I don’t just like writing about the bad things. So here’s a little erotica to finish off your Monday. 

This one, however, got a little away from me as I was writing it. Started out as Library, and turned into an erotic ode to Poe. 

Quoth the Raven, oh well, you know. 

(WARNING: Sexually explicit material below and not for children under 18 years of age)

“Baby,” she whispers in the dark. I reach out to her and feel a breast, and she groans.

I push myself off the bed half-asleep and climb between her. She’s spread-eagled and ready, almost in the same position I first saw her in at the library long ago.

My dick hardens at the memory. As I rub my cockhead against her warm slit I can almost picture her perfectly, kneeling on that old carpeted floor, perfectly round ass facing me, almost as if it was trying to escape her pants below.

I could see her red thong.

I dip my dick inside her a little and she moans. Her pussy is tight and I know she’s sore. We’ve been fucking all night, napping to catch our breaths and napping again, never getting enough. And she wants more.

I remember how I could have stared at thong forever, and then she turned to look at me and I was done.

I start to fuck her. She lets go of her knees and pulls me closer to her, pulling me low.

Oh that smile. That smile. That smile that told me she knew exactly what I was thinking, that she knew exactly where I was looking, like she’d been waiting for me all along.

I can remember that smile forever ever, even after everything is gone.

I start to fuck her slowly. My face is in the pillow and her tongue is on my throat. If I had died without touching her, I would have been happy to be reincarnated into that flower-printed carpeted floor.

Oh, but she surprised me. Stood right in front of me and handed me a book. Said, “For you, Loverboy,” and walked out the door.

The Kama Sutra, of course.

I was shocked into stone. It was months before I saw her. For weeks I thought about her. Wondered if I had imagined her, if I had scared her off.

And then one day she stood behind me at the grocery store.

I thought I had gone insane. I asked her her name. She cackled and said, “Lenore.”

I grabbed her hand and brought her home. I held her close to me and slammed the door. And then I peeled her clothes and dropped them to the floor.

And then I fucked her, on the bed, in the kitchen, in the shower, more and more.

I thought I was dreaming, held her face and kissed her, begged her to never go. She nodded and said, “Of course.”

And now inside her, warm and tight and and hot like fire, I’m ready to burst once more.

And I will let go of her, nevermore.