Paul and Grace

Paul stared at Grace. Grace stared at Paul. They looked around them and saw nothing but empty white space. "Do you have any idea what we are doing here?" Paul asked her.

"Not a clue," she replied.

They continued to peer around, confused by their blank and empty surroundings.

"I'm trying to think of a plot for your characters," I said.

They looked around when they heard my voice.

"Who are you?" Grace called out into the empty sky.

"My name is Alex," I explained, "I am the writer."

"Oh," Paul replied, "So we are characters in a story?"

"Yes," I replied, "I'm trying to think up a scenario and relationship for your characters. It feels like there are a hundred options and yet no options."

Grace asked, "Well why are you writing the story?"

"Well," I said sheepishly, "I'm writing it for erotic purposes."

Grace blushed profusely.

Paul felt flabbergasted. "So, we are just supposed to have sex?" he questioned.

"Yes and no," I replied, "There is also going to be a plot that establishes your relationship and a situation that leads to your encounter."

"Is the story going to keep going after the deed is done?" Paul asked.

"No," I admitted, "It is a short story."

"So, the story just exists to turn people on?" he continued to grill me.

"That is its main purpose," I replied.

"Then why not just describe us having sex and get it over with?" Paul asked.

Grace jumped in this time. "The story makes everything feel more real and believable," she defended.

"Come on," Paul said, "The description of sex is what is going to turn them on and turning them on is the point of writing it. You don't need a big elaborate story."

"Yes, you do," Grace replied, "Sex isn't just the physical act. It is the way they interact and look at each other. It is the build-up of tension and excitement until they finally have their special moment."

"It just seems unnecessary to me," Paul said, "When I'm hungry, I don't need to stare at and smell the food as it's cooked to make me want to eat it even more. I just eat it and move on."

"The story is an important part of the process," I chimed in, "I just need to come up with one."

"Okay," said Paul rolled his eyes, "How about we meet in a dog park, bond over our love of pets, and then have sex?"

Grace scoffed. "That is such a lame story," she explained, "It is totally unrealistic. People wouldn't just meet and have sex."

"If it is all about entertaining a fantasy than why does the story have to be realistic?" Paul asked.

"The more realistic it is, the more real it feels," Grace explained, "Which would turn on the readers more as they imagine it."

"Reality sucks," Paul declared, "That's the whole reason they are reading a sex story in the first place. They want to escape reality. The story doesn't need to be realistic."

"Even if I agreed with that," I said, "The story at least needs to be interesting. A simple 'meet cute' and sex is not very engaging."

"How about this?" Grace started, "We were childhood best friends that got separated when Paul was taken away by a crew of pirates. He was my crush for years and I always fantasized about meeting him again. He finally returns to our village in adulthood, but he is in chains, awaiting to be executed for piracy. I break into the prison, and we have a night of passion before his death."

Paul laughed. "You criticize my story for being unrealistic, and you are going on about pirates and breaking into a prison?" he asked sarcastically.

"Pirates and prisons are real things in history," Grace defended, "Plus it gives the characters an actual relationship that feels real. They don't just meet and bang."

"What relationship?" Paul asked, "They haven't seen each other since they were little kids. On top of that, what kind of loser is she to just sit around fantasizing about this one guy her whole life? Most people would have just moved on in the real world."

"Perhaps I need to come at this from a different angle," I intervened, "Maybe if I give you character descriptions, it will help me to picture a story for you both.

Grace had long obsidian hair, cascading down to the middle of her back. Her soft blue eyes were beautiful. To stare into them, was to stare into a lake of crystal that teemed with vibrant life. Her skin was like flawless ivory, beckoning to be touched. Her curvaceous body was hidden beneath a modest black dress that matched her dark hair. Still, one's eyes couldn't help but trace the lusciousness of her form beneath the surface of the dress.

Paul whistled at the finished description. "Grace is looking hot to trot," he replied, "I think it was a little overly poetic though. Skin can't 'beckon' after all."

