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[WP] It wasn't meant to be like this[fsub][blkmail] | tick tick tick
Stella was late for the meeting. That wasn't like her.
Eventually, she arrived.
"Sorry about that, there was an accident on the downtown connector." Her hair was disarrayed, her blouse unbuttoned by three buttons, and her skirt lopsided. Did she just get out of bed? It's three in the afternoon!
"Let's begin, shall we? Our quarterly earnings have been going down lately, and it's incredibly evident in your department Larson."
I blanch. "I can explain..."
"I don't need an explanation, I need results," she smiles patronizingly. She moves on to the rest of the meeting, but I seethe in my swivel chair.
That evening before I leave, I have to drop a report by her office. The door is locked, but I have clearance on my card. I swipe in and leave the report on her desk, only to see her computer is still on. No way...
She's hooked up her digital camera and there are pictures of her bound and gagged in nothing but lingerie, and sometimes even less. In the background are a pair of strong burly hands that are...wait a minute, that watch looks familiar. My boss has the same one. That could be a coincidence, right?
"What are you doing in here?" I turn around.
"You slut." I cluck my tongue mockingly.
"I could fire you for breaking in here." She huffs.
"And I could do much worse if word got out about this." I point to the screen and her eyes bulge as she notices.
"I already uploaded them onto my phone," I lie. "So, we're going to have to be on better terms if you want them back."
| 2 | 0 | 3 |
[WP] Making the party more interesting [FFM+] | Wow, I can't believe I'm really doing this.
It's so unreal, just sitting in my cotton panties and bar in front of all my friends, but it doesn't feel weird. I feel my face flush, and my nipples poke through the thin material of my bra as I sit with my legs crossed, my pussy feeling the air run over it and feeling myself get a little wet.
Meredith has crawled over to sit on James's lap and is making out with him. It looks like they want to put on a show, he's grabbed her breast and he's kneading it, while his other hand runs over her thigh. Her hand slides over his chest and down into the darkness of his basketball shorts as he sighs. Some of us ignore him, but a few of the guys holler and try to direct the action.
"Join in Em!"
"Yeah, Emily, you're already halfway there."
Really? Am I going to? I blush, but I can't help but stare as James has unhooked Meredith's bra and is sucking on her nipples. I know there's a wet spot on my panties as I get up, walk over and kiss her, grabbing her free breast as she gasps in surprise and my other hand grabs her hair.
James gives me some space as I kiss down her neck and soft tummy, my nose getting tickled by her vellus hairs as I get closer to her pussy, wet and musky as her breathing gets heavier. I start to lightly kiss her lips, licking as my tongue then moves over her labia, my hands massaging her thighs.
It isn't long after that I feel as pair of hands unhooking my own bra, and another sliding down my panties.
"Oh shit, she's already wet!" I hear from you, and there's some laughs. A few people have taken out their phones, and it makes me feel exhilarated. With more enthusiasm, I start to move to Meredith's clit, licking it and sucking as I hear her gasp and her hips twitch. Soon enough, I can taste her salty liquid flowing across my lips while more pairs of hands grope my tits and a finger is entering my own pussy. I relax when a thumb circles my own clit, and I start to relax as my motions match in movement with others.
Meredith has moved by now and is sucking James's cock, while another girl we know, Claire, has started licking his asshole. She was always a shy one, I'd never expect that from *her*
Some of the others are still afraid to join in, covertly touching themselves in the corner.
It isn't until I feel a cock slide in me though, that the real fun begins. I look to see if it's James, but he's now fucking Meredith. Much to my surprise, it's you. As I turn around to a better position, I play with my clit and start pushing myself onto your cock with my thighs. I keep panting and gasping, sweat forming all over my body.
I've fantasized about your cock for a while you know. Always tried to sneak a look at those pool parties. But wow, you are so much bigger than I expected. It almost hurts, but it's amazing as I push myself harder onto you, taking you all in as my tits bounce ferociously and I can't think of anything more than what it feels like to be fucked, taken in the most primal way by you. Another guy tries to get in and slide his cock into my mouth, but you aren't having any of that. The rest of them can only watch, or make their own groups.
Meredith is letting another cock in, I can her moans as a cock slides in her ass and they start to pound her. How did all my friends learn to do this? I'd only been with one guy before, and we never did stuff like this.
I can't really think about that too much, I'm too focused on you thrusting hard and powerfully inside me as you turn me over, preparing my ass. I'd never done anal before, and while I was scared, the animal instinct inside me and my quivering body was more than ready. | 3 | 0 | 7 |
[WP] I'm the babysitter, and it looks like you're wife is working late tonight | And your staying late ;-) | 1 | 0 | 3 |
[WP] I'm the babysitter, and it looks like you're wife is working late tonight | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 3 |
[WP] I'm the babysitter, and it looks like you're wife is working late tonight | Bill walked into his house, and was quite shocked. The living room was like it usually was, only with a lovecraftian mass of tentacles writhing over the sofa, trapping his daughter Susie under its girth. "I'm the babysitter" a wet orifice at the end of one of the tentacles gurgled, its shaft running sensually across Suzie's neck before the entire mass retreated back into her esophagus. "Looks like your wife is working late tonight" another voice informed Bill from between his legs. The mass had already wrapped around his ankles and was holding on tight, Bill was just as trapped as his daughter. They both were violated by the babysitter, and no one ever found their bodies after. | 2 | 0 | 3 |
[WP] Baby sitting? | Ugh, the weather was awful. Stupid Noreaster shit. My volleyball tournament was cancelled, so instead of the adrenaline rush of the perfect spike or the thrill of the perfect powerful serve, I was stuck on the last bus home.
I didn't know what I'd do. Mom and Dad were not going to be home, and it was Spring Break (most of my friends back home were probably in Cabo.)
I sigh as I turn my spare key and step into the door, shaking myself dry. My parents told me they hired a sitter from Donny, probably some old lady.
I'm sopping wet, and freezing as the snow melts from the heating. I pull off my boots and throw my jacket to the ground, taking off items of clothing as I walk around the kitchen. The nanny's probably asleep by now, old people don't stay up past nine anyway.
I'm now in my underwear as I pour myself a glass of juice. I hate wet underwear. I'm still cold as I rub my hands over my arms and I feel goosebumps over my body.
Well, no one's up. I unhook my bra and pull off the panties, clinging to my waist.
It feels liberating to be completely naked in my own house, and I like it. I make myself a sandwich and walk over to the dining room.
I think it's strange that the light's on, but I don't think anything about it until I see someone sitting down. I gasp, almost dropping my plate. She looks just as shocked, it's a she. And, she's wearing *my* clothes?
