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Her breath hitched as she took him in, his cock turgid and throbbing, veins pulsing with desire. She could see it, feel the heat radiating, the urgency. She licked her lips, eager to taste him, to feel him on her tongue, to hear his groan as she took him deep, to watch him lose control.

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Sometimes one can get caught up in turgid prose and forget the main purpose of sensual writing:

Arousal. Of the body, of the mind, of the senses. Bringing a reader to life with need and desire on every level. One can overcomplicate it or grab their intended and say, "Fuck me, Sire, please?"

Your erotica prompt for Thursday, September 24 is “turgid.”

As always, explicit language is allowed — nay, encouraged.

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It was such a cliche, but Billy couldn't fight it anymore. The young man, new to college life outside of the Christian academies that got him this far.

Ms. Thompson, his English 101 professor, generated such concupiscence with her tight skirts and blouse buttons clinging to propriety.

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Seeing all the pictures and reading the literature my moots post here everyday hard triggers my concupiscence. 😵‍💫

While perhaps not the intended output for such a stellar prompt, it is nevertheless very true. 🥰

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I'm gonna cheat on today's prompt:

The definition of concupiscence can be summed up with this piece by @benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.org

www.literotica.com/s/logismoi

And it is damn well worth a read.

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Your erotica prompt for Wednesday, September 23 is “concupiscence.”

As always, explicit language is allowed — nay, encouraged.

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Shira, standing proudly at two inches in height, has a smug smirk on hir snout. "When you said you wanted a little girl, you weren't thinking this small, were you?"

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He leaned against the doorway as he lazily gazed into the tub, where I lay submerged with a languorous smile beneath the water. His lips twisted into a grin as he came over and put his hands behind my neck, pulled my head up from the water, and kissed me before I could take a breath.

She hung languorously from the ceiling by her wrist, her legs splayed with no effort to hold herself upright. Her whipping had been severe, my need to hurt her high. My hand tips her chin up, kissing her trembling lips as her tears fell.

“Such pretty suffering my pet. Now, let’s continue.”

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Your erotica prompt for Tuesday, September 22 is “languorous.”

As always, explicit language is allowed — nay, encouraged.

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I bite my lip and look up at him. The scolding is playful, but we still know the rules and had disobeyed.

Then again, sometimes little girls disobey to get the kind of attention they crave. And the urge to double down is irresistible. "Nope." My smile is sharp as he stretches his fingers.

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When he finally slipped his cock out, the lewdest pucker she had ever heard graced her ears. Too fatigued to keep upright, she skidded down the door. Tongue spooling out of her mouth, she felt like a little girl trying to catch snowflakes, flinching as the gooey streams landed anywhere but.
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Hearing voices, I pushed forward, into the brush. There, on her knees was an adorable woman, brunette hair tied into pigtails.

Before her stood a brute of a man, "Are you my little girl?"

As she reached for his hard cock, she answered, "I am, Sir."

It's a shame that voyeurism is a crime.

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