How To Write Porn

Do you remember that night when I felt your breasts for the first time? They were round and soft, except for your nipples, which were hard, and fit perfectly in the space in between my forefinger and my thumb. I wanted to nibble, but the store-owner was giving us a funny look, and you giggled when I pushed you up against the beer cans. I could feel my groin on yours, and we started dancing to the non-music.

"I'm sorry about the party", I said.
"Sh!" You pushed my face into your collar-bone. I couldn't breathe. You gasped so loudly when I kissed your neck, I was afraid the store-owner would get up from behind the counter, but he was too busy looking at his ipad - watching porn, probably.

I hate writing about sex. I hate being forced to concretize my experience into a series of images. "But you have to", you said, when you were leaning over me, my notebook in my lap, your breasts digging into my shoulders, your hair hanging over my head.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because it's an erotica course. That means your writing has to be - well, erotic."

I laughed. You sat down across from me. I could see your turqoise underwear from between your uncrossed legs. "You really should start wearing longer skirts".

You grabbed the pen and notebook out of my hands.

"Now, what are your top three body parts?"

"I don't know."

"Think. You must have some preferences!".

"Ok. Thighs, breasts, forehead."

"Forehead? Really?"

"Sure. Didn't you know the brain's the sexiest part of the body?"

"Ok. Now three verbs."

"Um. Kiss. Touch. Entwine."

"Now, two adjectives."

"Wet?"

You rolled your eyes. "Really? That's so cliche. How about - moist."

"Yeah, because that's so much better."

"You know, sarcasm isn't becoming on you."

"What about humor?"

"Nah. I prefer cruelty."

"Goody. Should we start the spanking?"

You laughed, and continued writing.

"Ok. How does this sound?

He kissed her thighs; she could feel her pubic hair touching his forehead. That night they played a game: the entwining of the bodies. They drank the moist sweat from each other's skin. He fell asleep with the taste of her breasts on his tongue, and her hand between his thighs.

How's that?"

"Awful. Just awful." He was laughing so hard, it was difficult to speak.

"Well at least it fulfills the terms of the assignment."

She threw a pillow at him. He marched over to the bed and took off her skirt with his right hand, pinning her wrist down to the sheets with his left. He kissed her on the lips, then on the ear. She giggled. They spent the night engaged in the twining and untwining of their bodies. He kissed her thighs; she could feel her pubic hair touching his forehead. He fell asleep as the sun was rising, with the taste of her breasts on his tongue, and her hand between his thighs.