"It is part of the process," I explained, "The more detail and the more romanticized the description, the easier it will be for the reader to imagine a beautiful character."

"I like it," Grace said with a smile of pride in her appearance.

Paul had short brown hair and a clean-shaven face. His muscled and tanned arms were exposed thanks to the rolled-up sleeves of his button-down shirt. His chiseled torso was hinted at beneath his business casual apparel. His long beige pants were a reminder of not only his great height and his masculine energy. His devilish smirk seemed to suggest a playfulness that indulged in sin.

"That last line is really good," Grace said. She checked out Paul's newly developed form.

Paul, wanting to enjoy his new body with Grace, came up with an idea. "Say Alex," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"What if the making of the story is the story itself?" Paul asked, "You've already written close to a thousand words at this point, and it is definitely original."

I rather liked the idea. It was a bit postmodern compared to my typical style, but I had been wanting to try something new. I decided to go ahead into the erotic encounter.

Paul wrapped his arms around Grace and pressed his lips passionately against hers. Her tongue poked its way into his mouth, and he allowed his tongue to wrestle with hers. His hands squeezed her ass, enjoying how plump it felt in his hand. Grace moaned into his mouth as she ran her fingers through his hair, gripping it slightly.

Paul broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down the side of her neck to her chest, his hands clawing their way up her backside. He grabbed the straps of her dress on her shoulder and slowly pulled it down, exposing her sumptuous breasts. He planted kisses wildly on her breasts until he reached her left nipple. He licked circles around it as he sucked on it.

His bulge was straining against his pants as he reached down to undo his belt. Grace breathed heavily as she felt herself becoming more and more aroused by the lowering of his kisses. Paul pulled her dress further down as he traced his tongue down her toned stomach and licked her belly button, making her whole body shiver.

He pulled her dress down to her legs, exposing her flower. His tongue took long deep strokes up and down the folds of her pussy. Grace covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her moans as he started to flick his tongue specifically on her clitoris. His hand spanked her ass as he slithered his tongue inside of her. Grace's free hand began to rub her breasts, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure as he sucked on her clitoris.

Paul stood up and undid his pants. He tugged them down, revealing his veiny, hardened cock. He began to grind his shaft against the fold of her pussy. He gripped her hair and kissed her lips passionately again as he slid his cock inside of her, fucking her while standing up.

He pumped his cock into her, making the walls of her pussy stretch from the thickness of his manhood. His balls slapped against her as his hands massaged her breasts, pinning her body up against a wall. Grace's hands clawed at his back as they moved lower and squeezed his taut buttocks.

Paul slowed down and began to make slow, deep, and deliberate thrusts into Grace's womanhood. He felt his rod throbbing inside her as his release was becoming imminent. He told her, "I'm getting ready to cum."

"Pull out and I'll suck you off," she said.

Paul backed up and Grace got onto her knees, his throbbing cock inches from her face. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked it as she put the tip in her mouth, swirling it around it as she sucked on it. She soon began to bob her head up and down on his cock as she sucked it, making him moan aggressively as she felt it pulsing against her tongue. All at once he shot his salty load into her mouth, making her gag slightly as she swallowed it.

As they finished, she stood up.

"The sex scene wasn't bad," Paul said, "Out of curiosity. Why didn't you have me finish inside of her?"

"It just didn't seem to me she would have liked that," I explained to Paul, "Plus it is good to give both parties a sense of control during the sex act, and your character was the active partner for most of it."

"Where did the wall we were having sex against come from?" Grace asked, "We were basically walking around in empty white space a moment ago."

"I don't know," I explained, "It just seemed right that you both should be standing while having sex. In order to do that well, there needed to be something to be up against. Alot of the writing for these sex scenes is just intuitive. I just get myself turned on and just go with whatever comes into my head in that moment. It is all just instinct."

They both just shrugged.