"If you're a squatter, I think you should leave now." I say in my calmest authoritarian voice.
She tells me she could call the cops on me, but it's not a crime to be in my own house.
"Oh, so you're the other one." I'm not sure I like the sound of that. I guess she knew my reputation as the spoiled princess in the all girls college.
I huff and sit down, eating my sandwich and pretending nothing is out of the ordinary. "That shirt looks better on me," I tease her.
She asks me if I want it back, and before I can tease her any more, she takes it off and flings it at me, grinning.
Oh, wow. What a rack. I bite my lip as I take her in, taut perky breasts and nice plump nipples, already a bit puffy. I shift in my chair as I lean closer.
"Is this heading where I think it is?"
"I don't know, what did you think was going to happen?"
I stand up, slowly walking toward her, eyeing her hungrily.
"Well," My hand runs over her shoulder. "I was thinking we would maybe kiss."
My hand runs further down, cupping her breast. "Maybe we'd explore each other," My thumb rubs her nipple as I nuzzle into her neck. She laughs. She's ticklish.
"Then maybe we'd spend a sweaty evening with our bodies entwined, our limbs fighting and yielding to our desires." My other hand runs down her firm belly and over her pussy.
"All that?" She smirks. "You could have just said you wanted to fuck me."
"Well, I like to embellish. My parents aren't paying fifty thousand dollars on my education to go for the obvious." | 3 | 0 | 5 |
[FF] 50 Words, Describe the ending of a sex scene for a post-apocalyptic world | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 5 |
[FF] 50 Words, Describe the ending of a sex scene for a post-apocalyptic world | The first light streams through the cracks in the walls. A sound near me brings back memories of last night. Its been a while since I've been with a woman, a while since I've even seen another person. I roll over and I'm met with the barrel of a gun, my gun. Behind the gun are those green eyes. Those eyes I first saw 2 days ago. She has my bag, my gun, my supplies. Without a word she leaves. And I'm alone again. In the dust and emptiness. I lie back and smile. Ahh those green eyes. | 5 | 0 | 5 |
[FF] 50 Words, Describe the ending of a sex scene for a post-apocalyptic world | The big man finally gets out of her. He pulls his pants up, while she washes away the cum on her thigh. The man take three cans of food out of his bag before walking away. Her inner, former self still feel shame; she is just happy to have a renewable ressource in this world. | 4 | 0 | 5 |
[Meta] Submit these as scripts to be read by /r/GoneWildAudio | This is a great idea. I'd love to do a collab, or have people be able to show off their final product. Maybe I can add an option for scripts? I'm still unsure as to the rules for GWA, but I love this | 1 | 0 | 3 |
Bill was working late at Jimmy John's sub palace when he was about to go home when one final person passed through the driveway with the order of a spicy Italian meatball sub. | (my assumption is they walked in the front door. I haven't been in a Jimmy Johns with a drive through.)
The night was about to wrap up. Two minutes to close. I normally don't close solo, but it's been a really slow night. Apparently this Saturday night isn't a good night for subs. Fine by me, meant I could send everyone home early, even after we got the whole place clean and ready to close. But of course, a customer pulls up. I know they are coming in, since we are the only place still open in this strip.
But then she got out, holy fuck!!! It was like it was out of a movie. The first thing I saw was the heels. Black very high heels, my eyes naturally followed up to her leg and it was looking amazing. Then the damn door was in the way.
But I didn't have to wait long. When she stood up getting out of the car, I'm surprised a whistle didn't escape my lips. Her long black curly locks fell down around her face, and what a face it was, beautiful eyes, amazing cheeks and full lips. Wow. My gaze moved down, almost reluctantly. They were met with a hot sexy red dress, tight in all the right places. And a very nice plunging neck line. Showing of her smooth skin and ample cleavage. The dress hugged her hips wonderfully, showing that her breasts weren't the only amazing curves on her body.
She smiled as she walked into the door, obviously enjoying me staring at her, I just hope I wasn't drooling. She walked up to the counter, and only when she spoke did I snap out of my trance.
"I'll take an italian sub, extra sauce please."
That voice, it was so damn sexy, and seemed familiar too. I swear I've heard it before.
"And i'll take some chips and a drink Billy," she added with a smile, before I could ask.
Billy?!?! No one called me Billy any more. And I didn't even have my name tag on anymore. How did she...no way...
"Susie?" I ask, looking her up and down again. Wow, she's no longer the nerdy girl who sat next to me in math class. Glasses are gone, braces are gone, hair done up. Wow, what a transformation. I always thought she looked cute in high school, and we had fun in math class, helping each other out on homework, flirting a bit.
But now, wow. Did I say that yet?
"Yep, how you doing Billy," she asks shyly. I would have NEVER thought she'd ever wear a get up like this, but damn she pulled it off.
I put my arms up, like I'm showing off the place. "Doing great, assistant manager at the neighborhood jimmy Johns." I laugh, and Susie laughs with me. We did seem to have the same sense of humor. "And trying to make it through college, how about you Susie?"
"Just enjoying college life, and try out new things." she says looking down.
"Well I have to say those new things look great on you." Susie blushes at the compliment.
She hands me her card, and I ring it up, then move to make the sandwich.
"And what brings you to these parts Susie?"
"I'm looking at going to graduate school, and your school is one of the best."
"You really want to go to school for another two years?" I ask with a smile.
"I do surprisingly."
I hand Susie her sandwich, "If you are ok with keeping me company while I clean up and close for the night, I'd be happy have you over to my place to talk about how great my school is, and anything else you had in mind."
Susie blushes, "Sounds like a great plan."
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And that kids is when your mother and I first met, well, met again, and the rest is history.
Charlie starts to chuckle, "Whats so funny Charlie?"
"I know that you didn't talk about school that night." he says, still laughing.
"Why," I ask, wondering where he's going with this.
"You said it was 15 years ago, today, the day after valentine's day."
"Yes." Damn kid, get to the point.
"Hey Danny, you get it yet." Charlie says to his older brother Danny.
Danny looks at him odd, then gets red in the face, realizing his birthday in in 9 months.
Oh fuck, why does Charlie have to always go there, Susie isn't going to be happy about me sharing this story now... | 4 | 0 | 3 |
[wp] Mad scientist | Sinews and wires mesh together as I sew her skin, smooth as alabaster with dark blue veins. She was beautiful, but that was secondary to the merit of her value to mankind.
Imagine, if I can do what men before me have failed, to make the perfect android, submissive and intelligent, the appliance of the future, I could solve so many of the world's problems. Human trafficking will be a thing of the past, so will prostitution, disease, and the psychological debilitation of loneliness!
