The Forbidden Itch Daring To Be Scratched

*Disclaimer* This scene is entirely fictitious. Any parts of this that correspond with real-life events are purely coincidental.

This is a rough sample of my erotic writing. I am just wanting to see if there is any true readability for it. If there is, I'll be sure to make more content

We both feel it. That urge. The ache. The all too regular squirming, unable to be comfortable in any position. 

It isn’t because of each other. Rather, what we both lacked that our body craves all too often only to get ignored. Not the barely making ends meet bullshit our significant others seem to be just fine with. They can handle minimal effort to get to their own endgames. 

Not us. Not deep down. But I act on it too often. You don’t at all. It’s something you can have controlled suffering and you’re by far of a higher moral backbone than I’ll ever understand. 

Still, morals don’t stop your nipples from piercing through that thin gym shirt. That urge is a bit stronger tonight than usual. Maybe it’s just because you have guests. You hope we don’t notice, but an accidental glance at my pants as I get up from the chair tells you all you need to know. 

You just assume it’s my hypersexuality hitting and not actually you. You try to forget about what you saw.... but now, suddenly, you’re getting hotter. Almost burning. Especially down there.  You just gotta cool down, right?

So you get up and unknowingly follow me into the kitchen. The moment we lock eyes, even if it’s only for a brief second, you see I have the wrong idea in my head why you “followed” me. You’re aware of how I get when the urge is too much. The exact opposite of you. Part of you is always jealous of it. Then again, it’s that behavior that’s gotten me into all of my trouble. 

A small smirk on my lips as I turn to get another drink from the fridge. No words said yet. You’re cautious. Hoping you don’t have to make a scene and call out my advance. But... a tiny part of you thinks about how I might do it... with words? Would he try to actually touch me? Is his dominant side all the way out? 

Next thing you feel is a small trickle down your left thigh. It doesn’t take but a microsecond to know you’re soaked. You shouldn’t be. But this fucking urge just had to hit right now, didn’t it? You tighten up your posture and watch me closely as I walk near you towards the end of the kitchen. As I pass you, your body turning to follow the back of my departure, I stop immediately in front of you. Before you can even react, my open hand has already shot up into between your thighs and a shock wave of temporary pleasure hits your body as I grip onto you with aggression. 

The pleasure subsides almost immediately with reality and you just as quickly throw my hand off you and glare into me. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“I just had to be sure,” I say with a much wider smirk. “I’m suffering too. Must be the air. I’m going to go take care of mine in your room, I think. Feel free to join.” And without missing a step, your last shot of me in your sight is headed directly for your bedroom door. 

Anger fumes through you for a moment. The audacity. The nerve I had to touch you at all without permission. But then, overwhelming heat through your body and from your thigh, a small drop of running liquid turned into a river. 

You have to go to the bedroom, regardless. You can’t go back to everyone else like this. You need to change. But this feeling is too much. You’re going to ruin more clothes if you don’t get it scratched. Angry realization of what you need to do fills your mind as you quickly and quietly make your way to the bedroom. 

You quickly open the door and see my clothes already scattered on the floor, and me just standing a few feet away, completely naked. You slide in and get the door immediately locked. Turning to look at me with an angry glare “this. Means. Nothing. Got it? No kissing. And we never talk about this ever again the second we leave this ro- “

I cut off your rant immediately as I grab the back of your head and roughly shove your mouth onto my dick. More anger fills you from my rudeness, but the boldness of my actions is overwhelming and turning you on more and more. So you submit and shuffle your body to get you onto your knees in front of me as I start slowly thrusting myself into your face, quietly groaning. 

You feel my throbbing already inside your mouth as I spurt out small amounts of pre-cum onto your tongue. The feeling makes you let out a small moan. The ache in your crotch hits you as a reminder of what you’re doing, and you roughly grip my thighs and pull your head up and glare into my eyes once more. 

3 words come out of your lips once you quickly swallowed. 

“Fuck me. Now.”

My hand immediately grabs your throat and yanks you to the edge of your bed. You knew what it was going to be, so you bent over the edge with your ass sticking out, ready to get your scratch. Nothing else matters right now. It needs to be taken care of. It hurts too much. 

The thoughts end the moment you feel your dark grey gym pants get forced down to your knees along with the completely soaked panties protecting your now exposed pussy. You can feel it pulsing in agony, needing just one thing for relief. 

“Don’t hold ba- “your words once again fall short as I shove your face into the bed and roughly throw myself into your ass. In one swift thrust, I push inside you entirely, wrapping myself into an amazing wet warmth. The groan that escapes my lips is barely louder than the screaming moan you forced into the bed. 

Before you can even compose yourself, my near violent thrusts into you start as I hold your head down the entire time. Only when you’re able to focus enough to listen, do you hear only my body roughly smacking against yours and my grunts escaping my throat. 

Your mind is going wild. You can’t believe just how rough I’m being and how much it hurts, but in such a perfect way. You can’t believe you’re finally getting used how you wanted to for years. After a few rough thrusts, your body starts convulsing in a state of an endless orgasm. You stop feeling the rough pounding as much as you have been because of how powerful your own pleasure is treating you right now. Time loses all meaning and what feels like hours later, your body calms itself as I quicken my thrusts. You quickly feel the pulsing inside you, telling you what’s about to happen. You try to shove me off with your hand, but I quickly pin your hand down and grip the back of your head. 

I groan as I shove hard into your ass and yank your head up from the bed. Shuddering hits my body like a wave as I shoot inside you every ounce of cum I have inside my body. Your body immediately shatters into a state of weakness as one last powerful orgasm hits you.

I hold your head tight as I finish before I let go and slowly pull back and away from you. You lie there limp against the bed, cum pouring out of you as I get myself cleaned up and redressed. 

I smack your ass as you still lie there and smirk “definitely needed that” leaves my lips before I leave the room. 

Your only conscious thought is a replay of my last words. A wide smile covers your face and has from the moment I pulled away. Definitely needed that.