Great Erotica

“Why don’t you both lie down first,” I said, making myself comfortable. “Just next to each other right there.”

They did as they were told, stretching out on the bed on their backs. His cock was limp, but even still it was impressive. Her pretty cunt was just a few feet away from me, and I had to stop myself from licking my lips.

“Why don’t you kiss each other for a while. Oh, and Jared, I want to watch you finger her.”

To his credit he didn’t pause. They rolled over on their sides, pulled each other close, and started to kiss while I watched. He parted her legs with one hand, and within seconds he had two fingers inside her as she moaned into their kiss. His cock twitched to life instantly, and I could smell her from where I was. She slid a leg up over him, giving me a perfect view of his fingers sliding in and out of her, and I couldn’t look away.

“Have you really never fucked her?” I asked him, as I got up and walked around the bed. I sat down right behind her, reaching down to touch her hair.

“No,” he said, leaning back and looking up at me. His hand didn’t stop moving, and Jenny was moaning quietly into the pillow.

“Well, I think we should change that, don’t you? It would be such a shame to waste that cock, wouldn’t it? And besides, I think I want to watch her get fucked.” I had thought about watching her for too long, and there was no way I could wait much longer. His cock was hard and thick, and I longed to see it replace his fingers inside her.

“Please don’t make us,” Jenny sobbed, rolling over and looking up at me. Her eyes were red, but this time she made no effort at all to cover herself. Without thought I reached down and brushed her lips and chin. Her skin was soft and warm, and I ran my hand down her neck and over her breasts before pausing on her stomach. She looked just like I imagined her mother did at eighteen and it was mesmerizing. Jenny didn’t turn away as I touched her, and I leaned in even closer as I started to move again. I touched the light hair above her cunt, running my fingers through it, before sliding my hand down to one thigh. With my other hand in her hair, I suddenly had her exactly how I wanted her. I closed both hands, pulled her head back and her thighs open, and suddenly her cunt was completely exposed.

“Fuck her now, Jared!” I demanded. “I want to see you fuck this little slut, and I want to see you fuck her hard…”

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Everyone should take a turn writing smut. Not just any smut, but honest smut. If every single one of you wrote down the most honest, filthy, soul-bearing pages of porn you could muster, the world would be a better place.

Here’s what it would look like if we all took the time to do it: We’d have a world where all of us know what we like, know how we want it, and know who we want it with. We’d have a world where people are fully capable of distinguishing fantasy from reality, and we’d have a world where all of us would know how to communicate our wants and desires to our partners because we’ve already done it a thousand times.

We would bust open every myth about “male and female sexuality” in a matter of weeks, and might finally start with a blank page when we climbed into bed instead of outdated expectations and assumptions. We’d no longer need to assume anything, because we could ask and we could answer. If the whole world wrote honestly about what we want we’d save marriages, end wars, vanquish rape culture, and have a whole lot more fun.

You don’t have to share it. You don’t have to publish it. You don’t need to leave it on the bed for your partners to read when they lie down, and you don’t need to read it at open mics around the world. But just imagine if we gave ourselves the room to feel exactly as we feel? Imagine if we let ourselves want exactly what we want? And imagine if we learned to say yes and no without fear or shame.

If everyone wrote some horribly filthy smut on occasion, we might just save the world.