I stare at her, for a moment thinking I could see her chest rise, but it is just my imagination, I haven't flipped on the switch.
She is a mix of robotics and synthetic flesh. She feels just like a woman, but she will only obey my commands. Of course, with her AI, she has the ability to learn, but her decisions will be based on what *I* want, making her the perfect mate.
I walk around her, examining any last minute touch ups. No, she is perfect. Her hair cascades over her face and shoulders as she rests supine, her long legs curled on the lab bench, toes curled. I better turn her on.
Securing the wires to her wrists, nipples, and feet, I let the current pulse through her, allowing life to enter. There is a buzz as the voltage incases, and her eyes flicker open. Yes. Yes!
Soon enough, she jolts up and stares at me with her large grey eyes, panting, a glitch in her programming no doubt.
Encouraged by my success, I turn off the voltage and run over to her. I undo the wires, and embrace her, kissing her neck and holding her tightly to me.
"Oh my darling, you don't know how I've watched and waited all these months, dreaming of the moment I could touch you, hold you and you'd respond to me."
*"Please select a language"*
I blink. Of course, she's still on factory settings. She's still an android, still unable to do more than what I program. I sigh, and set her back on the table, eyeing her beautiful hue body, but realizing that though I've pined for her on my bench, she is just as lifeless as she was when she was just circuits and plastic.
*"Choisissez une langue s'il vous plaît."*
But, even in my loneliness, I still have her, and she is my obedient slave.
"Get up."
*"Elige un idioma, por favor"*
"English." Her neck snaps back and she looks straight at me, a gaze more intense, and completely full of anger, though I'm probably imagining things.
"Get up and stand in front of me." Slowly, I hear the whirring of her joints as she lifts herself up, jumps off the bench and walks toward me in a fluid movement. She stands an inch away from me, and I see the imitation of breathing, but feel no warm air on me. I step forward, closing in the distance, and I kiss her. She is warm, soft, but she doesn't react. I let go.
"Kiss me back please, and mean it."
"I don't understand."
"I gave you a built in search engine, search for the word passionate." Her eyes dull and her face goes blank for a second or two, before she starts to kiss voraciously.
With a strength I didn't realize she had, she grabs me and carries me to the lab bench, pinning me down. She pulls down my pants as her hand wraps around my cock in a tight grip and I yelp. "Too tight."
It takes some trail and error, but soon enough, her thick lips wrap around my member, as her hands run over my bare skin, and she holds me down, feeling the constriction and tightness of her mouth, and its moist softness surrounding me. I feel endorphins rushing through my body, the sudden sensation of being wound up, as I can't believe in the span of less than five minutes, I've been incapacitated by my own creation, unable to do anything more than react to her. | 3 | 0 | 8 |
[WP] Mile high club in a private jet. | Themes with the mile high club could also be on a commercial jet in the bathroom, or sparsely fill seats leads to an orgy in first class. | 2 | 0 | 2 |
Suggestions and opinions! | Is this a new sub? I want to put up a bunch of prompts to help get it started but because there is no one here, submissions don't do that well. That means it takes longer and longer for me to do a next post if I keep hanging out here. Is there something reddit can do about submitting posts on new subs? | 1 | 0 | 4 |
Suggestions and opinions! | I'm not sure. This sub was created a week ago, so I think it's just how that works, but we try to get to prompts when we can. Red and I will fill any prompt you give us, but it's been difficult encouraging more posters, probably due to the nature of the material. | 1 | 0 | 4 |
Suggestions and opinions! | Try and promote the sub, get more subscribers in -
http://www.reddit.com/r/CheckUsOut/
http://www.reddit.com/r/Subredditpublicity/
http://www.reddit.com/r/promotereddit/
http://www.reddit.com/r/reddits/
http://www.reddit.com/r/freepromote/
http://www.reddit.com/r/subreddits/
http://www.reddit.com/r/newsubreddits/
http://www.reddit.com/r/promote/
http://www.reddit.com/r/gnureddits/
http://www.reddit.com/r/newreddits/
http://www.reddit.com/r/shamelessplug/
Also, new mods can be found at /r/needamod
Check out /r/modclub
CSS help at /r/csshelp
Once the community starts to form and it gets off its feet, so to speak, see if other similar subs can feature you. For example - /r/gonewildaudio, /r/bedtimestories, /r/pillowtalkaudio, and all the subreddits listed in the siderbar of those subs, etc. | 2 | 0 | 4 |
Suggestions and opinions! | I think another way to get subscribers to this sub is talk to other dirty lit subs and get on their "You might also like" lists. I saw r/DirtyFlashFiction and r/DirtyPenpals for starters | 1 | 0 | 4 |
Suggestions and opinions! | Is there a joint contest you could hold with other erotic literature websites like literotica? It would promote both of you at once. Probably doesn't help the other guy out that much till you get more subscribers. | 1 | 0 | 4 |
Suggestions and opinions! | Personally, I'd like to see higher standards for prompts. The fact that most of them don't even have text in the body is kind of a turn-off, for me. Maybe I'm bringing too many of my own expectations from the sub I moderate (/r/dirtypenpals), but it comes off to me like a lack of effort or engagement in the prompt, and as a potential contributor it leaves me feeling like this is kind of a one-way street.
That's just me, though - clearly others here feel differently! | 1 | 0 | 4 |
Suggestions and opinions! | I'm not a big fan of the One prompt submission idea per week. Yes, if there's like 10 prompts for the same thing (which seems unlikely) that would be a bit odd, but as it stands now we're not getting enough prompts. I think someone who has a ton of prompt ideas should be able to submit a whole bunch.
If you want to limit repeats, telling people to only submit 1 prompt per week is not the way to do it - instead you should just be more active moderating, or just encourage the community to self-moderate via upvotes/downvotes.
Also, not all submissions have to be well-written. In the beginning most people are here just to get their fantasies piqued, not searching out for that killer sex story. If someone posts a kind of shitty sex story, that's ok. But if everyone's too scared to post because they feel like their writing skills aren't as good as the top submissions, then people aren't going to post as much. | 1 | 0 | 4 |
[WP]write a backyard jacuzzi scene as seen from the neighbor's window. | My neighbors Heather and John were fresh out of college. The first time I saw them was the day they moved in. They both had athletic builds. I think they met in Track or something. I saw them on my way home from high school. John heaved up a bulky looking micro wave and the cord fell to the ground. He looked like he was struggling so I ran up to help him. He said thanks and we introduced each other. I followed him into the house. As he walked past the living room his girlfriend called out to him. "I can't wait to fuck you on this couch". He froze for a second and I followed him past the door way to see Heather laying on the couch with one leg propped up. It was still mostly empty, a few boxes and the couch. It was summer time and she so she was wearing a form fitting orange Tshirt and tight khaki shorts. We locked eyes and she went pale.
