I Have Been Inspired, And Have Written A Short Erotica Scene
Last night on The Bachelor (DON'T CLICK AWAY!!! I swear this isn't just a promo. It is a promo, but its not only that) our ladies participated in a challenge with Bachelor Matt James, in which they had to write a short piece of Erotica (do I capitalize it? LOL) describing a scene between the two of them. The inspiration for this challenge came from none other than the King himself, CHRIS HARRISON. Chris has written his OWN erotica novel, The Perfect Letter (pictured above, almost sold out on Amazon) and someone had the brilliant idea to have these girls try their hand at sexy writing for #BachelorNation. It was hysterical. They were all SO bad. We had a few girls going PG but reciting their works in a sexy tone of voice, and we had other girls going all out and breaking the bleep-meter. I thought Good Girl Fran was going to pass out, she was so upset she had to shield her virgin eyes and ears:
Meanwhile, I was cackling. I loved it. I wanted more. I wanted...to be involved. Being a narcissist about 50% of the time is great in situations like this, where I feel completely confident in the fact that I, too, can write an erotica story fit for The Bachelor. I have a core feeling that I will blow these bitches out of the water.
Without further adieu, here is MY erotica submission.
Title: Anticipation
I stand before you, a warm flush rising in my chest, blushing my cheeks, blending in with my backless, shapely red gown. I notice the tiny beads of sweat on the small of my back as I look up at you, expectantly. You stand before me, flawless, in a perfectly tailored suit. You exude the kind of power that makes women fall to their knees at the sight of you; and one woman just did.
But not me. The tension in the air feels like the evening haze after a rainstorm; your face is the only clear image swirling through the mist in my mind.
“Kelly?” You beckon, confident and kind.
This is it. As I inhale before taking my first step towards you, I can feel my heart beating slow, and hard. Its beating echoes to the surface of my skin, every pulse sending a new wave of water onto my sandy shores. With each step, the electricity I feel from you ripples up through the floor…ending inside me. As I get closer, I’m certain we are about to catch fire.
You take me in your arms. Your fingers trace my bare spine as I draw closer into you. Your hands slowly drift towards mine and you grasp them gently, before bringing them to your soft, supple lips. You lightly kiss my fingertips.
“Will you…accept this rose?”
The rest of the girls look on, heartbroken, knowing that my gorilla grip pussy and I, have won The Bachelor.
Catch up on this week's episode of Cutting Stems to hear about the rest of the episode! And lets never talk about this again!
