie off the bed.  This one I uncap and move up to your shoulder blades again.  You are surprised to feel the pen move over where you thought I had already written.

When its work is done it jumps a bit down your body and makes new lines upon your skin.  You wish you had a better sense of touch on your back so you knew what I was doing.  Instead you can only lose yourself in the sensation as my hand jumps around your body.  At this point, you are no longer ticklish in the slightest.  Instead each line causes a flame deep within you to grow as it consumes your whole consciousness.

“She became engulfed by desire.”  I say, my finger touching each word on your back.  I put down the sharpie and you notice the red cap.  Putting two and two together you realize I just outlined those words in red.  There is a story within my story.

I pick up the pen that I had been using just prior and get off the bed.  I sit down on the bench at the base of the bed and grab your right foot.  I shall always be in tow… The words come out a less than perfect because you are squirming as I write.

When I touch your left foot, you do your best to stay still.  …for you have touched my soul.  This part you are not expecting and you are left wondering what exactly I wrote.  This is a little surprise, because I need to let a bit of my playful side out.

As your body lies there, I move over to your restraints and untie them.  Rolling over, you smile at me and spread your limbs wide so I can refasten your bonds.  This time your chest, belly and pussy are clearly visible to me.  You look amazingly sexy as you watch me secure the ropes.  The eagerness on your face is so becoming of you.

With the restraints back in place, you are once again caught up in my web.  Your whole body is humming with anticipation for more, but you’re enjoying the fact that every pore of your skin is the center of my attention.  You imagine yourself feeling the ink flow over your skin as I write the next sentence.  Her eyes followed his movement as he teased the delicate flesh of her breasts.  The text had a gentle arc to it moving from by your armpit down low along your cleavage and then rising back to your armpit on the other side.  I was well aware of your desire to wear low plunge neck lines and I was determined to allow you to do so without showing any words.  Luckily the faint tan line gave me a guide for placement.

Once again the pen tip has become dull and I place this one on your nightstand and grab a new one.  The text is flowing onto your skin and I’m moving close and closer to your nipples.  Her nipples rose off her body as her mind filled with thought of all she needed to experience.  Placement of the words on your skin has been a fun and creative challenge.  Watching the pen circle your areola as I write the “o” of “off” is fun.  Getting to see  your skin tighten and knot as I circle your nipple, all the while  avoiding it, is incredibly arousing.  As I draw the “h” of “thought” on your other breast, the hook of the letter crosses over the top of your nipple sending shivers throughout your body.

 His sigh of appreciation was drowned out by her moans.  The pen now glides along the bottom of your breasts and you are letting out little whimpers and the occasional moan.  Never in your life has your skin been so aroused that every little sensation ripples through your mind.  Each touch makes you crave the next that much more.  You are squirming, pulling at the ropes that hold you in place, but not as defiance.  Your body is just doing what it naturally needs to do.

I look into your eyes and they are vacant.  You are not experiencing anything other than the physical; your mind has turned off.  Her lust was completely consuming her thoughts.  The text across your belly comes out a bit jaggedly because your breathing is so ragged.  Your whole being is part of the sensual world, and your thoughts have become more primal in nature.

With your upper torso covered in my words, I trade my black sharpie for the red one.  Once again I choose which words to highlight, and create a new sentence to surprise you.  Each word is outlined as carefully as your aroused body would let me.  When I finish I blow across your skin to dry the ink and then I take a step back.  Looking at the beauty of your form and the eroticism of my words I smile.  “His flesh needed her completely.” I say, reading off what I highlighted.

Then I remove the page I had been transcribing from and the extra sharpies that I didn't need to use.   I admire my words on your skin, and watching you writhe before me, I’m amazed at how erotic it is so see them transformed into reality.  I walk over to the night stand and grab the camera.  You’re aware of the sound of photos being taken.  I place the camera back where I got it and then move again.

Your head rolls over to the side so you can look at me.  I start to strip out of my clothing and you are glued to each and every movement.  I watch as your eyes bulge and follow my hands as each piece of my flesh is revealed.  When I’m finally naked, you look longingly at my cock.  I can tell you are desperate to taste the drop of pre cum that has formed at the tip.  Instead of giving you what you crave, I rub it into my cock head until it is glistening with slickness.

I walk to the foot of the bed and get on my knees between your lovely legs.  I reach down and rub my cock head between the folds of your pussy.  You are so wet that without trying I slip right into you.  Your body arches to meet mine, but the restraints stop you from drawing me deeper in.  The moan you let out is filled with disappointment, not pleasure.

Feeling the futility of bucking your hips, you instead start to rotate them.  This feels wonderful and you resume whimpering for me.  I slide in and out of your soaked pussy, keeping my body away from yours in order not to smear the text on your body.  At this angle, I feel like I’m sliding deep within you and I can watch every reaction to my thrust.  It is quite intoxicating.

My hand moves down to the patch of fur above your cunt.  It’s a safe spot because there is no writing there.  My thumb moves down between us and your juices almost instantly coat the tip.  I bring it back up to your clit and start rubbing in circles.

This sends lightening through your body and you react with jolt.  You are so close to the release you need.  You look at me with your eyes, your mouth hanging open in a silent moan.  There is a pleading in your eyes, a begging within your whole body.  Your arms are fighting against the ropes with a strength I’ve never seen from you.

Having mercy on you I start thrusting harder.  My finger rubs against your clit with a steady quickening pace.  My own moans are interrupted by my command to you.  “Cum for me.”

That is all it takes for you.  Your body rises up off the bed, held up by the tightness of the ropes as you moan like some sort of animal.  Your whole world becomes one of pure pleasure, and you know of nothing else except ecstasy.  Wave after wave of joy flows through you and fills up that empty space that made you feel so hollow, so horny.

As you come down from your high, I slip out of your hot cunt.  I crawl over your leg and move to the side of your head.  You’re still panting when I place my hand on your cheek and you look up at me.  The eagerness in your eyes has not yet evaporated.

You open your mouth and I slide between your rosy lips.  The feeling is so different then your pussy, but it is so delicious.  Your tongue is so eager to clean your flavor off my body and it feels delightful as it explores my entire shaft.

My hand locks onto the back of your head and my hips start moving instinctively.  I’m sliding in and out of your mouth and you’re purring encouragingly as I do so.  Your tongue is playing at my cock head at every chance it can, and when it can’t, it’s flat against my shaft so as to give the crown ridge something to rub against.

It doesn't take long before you have me at the precipice, and I’m beyond being held back.  I thrust one more time, and your tongue performs a magic trick that sets me off.  My mind dives off a cliff and into warm pool of bliss below.  My cock throbs in your mouth and cum shoots forth filling your tiny mouth.  You have me so turned on that my cum is thick and creamy and it seems to be a constant stream.  I can feel a little escape around the corners of your mouth as you try to keep my load within.

When I finally finishing cumming, I slide out of your mouth and you immediately swallow.  I look at you lying there on the bed, tied up, and cum dribbling down your cheek.  You look adorably slutty.

I pat your head softly before moving over to the corner of the bed and undoing the rope.  One by one your limbs are freed.  When both arms are released, you take the ropes off your wrist as I work on your legs.  Soon, we've untangled yourself from the web I had caught you in.

You kiss me softly, holding my cheeks tenderly, and I can feel your whole body sigh against mine.  We gently fall back to the mattress, our heads landing on the pillows as we start to drift off to sleep.  The last thought through my head is that I need to get the camera first thing in the morning and document your back before it washes off in the shower.