"Shit John why didn't you tell me you brought a kid in the house?"
"We just now met, how was I supposed to know."
"You could have warned me!"
"*You* could have warn *me*."
My eyes came off her when the microwave chord tugged me into the kitchen. He set it down and turned towards me.
"Thanks for the help. I think I can handle the rest. Here's five bucks not to tell your parents we're a bad influence."
I could hear their argument trail off as I left the house. I quickly got myself inside and ran up to the bathroom to jerk it. That image stuck in my mind all week. It wasn't terribly award when I met them coming and going from the house but it got better. A few months later and a couple back yard barbecues, I saw a truck pull up to install their new jacuzzi in the back yard. They seemed very excited about its' installation. The thought of seeing a hot college blond in a wet bikini is what got me excited.
My bedroom faced their house and sometimes I tried to see something in their bedroom or something. It was fruitless. They kept the blinds well regulated and I wasn't even sure if their bedroom was on this side of the house. The jacuzzi was another story. As it was being installed they put up wooden privacy fencing so neighbors couldn't see in but my room was at the perfect angle. Almost nothing was blocked.
As I figured, that night they took it out for a spin. It was around 9 o'clock when I heard them put on some Al Green. It wasn't very loud, in fact I barely heard it. The sun was going down and they we're walking around their back deck in swim suits. His was just long plain black shorts but hers was hot. It was a teal blue with a black trim over the top. She didn't have humongous boobs but they complimented her smooth tight abs. The light from the jacuzzi under lit them both when they turned out the porch light.
John stuck his foot in the water to test the temperature, then he walked over to a panel on the wall by the back door. Heather looked around to check the fence coverage on her tip toes. Her body language suggested she was still unsure of the idea but firmly excited. This seemed promising. I didn't want them to see me creeping on them so I put my books away and turned out my light. When I came back and settled in next to the window, John was gone and Heather was standing up to her calves in the glow of the water. She took another step down. The water was now just below her crotch. she bent her knees to dip in slightly then she stood straight up. she looked down and stuck her thumbs under the waist straps of her bottom. My heart leaped this was it. She ran them towards the front and back to the sides. For a second I thought she was going to drop 'em. She didn't but she made the motion again but this time I got a view almost the whole way down her pants. From my distant I could clearly tell she was clean shaven besides a short patch down the center. I was gonna need some binoculars.
I shuffled around through my drawers for a couple minutes, stumbling in the dark. Got it! Back to the window!
Heather had made it in up to her boobs. She was relaxing with her arms stretched out to the side. Her head turned when John came out with a trey full of fancy looking drinks with layered colors. He went back for another trip bringing out chips, some sort dip and cheese. I felt like I was watching a professional. Heather turned around and stood up in the pool when it was clear he was there to stay. Her glowing body dripped shimmering water like a beast from the sea. Little rivulets drained off her fingers, elbows tits and ass. It was beautiful.
She stepped out of the jacuzzi to give him a passionate kiss. His hand naturally came up to thread through her hair. It lasted for a good minute. When they came apart she was tracing her fingers on his chest. They were saying something. I couldn't hear any of it. They made their way back into the water.
They were facing away from me about 45 degrees. That was a little bit of a buzz kill, but I was patient and fairly confident they would get busy. It was just a matter of whether or not it would be outside. They didn't get right to it by any means. They sat drinking and talking for half an hour or more. My concentration was fading at this point. They were each about three drinks in when I noticed something moving in John's lap. She must have been playing with his junk. I was back on watch. After this revelation I noticed their heads and shoulders were closer together. to be continued...
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[WP]Write three consecutive dirty Haiku (5,7,5). 1st one is foreplay, 2nd one is the deed, 3rd is the finish. | <---
She's on the dance floor
My lovely wife, grinding her ass
into the young girl's pussy.
--->
<---
Back at home we fuck.
Spread legs, two fingers in her ass
My penis plowing her pussy.
--->
<---
Cuddling now and drifting off
still naked, dick fondeled against her ass.
imagining the young girl's pussy.
---> | 2 | 0 | 8 |
[WP]Write three consecutive dirty Haiku (5,7,5). 1st one is foreplay, 2nd one is the deed, 3rd is the finish. | Warm breath in my ear
Lips caress tender nipples
*Need* you inside me
| 1 | 0 | 8 |
[WP]Write three consecutive dirty Haiku (5,7,5). 1st one is foreplay, 2nd one is the deed, 3rd is the finish. | Eyes look to my waist.
Big breath with the thought, bulge swells.
Hands reach to probe me.
--->
<---
The hand slips me in,
I get lost in her wet touch.
Scream, shake, and shudder.
--->
<---
Breath heavy, we catch eyes.
Sweat drips, I pull her near me.
The breeze chills, warm body.
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[WP] foreplay(only) after video games in your messy poster filled highschool bedroom. | "Finish Him!" The deep voice of Mortal Kombat boomed. Forward. Down. Forward. Y.
Sub Zero raises his hands on the screen in front of him, freezes Sonya, steps forward to kick into her, shattering her defeated body into pieces.
I throw my controller at Angie's lap, and rise up to celebrate her defeat. My hands are raised above my head, I am bouncing, hooting to simulate the roar of the crowd. "Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!"
She grabs my legs, pulls me to the ground, rolls her body to a sitting position on top of me. "Angie! Angie!" She mocks, like a roaring crowd herself.
"Who's winning now. Not so amazing in the real world. You just got taken down by a girl." She has a devilish smirk. Her hands are holding my shoulders against the ground, her legs are spread across my lap, positioned perfectly to put just a teasing amount of pressure against my cock.
This is the closest to the grand prize I have ever been. Truthfully this is the closest to any prize I have ever been. My boxers, my Levi 501 button fly jeans, her jeans, and whatever panties she is wearing is all that separate us. Right now, right here, pinned to ground with four layers of clothing between us , this is sadly the high point of my high school sex life.
"I am," I reply, sliding my thumbs around her hips and gripping the small of her back with my hands. I easily roll her over, my 140 pounds easily moving her 95 pound frame underneath me.
Suddenly, I am on top of her. My crotch pressed against hers harder than she had teased against mine: my hands, still positioned around her hips, fingers aimed toward her ass: my chest pinning down her small perky chest: my face half an inch from hers, so close the frames of our glasses are touching.
