Ben is a very chilled person, meaning the two of us rarely argue. But occasionally we have a little squabble over a little misunderstanding. This happened last week. I told Ben I wanted to go to bed early so I could read some of our novella and look for typos to correct.
Ben misheard me. All he heard was “I want to go to bed early Ben”, which he interpreted as, “I want to have sex Ben”. I snuggled up in bed with my book and began reading. I could hear Ben was in the shower. I was just becoming engrossed in a scene where our main character Leah picks up a guy in a nightclub…when I felt Ben’s hands grab my ankles and drag me across the bed towards him.
I looked at him with that “What the hell are you doing?” expression that makes him anxious. (I have a habit of giving him “looks that could kill”, although I never have a cross word for him.) It was enough to stop him in his tracks. He was all like, “What’s up Baby?” I reminded Ben that I wanted to spend time scrutinising the books to find any errors. Ben asked me why I was lying on the bed naked.
Why was I laid out on the bed naked? Well, how do you read literotica? Isn’t it best read naked? As I was reading passages I could feel my nipples harden and my vagina clenching. Surely literotica is not just about building a mental picture, or churning emotions. It calls for an almost interactive experience as your own body responds to the descriptions of the characters engaging in foreplay and making love.
By this point, Ben was in the mood to join me in bed. Coming in and finding me naked was a catalyst for him to want to have some fun. So he put his knees on the bed and reached for the book and closed it. He put it down on the bedside table and began to kiss my tummy. I love it when Ben kisses my tummy, it’s real cute.
He asked me where I was up to in the book. After I told him the title, he raised his eye-brow and told me he could pretend to be Trent if I liked. So the five minutes or so of reading erotic fiction became a very physical experience as we roleplayed, pretending to be our own fictional characters. Writing literotica and blogging about sex as a couple is great fun – I am not going to be shy about stating the obvious!