DIY Erotica <3
Three times a week and two hours a day and I can’t take it anymore. I close my eyes and imagine those hot sweaty bodies releasing sweet smelling aromas that tickle the inside of my nose and that sends chills in between my thighs. I bite my tongue until I get home to release the overflowing tension. I long for those strong masculine curvaceous arms to hold me, to squeeze me tightly. I watch as these unsuspecting men bend over to pick up those heavy weights that awake the veins in their arms, legs, and neck. My blood starts flowing and I am awake standing upright. I open my eyes as I let out a sigh of relief realizing that once again I am sitting in the tub, the place that nurtures these sexual thoughts. I see large strong and rough hands. I grab my wash cloth. Abs that resembles the ripples the running faucet sends through my bath water. With the wash cloth tight within my grasp I gently pull up and down on the skin that covers my eruptions. My strokes get longer as I envision his heavy breathing from working out so much and sweating so hard. I picture him working me out. I hold the wash cloth harder and let the textures excite me. I continue to massage my excitement as this imaginary man massages my thoughts. I stroke faster and harder into the tunnel of texture until it hurts to stroke any more. I open my eyes as I let out a sigh of relief realizing that I am still sitting in the tube, the place that nurtures my sexual thoughts.
-T’keyah Robinson and Jonelle Murdock