Silent and perfectly still. I can see every perfect freckle of her perfect face framing her perfect blue eyes. I can smell the green apple aroma of her long braided red hair. I can feel every inch of my body covering over every inch of hers. Still I freeze; silent and perfectly still.
We both breathe, looking in each other eyes, both so nervous the tension feels like it has tripled the gravitational pull of room. Another breath, still both motionless, the rooms temperature has spiked too.
A third breath, both wanting to move forward, both as inexperienced as the other.
I had kissed a girl before; at party, at a movie theater, at the mall. Only kisses, and never in a situation like this. Never in my room. Never alone with a just a girl, parents out at the grocery store. Never with someone who wanted to kiss back so deeply and so passionately we could melt into each other. Never, anything to bring any shred of experience to this moment.
Fourth breath, I twitch just a bit, grinding my crotch against hers just a bit harder, my hands slipping just a centimeter closer to cupping her ass.
Fifth breath, eyes penetrating into each other, the tension now escalated like the pressure of the water pinned in by the Hoover dam. This dam, will crack. This pressure will release.
Sixth breath, another grind, another centimeter down with my hands.
Seventh breath, the explosion! My face drops that last millimeter of separation. Our glasses frames slide off each other as our tongues force themselves into the others mouth. My hands slide down, fully gripping her ass, and raising her from behind to match the pressure against our crotches with the force of my grinding down.
The dam has split, we kiss, we grind. She pushes her chest up into mine. My hands, as if no previous experience or training is required, release from her as and move toward those tits, instinctively sliding up her plaid flannel shirt as they go.
Our tongues are still wrestling each other as I cup her little breasts in my hand through her bra. I squeeze and release in time with my tongue, not knowing anything else to do.
Several minutes pass like this till she pushes my body up, sits up, and unclasps her bra herself. This is the first moment I have seen real tits, on a real girl, in my real reality. I reach forward and touch the very tips of her of her nipples with the very tips of my fingers. I continue to slide my fingers, forming a v against her pale pink aerolas, the way I had many times before only in my mind
I lean my face back into hers, wanting to be in contact with her every way I can. I am grazing her tits with my fingers as I aim toward her eyebrow to kiss around the silver piercing that first attracted me to her. I kiss across, down the bridge of her nose, then to the right just bit to circle her nose stud with kisses. I cross my kisses back to the tip of her nose, my fingers still fumbling with the nipples of her breast.
We continue like this. Kisses across her face, down the left side of neck. Pecks crossing to the right side, and continuing back up her neck. Next, I kiss down the middle of her neck, continuing down into the valley between those breasts that are occupying my fingers.
I move my hands aside and gently peck the tip of her nipple with just my lips. Next, another peck, this time using the tip of my tongue. I then slowly slide my tongue down the lower side of the aerola till I can take that whole nipple to be softly sucked into my mouth.
This continues for several minutes, my lips switching from breast to breast suckling those sweet pink nipples. My hands sliding up and down across her stomach, across the top of her hips. Then comes the moment when these fingers get emboldened.
I slide my middle finger into her pants leaving it there for a second to see if I get a negative reaction. I do not, so I use the other fingers to unclasp the button and slide down the zipper as I continue to suck on her breast. I begin to massage her, my hands sliding across her green cotton panties. I can feel the moisture seeping through them as I press one finger just a little bit into her, inside her lips, only a finger between the panties and part of me being in side her.
As I move the panties to the side, proceeding to slide my finger inside her with nothing between us, she follows my lead and begins to unbutton the top and following four buttons of my Levi 501s.
My pointer and middle finger sliding slowly against the lips and tips of her vagina as she slides her first finger brushing the tip of the head of my penis.
"Bobby! Bobby are you here?" My mom shouts as she opens the door from the garage into the house. "I need your help carrying in the groceries."
Finished, in an instant with so far left to go.
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So, I write a reply to a prompt and then I say '1'? or if someone else says 1 do I say 2?
And is it per thread or throughout the entire sub? | 2 | 0 | 3 |
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[OT]what types of stories are people interested in writing about? | I agree. It's easy to get carried away in writing the prompt, but maybe it would be better to start smaller to leave more room for possibilities, and more inclusiveness | 1 | 0 | 2 |
[WP]"Hey, I've got a cabin in the woods. We should all go up for the weekend" | "Hey, I've got this cabin up in the woods. We should all go up for the weekend" she told Chloe over the phone as she continued jacking me off with her free hand. "Talk to Alex and ask him if we wants to come this weekend," she looked up at me giving me a devilish grin and barely touching the tip of my dick with her tongue.
"Ok, bye sweetie!" She wrapped up her call interjecting "Promise me you'll talk to him. We'll totally make him come with us."
Ending the call on her phone, she turns the attention of both hands to my nearly exploding dick. "There you go Mr. Alex" she smirked. "This weekend you, me, and Chloe at daddy's cabin. You'll finally have the chance to slide this wonderful penis inside this hot, wet, pussy." She removed one of her hands from my dick and slid it between the folds of her pussy.
Oh how I wanted to fuck her. I had wanted to fuck her since before I met her. It was an odd path that had led us here, to this situation where she was arranging a setup with my girlfriend where we could finally fuck. It was a long path, from where we met to finally being within reach of the weekend at that cabin.
I "met" Sara when I provided a very detailed explanation of the non visible portions of her room in a PM following a very hot set of pics of her petite little body, covered from head to toe in the cutest freckles, on Reddit's Gone Wild. I could provide that description because this petite little vixen, pictured here on my screen happened to be my girlfriend's roommate, a fact I quickly realized, noticing Chloe's room behind her.
She found the idea of naughty chat with her roommates BF to be very exciting. For the first several months our teasing and flirting was nothing more than an online fancy for us both. We'd tease each other, we'd tease about Chloe. I'd tell her about about every vanilla detail of mine and Chloe's sex life, and she'd message me back with lurid fantasies of the two of them's sexual escapades.
However after one night when I
complained to her that I wished Chloe was more sexually daring like her, she replied, "Let's get her there." That is when we turned from fantasy to reality.
The following day I arrived at their room at 2:00, meeting Sara two hours before Chloe got out of class. Our plan was to discuss Sarah's plan to make Chloe into a "fucking whore." That plan got derailed, or so I thought, after 10 minutes when Sarah and I found ourselves naked exploring the nooks, crannies, and sex organs of each other's bodies.
Sarah was hot and we were headed toward a good fuck. I was teasing my penis across the folds of her pussy, preparing to plunge into her sweet mound when she suddenly stopped. "Whoa! No Sex!"
"Your Chloe's boy. I don't fuck my roommates boy. That's just rude." She informed as I stared at her, lost and longing. "Now, I'm going to finish you off with my mouth, and you can cum on my face, because I don't want to leave a boy frustrated. But we: we can't have sex."
