I met her at the bar because I told her I needed help writing a good sex story. She laughed, ordered us both doubles, and said, You want raw? Ill show you raw. Her name was Lena and she didnt waste time with small talk. Twenty minutes later we were in her apartment, the door barely shut before she shoved me against it.
Strip, she ordered, already yanking her own shirt over her head. No lace, no teasingjust skin and the smell of her sweat from the walk home. I dropped my clothes in a pile. She looked me over once, nodded, and pushed me onto the bed.
She climbed on top, knees on either side of my hips, and wrapped her hand around my cock without any warm-up. First rule, she said, stroking hard and fast, dont ease in.
Hit the reader with it. Her grip was tight, thumb dragging over the head on every upstroke. I groaned and she smirked. See? That sound. Use that.
She didnt wait for me to answer. She sank down in one motion, taking me all the way inside. She was wet already, hot and slick, and she rode like she was trying to break me. Every thrust slapped skin on skin. She leaned forward, tits in my face, and told me to suck. I did, hard, teeth scraping just enough to make her hiss. Bite harder, she growled. I obeyed.
Her hips never stopped moving. She fucked like she was angry at the mattress, grinding down until I felt her clit rubbing against me on every stroke. Sweat ran between her breasts. I grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her wider, and she moaned, Yeah, like that. Make it filthy. I slid a finger between her cheeks and pressed against her asshole. She didnt flinch. She pushed back, taking the tip inside.
Second rule, she panted, use all the holes. Readers want the whole picture. She reached back, grabbed my wrist, and shoved my finger deeper. Her asshole clenched around it while her pussy squeezed my cock. I was close already. She felt it and stopped moving.
Not yet, she said. She climbed off, turned around, and presented her ass. Tongue first. Show me you know how to eat it. I buried my face between her cheeks without hesitation. She tasted clean and a little salty. I licked broad and wet, then pointed my tongue and fucked her asshole with it. She reached back and spread herself wider. Deeper. Dont be polite.
When she was dripping and cursing, she pulled away and straddled me again, this time facing my feet. She sank back down on my cock, reverse, and started bouncing. The view was obsceneher asshole winking every time she dropped, her pussy stretched around me, juices running down my balls. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit in fast circles.
Third rule, she gasped, describe the mess. The sounds. The smell. The room reeked of sex nowmusk and sweat and her arousal. Every slap of her ass was loud and wet. I could feel my own precome mixing with her slick. She came first, suddenly, thighs shaking, a guttural fuck ripping out of her throat. Her pussy pulsed around me in hard, rhythmic squeezes.
She didnt stop. She kept riding through it, oversensitive and swearing, until I grabbed her hips and thrust up hard, spilling inside her. She stayed seated, grinding slow while I finished, milking every drop.
Afterward she climbed off, turned around, and spread her legs so I could watch my come leak out of her. Fourth rule, she said, voice hoarse, never end clean. Leave them with the mess.
She reached down, scooped some onto her fingers, and brought them to my mouth. Taste what you wrote.
I sucked her fingers clean while she watched, eyes dark. She smiled, slow and satisfied.
Now go write it, she said. And make it dirtier next time.
