/r/litvideos
Literature videos and podcasts. Spoken word poetry, fiction readings, author interviews, short films, reviews, online courses, audiobooks, plays, literary porn, videos promoting books, or ideas uploaded directly by the authors or publishers. Digital recording as literature, without rules or boundaries. Evil PBS, basically.
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/r/litvideos
The plush pile of the carpet tickles. An acquaintance let us in to this apartment in make-ready for the day. Sounds of power-tooled construction through the ceiling above. Air conditioning set low; skin energized from the chill breeze whooshing through the vent. Her brown eyes looking up at him from his lap, pupils wide and lipsticked red matching strategically her lacy undergarments. She is smiling, her eyelids an exaggerated slowness, like a '20s screen star. One bottle of wine rests drained on the linoleum of the kitchen floor, another by the ice chest is half full. Her lips and tongue moist and tasting of experience recent and future wanting. Our tongues slide very lazily and snail-like, tasting and feasting in each other. Her fingers curling in the back of his neck, pulling her up as his arm does the same around her now nude back. Her body is a dream of perfection. We walked here hours ago. Sweat is visible despite the chill breezes on both of us. We are purring as felines deep in our throats, the vibrations harmonizing in unison....
Her hand finds his, grasps firmly, does not let go. They are curled around each other now - a human yin-yang in panties and boxer briefs.
His lips trace her jawline and back up, back down the other side. Though he shaved yesterday: an audible scratch he carefully tries to minimize with lighter, deliberate pressure. He can smell her - all her heated folds - she is real, notta fantasy, not made of soap and perfume but the finest and sexiest lustful enticements....
Fingers clutching in false but insistent desperation at both underwears - both exhibiting dark spots of dampness. Hers being smaller and offering less resistance, are off of ankles first. " Mmmm. I won the race, " he thinks, making a playful unconscious growling hungry sound as he lifts her gorgeous hips off the carpet, resting her on his arms and curling his forearms around her thighs. There is no protest....
Placing his tongue at the base of her labia and slowly lubricating upwards with his saliva, two of his fingers gently make an upside-down peace sign, pulling back and exposing her clitoris....
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