With that she did exactly as she had promised. She expertly sucked my cock until I pulled it out of her mouth just in time to paint my load across the freckles of her face.
From there, with my cum still dripping down her face she proceeded to tell me her plan. It was definitely a thought out plan that would involve a lot more encounters for the two of us like this one, all while she worked her flirtatious ways to turn her stories into actual fun under Chloe's panties.
"Once I make her pussy cum all over my face we'll proceed on to step 2." She concluded, standing up and moving toward the sink to finally wash up.
"What's step 2?" I asked.
"Step 2 is where the three of us go up to my daddy's cabin for the weekend; where you and I officially meet; and lastly where we all fuck the weekend away till we're all too tired to fuck anymore. That should make her the fucking whore you're wishing her to be."
With that she picked up her shirt from off the ground, slipping it back on as she walked out the room. "Fuck her good tonight, and you better message me every detail." She instructed as she left me there alone, waiting for Chloe. | 4 | 0 | 5 |
[WP] A new neighbor in your apartment complex. |
I wake up in the dark with a start. My mouth is dry and I fumble for the water on the side table with a shaking hand. I close my eyes in the darkness and try to steady my breathing.
Simon jumps onto the bed, whining, working his head under my hand until my fingers start playing with his floppy ears. As I slowly relax he shifts and lays along my thigh, trying to force comfort into me by the weight of his big head on my stomach.
I concentrate on relaxing, letting the dream go. Simon gives my hand a comforting lick and moves off the bed to get a drink from his bowl in the kitchen.
I rub my hand through my hair and glance at the clock. One thirty. That's worth the groan I give it. I need to be to work today, and I know that I won't be able to get back to sleep after the dream.
I'm contemplating leaving my warm bed and watching something from my netflix queue when I hear the lightest of sounds through the wall.
I freeze with the blankets half off. 3B has been empty since summer, I hadn't noticed anyone moving in, but I have been away for a few weeks.
As I lay listening, the sound comes again, a light moan that sends shivers down my spine. The sound of a man in pleasure.
A small whimper escapes as my nipples harden to painful points under my t-shirt. It's been so long since I've heard another person in pleasure.
I swallow hard, nibbling on my lower lip, waiting.
A pant, a small thump, another groan.
I drop the blankets and brush my fingers across my chest, lingering on the aching points of my breasts, squirming deeper into the comforting bed.
My other hand strokes my thigh, my fingertips playing with the elastic leg band of my panties as I break out in goosebumps.
From through the wall, a muffled gasp.
I close my eyes and slide my fingertips under the elastic and cotton, parting my folds for the gentle rub of my middle finger along my clit.
I jerk at the electric sensation, losing my breath at the pleasure. It's been far too long since I've even touched myself like this.
I dip my fingers lower for some of my slick honey, swirling it over my little pink nub as I pinch a nipple hard, pulling it away from my breast, twisting it a bit.
I moan, pressing back into the pillows. Next door, I hear an answering masculine growl and freeze, but only for a moment.
I'm safe, in my own bed. Alone and very hot. My cheeks flush red in embarassment, but my fingers don't stop. I slide two fingers down and into my pussy, still rubbing my clit with my thumb as I keep pulling at my nipples. I whimper again.
The answering moan from beyond the wall is louder this time. I turn my face into the pillow as I fuck myself with my fingers, listening to the man next door. Imagining that he's listening to me in return.
I feel my cum aproaching, my muscles tightening. My fingers slide easily into me as I pump them in my hungry opening, reaching for that final pinnacle.
A loud growl-shout through the wall sends me over the edge, and I can't stop myself from falling into orgasm with a strangled cry, my pussy wetting my fingers further as I keep fucking myself until the last tremmors pass.
I lay listening, panting and weak, and I'm still listening when sleep takes me.
I wake up languid and refreshed when the alarm goes off. I stretch and find myself giggling when I remember last night.
I was being foolish. I'm pretty quiet, even when I cum - or so I'm told, I'm frequently not paying too much attention when that happens.
I pee and pull on sweatpants, humming and smiling at the sunlight streaming in the window. I grab Simon's leash to take him for his walk before my shower.
I stop abruptly at the package in front of the door. Simon noses the paper bag eagerly, nearly knocking over the to-go cup next to it.
I quickly rescue the coffee - still warm - and pick up the bag. Inside is a fresh bagel with cream cheese and a note scribbled quickly on a take-out menu from the deli.
"God that was great. Wanna do it again tonight?"
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[WP] An elderly man falls for his sexy friend in her 20s named Mandi. What happens next? (NSFW) | Mandi wasn't even her real name. Of course she was his "friend," because as a friend, he was allowed to buy her gifts, pay her student loans.
She loved him too, he thought, especially since she'd come home from school (she was getting her Bachelors) and run straight to him, unzipping his pants and needing a dick to suck. She'd go all the way down, deepthroating like a maniac. And when he was finished, she loved playing with his cum, painting her body with it.
One day, she told him she wanted to go on vacation. Where to? Not Bermuda, or the Bahamas, no. She said they could say they went to Cabo, but in the end, they stayed at home. She locked the door and wouldn't let him leave until she was completely out of breath. He doesn't think he can do it like he used to, four times a day was getting too much. He was getting dehydrated, and his sheets were beginning to smell like pussy no matter how many times they were washed.
It had gotten to the point that he was starting to zone out from the moment. She would ride him, straddling him and impaling herself on his cock (the Viagra was a godsend) moaning in a deep guttural way as she'd bounce up and down, her C-cups bouncing like water balloons.
And she was just so relentless. Sometimes, he felt like he wouldn't get time to sleep. He used to be able to pull all nighters, but now he just wanted to go to bed at 9. He was even beginning to ask her just to take his dick out and satisfy herself when she was asleep.
Judging from his messy sheets in the morning, she must have.
In the end, it was getting too much. He needed a break, he needed a full wallet. He needed sleep. She was perfect, insatiable, but he didn't know if his heart could take any more of her. Any day now he'd just give out.
Yet, when she looked at him with fire in those deep blue eyes, and a smile on her glossed lips, he'd want her even more. | 2 | 0 | 4 |
[WP]Avoid detection, while having "a good time" in a moving car. | "In the highway, are you crazy?" Tanner couldn't believe what she was saying.
"Why not?" giggled Madison.
"Well, it's insane. There are people everywhere."
"So?" Madison put her hand on his khakis, on his upper thigh, and gripped tightly. She caressed up and down the fabric firmly, moving up further, but then moving back.
