Subversive Sex

Here it goes. I'm popping the cherry on this blog with an excerpt from my current writing project, an erotic narrative about two people who discover their mutual, insatiable passion and, despite what it may mean to the rest of their lives, who choose to give into it. Repeatedly. With each encounter, he pushes her past her limits, drawing out the part of herself that she thought she had so well-contained. She longs to submit to his every desire.

It's a work in progress, but it is some of the richest writing I've produced in a long time. So here's a little taste. (Not for the easily offended...) Oh, and I have the original, copyrighted files, so if you steal from me, I'll sue your ass off.

“Do you know where you are?” He brushes a stray hair from her cheek, and his touch sends waves of pleasure through her.
She knows. Maybe she’s known all along. “We’re at a swingers party. Aren’t we?”
“Very good. Tonight you are going to show these people what a perfect little sub you are.” He smiles at the combination of fear and excitement that flashes across her eyes. “Don’t worry. You are mine. Everyone here knows that, or will. No one may touch you unless I say so. And I promise that no one will do anything to you that you do not want.” He leans in and parts her lips with his tongue, kissing her deeply and passionately. She responds instantly, opening not just her mouth, but her most secret self to him. She releases her fears, giving herself over to him and all that he has planned for her.
He moves his mouth to her neck, nibbling and sucking his way down as he slides his hand inside her blouse and cups her breasts. Burying his head into her exposed breasts, he slides a hand up her thigh, parting her lips and slipping two fingers expertly inside her. She gasps then moans, her hand buried in his hair as he consumes her tits. He begins fucking her slowly but forcefully with his hand, and she grinds against him, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, her moans getting louder as she builds to her first orgasm of the evening. Coming fast and hard, she opens her eyes to see that several people have gathered around to watch and the couple he was talking with in the lobby have settled into the other two chairs at their table.
The woman raises her glass in a silent toast, smiling appreciatively at her. The man eyes her hungrily, “So this is the perfect sub? Yes, I can see why you say so…I hope you’ll let me have a taste.”
A mixture of fear and excitement courses through her. She has willed herself to trust him. She has given herself over to him. What he asks of her, she will give, but she knows that he will not ask for more than she is capable of.
“Well, that’s up to her. She belongs to me, but I will not force her to fuck another man. But if she likes you, she’ll tell me, and then I might let you taste her.”
She belongs to him. Hearing him say it fills her with longing for him. Her pussy aches for him. She longs to take his cock into her mouth, to show him that she is his. Instinctively, she reaches for his cock, rock hard and pressing against his zipper. “Would you like some of that?” She nods her assent. He reaches down and releases it from its confinement. “Take me in your mouth. Show them how much you love my cock.”
Sliding out of her seat and onto her knees, she wraps her lips around the head of his cock, moaning appreciatively as she slides down the shaft. “That’s my good girl,” he croons, running his hands gently through her hair. She sucks him greedily, aware now that she is being watched by a growing crowd of people. She focuses on him, on making love to him with her mouth, willing herself to accept all the strangers’ eyes upon her as she works. She hears random comments and encouragements coming from them, but they don’t matter. She is performing for him, not them.
She slides slowly up and down, taking more of him into her throat with each pass. Her eyes are closed in pleasure and she works passionately, wanting only to bring him to climax. She suddenly knows that she wants them to see her drink his cum, wants them to see just how much she loves being his perfect submissive bitch. Willing herself to ignore her gag reflex she forces the last inch of his cock into her mouth. As he rises to meet her, the head of his cock makes contact with the back of her throat and she is overcome with pleasure, an orgasm building deep within her.
She tries to scream, but very little sound can escape her now. He feels her cry more than he hears it and he can no longer hold back. Burying his fingers in her hair, holding her tightly, he comes into her mouth, coating the back of her throat. She sucks greedily, refusing to release her hold on him until she has drank the last drop. Finally, she slowly slides her mouth up his dick, releasing him with a satisfied smile and that wild look she gets in her eyes, like a caged animal that’s been set free. He knows the game is on, now.


Writing this has been incredibly liberating. I do enjoy playing with the subversive. As a woman writing so openly and brazenly about sex, I invite criticism, speculation and ridicule. Especially because my female character finds the freedom to express her sexuality in submission. But everyone knows it's the submissives who hold the keys, who set the limits. And my male character is not some misogynistic, sadistic dom. He revels in watching her discover her power, and he wants her as badly as she wants him. But he is more experienced, he knows their journey needs to be well-paced, and he sees both her amazing strength and her fragility and does his best to honor both.

If I made him a blood-thirsty serial killer and her his ultimate victim, it would be more acceptable. Women who enjoy sex this much are supposed to suffer for it. Religion, society and pop culture have enforced this idea for ages. We shouldn't like sex this much. If we do, we're tainted, defective, and doomed to suffer for our sins. Bullshit. Men are supposed to secretly despise the women who will fuck them so unabashedly, not revel in them. How sad. Why can't two adults who know what they want indulge in it without bearing the weight of their sins on their shoulders? What a sick, twisted world we live in. Maybe this is my own little way of lashing back at that insanity.