"I'm pretty sure it's illegal to. If texting and driving is, then this definitely counts as a distraction." He slows down as he puts on the indicator, waiting to merge.
"It's rush hour. We're not moving that fast, and people are too stressed out about getting home to notice us."
Tanner thinks about it, and shrugs. Her hand moves under his pants and starts to feel him get harder as her fingers rubbed over him. Madison unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over to unzip his pants. She pulled his dick out, not bothering to pull down the pants, and lowered her head down, taking it in with a skill and finesse that Tanner could only consider an art form.
The pleasure melted over his body, it was just so taboo, getting serviced in front of all of these people, while driving his car just a little faster, changing lanes in the hot sun. When she started to play with his balls, he had to adjust himself from not honking the horn on accident and drawing attention to himself.
"Oh, Madison, fuck. Keep going, Don't stop." Madison had gone up for air, and noticed a few people had noticed them, a mousy girl in her late twenties with a flushed face and a Camry, and an older man, a repressed business type in an old Mercedes. She grinned, hoping more people would notice before they took the exit. It's not like Tanner was subtle at hiding his enjoyment.
It didn't take long after that for him to finish. Madison swallowed, and they both tried to reconcile themselves to what just happened.
"Wow."
"Yeah," sighed Madison. "I think I might have gotten the seat damp, we're going to have to clean that up."
"Don't worry, we'll do that after we get home."
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[WP]Avoid detection, while having "a good time" in a moving car. | I'm awfully bored and this is my first time writing erotica. Also this sub is disgustingly under-used. Rest assured the person in this story is of legal-age. To put to rest any ideas it might be one of *them* stories. I'm not too descriptive as to the main female in the story, on account of the reader using their imagination to make it whomever they want to.
**Part one**
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It was a stupidly-long car ride to the airport, it had already been 2 hours and we weren't even a third of the way there.
"How you feeling Lisa?" said my step-dad, he was driving, "co-pilot" (as he would say) was my mother, already looking nearly comatose due to travel-sickness. I guess it ran in the family - I was feeling a little queasy too.
"A little sick. Is there a place to stop soon?" I replied "I'll be better when I've had a drink."
"Sure, there's one coming right up now."
The car we were in, an old ford I think, was damn near broken.
"I sure hope they have some kind of mechanic at this stop, the car is getting worse... that right axle just isn't quite right."
I stared out of the window, my cheek pressed against the cold glass and fogging where my breath struck it. We turned off the motorway into some kind of shopping/entertainment complex for motorists. I noticed a few shop names I recognized.
"Hey, Roger- (step-dads name) -isn't that the company that got sued for serving rotten food?" I motioned towards a particular down-trodden looking building in the distance.
"Sure is, though I think it might have competition with your mothers cooking." He chortled at his own quip for a shameful amount of time.
Thankfully my mother hadn't noticed this, her sunglasses were attached downwards on her face at such an angle I can only assume magic is responsible for them not falling off.
Roger parked the car and tried to shake my mother awake, I got out immediately to stretch my legs. I said to Roger I'd go on ahead and meet them back at the car if they wanted.
The complex wasn't particularly large, I entered the front and went inside the first shop that sold general stuff. I bought a magazine and a small hairbrush to help pass the time as well as a couple water bottles and a packet of smarties. I chucked as I walked out, it'd been far too long since I'd last binged on them, I must'v been 16 at most, the last 3 years have passed quickly.
I pondered my achievements over the last few years as I walked back. Mother looked slightly better than a downed-elephant so I gave her my spare water bottle. Roger was standing next to some stacked tires in the distance, talking to a man in a filthy apron. I looked more closely and saw Roger gesture with his hands a snapping action before he brought a hand across his neck, synonymous with... ill fortune, to put it mildly.
My mother looked to where I was gazing at and said, sounding rather annoyed "My Einstein-of-a-partner seems to have a knack for making things worse. The car makes a god-awful racket when switched on now."
I merely nodded. 10 or so minutes passed which I spent brushing my hair and thinking of the flight that awaited us, we weren't even going on holiday. I recounted the spat I had with mother a few days prior about me "Not being a child anymore." and being able to look after myself, I even offered to drive them both to the airport and bring the car back but Roger said it was a death-trap "to an inexperienced girl like me".
I looked back over to Roger and saw him point his finger at apron man before turning to us, in an evidently foul mood. He got in the car and said "We'll take it a little slower from now on." He turned to me at the back "I had a little trouble when I tried to look at the axle - the one I told you about earlier?" I nodded and he turned the ignition, the car sounded like a statue gargling bolts and shook violently, after a few minutes the noise lessened and the shaking ceased.
"See, told you I could fix it." Roger bragged to my mother.
We reversed out of the parking spot and exited the stop.
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**End of part one.**
Revisions/proofreading to be done at another stage.
The next part is where it gets NSFW, sorry to drag it out. | 3 | 0 | 7 |
[WP]You are the last life guard closing up for the night, when you hear the shower still running in the other locker room. | The guys leave the showers running at least once a week. Each time it tends to be one of three main contenders: Brad, Marcus, or Steve. Oh, Steve! He is the one I feel sympathy towards. He is painfully shy, and it can be heard from the other guys that he jerks off in the showers after getting all hot and bothered by the babes at the pool; yet, he never tries to talk to them.
Knocking on the door, I announce my intent to enter half-heartedly. The parking lot is empty, so no one is in there. I wind through the maze of lockers and sinks and urinals, then slip off my flip flops mid-stride, rounding the tiled corner quickly. Too quickly.
There he is in all his glory: head tipped up and back against the wall, hand on his firm staff, and eyes lightly closed in fantastic ecstasy. Whoever he’s thinking about, I’m pretty sure they have tits and a vagina. Steve tried talking to me once. *Once.* He asked if I wanted to go out some time. It was adorable, but I honestly had no clue what the guy was into or any of his interests -outside of staring at cleavage and hiding hard-ons after lotioning the college girls’ backs.
My feet stop short and I nearly tip over in surprise. Then, an idea.
A smile graces my lips and I give an exaggerated cough. *This will be fun.*
“WHOA!!! Where did *you* come from?” His hand transfers from shaft grabbing to shaft hiding, leaving the water running.
“Don’t you ever want to just fuck a girl, instead of fantasizing about her?” I still have a bikini top and a pair of shorts on - letting my bits air dry this evening. My hands travel down to unbutton the shorts, letting the triangle of waxed and trimmed hair peek through as I lower them to my hips suggestively.
“Uh- I- Uh- Umm-“
I know my smile is only getting bigger as I saunter closer to my prey. His instrument isn’t bad. I’ve seen bigger, but he certainly has girth on his side. It would feel nice to fill me a bit, even if it didn’t fill me the whole way. Wetness begins seeping out of my pink slit like a slow drip from a faucet that threatens to slowly build into a full-on stream.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes'.” Shorts hit the wet, tile floor as I continue the last few feet. His cock rocks up and down, affirming the answer that his voice could not give.
“Relax,” I reassure his fawn eyes while taking off my top and placing each mitt of strong fingers over my breasts. He nods, his eyes roaming to my icicle-hard nipples, which shoot shots of warmth down my spine and leak further from my slit. My hands replace where his previously were, languidly plying his pleasure up and down, matching his nodding chin, stroke for stroke. “We’re just going to have some fun."
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[WP] you and your spouse arranged to "find" the other bound and naked in hidden places near public view. | We flipped a coin.
It was heads.
I've always been extremely shy, barely able to even talk to people, but my husband has been able to bring me out of my shell. He's introduced me to an exciting new world of crazy things I thought I'd never do. I remember when we were first dating I thought anal was as taboo as I'd go.
But, he'd started a reward system. The first time was when he convinced me to put a tiny vibrator inside me. We'd go about our errands, and randomly, he'd turn it on. I was almost certain other people could hear it, but they didn't notice. And I didn't know why, but it was exhilarating. The feelings I would have had alone became even more intense in front of others.
We did this a few more times. At the supermarket, the park, and in line for a movie. The last one I knew other people knew. They stared and stared, and I loved it.
We started experimenting having sex in public places, seeing what we could get away with. Not much, as I wasn't so adventurous. Our first attempt was under the blanket in our sofa during movie night with a few friends. Someone figured out soon enough and joked that we weren't in high school anymore.
We've fooled around in bus stops late at night. His hands running up my thigh, under my skirt, sliding off my panties under the yellow sodium lights. We had time to finish even before the next bus, and he kept the panties in his jacket pocket until I found them in the hamper three days later.
But what we just agreed on now...it's beyond crazy. The ropes are beginning to chafe me, I hope he gets here soon.
We agreed we'd take turns. I'd go first, then him. I'm naked, bound and hidden in the bushes behind our bus stop. I'm lying on a blanket, but it's not entirely helpful. The dirt against my skin, the leaves scratching me. I've felt the bugs crawl over me. Ugh, he knows I don't like bugs. I hear the whirring of cars on the road only two feet away, the light shaking of the ground.
"Miss me?" The darkness of the leaves lifts, and I see the light of the street lamp shine through. It's two in the morning, so there's less of a chance of getting arrested, but still possible.
"Took your sweet time getting here." I snort. His left hand runs over my thigh and ass, his right grabbing my shoulder.
"I got caught up. Besides, I thought I'd let you squirm a little." He flips me over, and I stare into his eyes. We kiss, and he grabs my breast, fondling it, his fingers rubbing my nipples as he kisses my neck. "You're cold."
"It's freezing." We continue to kiss, my body pressing against his as he he continues to play with my breasts, a hand rubbing my pussy. I'd been wet for a while, thinking of him, but now that he is here, I feel it increasing as I sigh, my face flushing.
He unties my ankles and presses me onto the blanket. He gets onto his knees and straddles me, moving towards my face. He unzips, and pulls out his hard cock and rubs it against my face.
"I've been waiting so long for this, see how you've driven me crazy thinking about this." I kiss he penis, and take it into my mouth, licking and sucking affectionately, looking into his eyes as he presses further down my throat, moving in and out as his hands rub my breasts and soaking pussy. He spreads my legs out further, rubbing my clit with his thumb as my body twists on the ground, the smell of wet Spring in the air mixed with sweat and sex.
He lets go, and the blanket is soaked, dew forming around us. We take a moment to breathe, and he unties my hands, allowing me to pounce on him, groping and caressing him.
"I love you."
"I love you too." He enters me in doggy, grabbing my hips, and I let out a moan, and he claps my mouth shut, hoping I wouldn't give us away as he thrusts into me, and I push towards him, the reverberations running through our flesh as we hide our sighs and screams, sweat running down our bodies as pleasure runs through our nerves. It's just so primal and dangerous, the cars still moving through the road, but less frequently, occasionally running shadows through the leaves | 2 | 0 | 7 |
[Quote Prompt] If you want to keep a secret, you must hide it from yourself | I didn't think we'd get this far.
But he was just so perfect, so sweet and understanding. Sometimes I felt like I had nothing in common with Al anymore. He'd just come home from work, drink his beer, eat the dinner I made without acknowledgement, and just sleep. That's it, day in and out for the past two years. There wasn't any passion, any love, just...boredom.
At least, until I met Garrett.
I needed action, excitement. I signed up for my gym and I started working out. Garrett would spot me, and he was always good at giving advice. He was just so sweet and funny... he was in college, so young. I felt guilty wasting his time.
We'd meet up after working out to just talk. Sometimes we'd get coffee, and just talk for hours. I told him about my problems with Al, and he'd listen. He'd even give me hints on how to fix things, encouraging me to be proactive, initiating sex and asking to give blow jobs.
It worked, for a few weeks. Our sex life increased, but now, when Al's dick was in my mouth, or when I was sucking his balls, I kept thinking of Garrett. What would it be like to eat his asshole? What would it be like to have him take me, entirely, in every hole, in every position?
I couldn't stop thinking about it, even when he was being so nice and encouraging.
So I made my move. After our session at the gym, I asked Garrett if he had plans tonight. He told me he would just go to the club with some of his bros.
"Great! I'll see you there, I've been meaning to check out that place for a while."
He looked at me suspiciously and asked if my husband would be there.
"He's out of town for the week, I've been feeling down and could use the company." Garrett smiles, and tells me he'd be glad to help.
When I get into my car, I'm elated. What am I doing? This is wrong, so wrong. But...I hope we do something wrong. I'd seen the outline of Garrett's young thick cock, and I'd wondered what it looked like for so long. He used to tell me about how he'd act with his girlfriends, asking for advice on whether or not he was doing the right thing, so I knew he was a decent lover.
Besides, it's not like I was doing anything wrong. I was just fulfilling a need. Just physical. I still loved Al, but this was something I needed to get out of my system.
I got home and showered, spending a good deal of time fingering myself to the thought of tonight. I shaved all over, moisturized, dried my hair, and threw the towel to the ground, walking around my room naked.
I went to the closet and got out the lingerie I'd only get out for the big days, Valentines, the anniversary. It was a black bustier with red lace, a thong, and garters. As I fastened it on and put on nylons and heels, I looked for the little black dress I'd only recently been able to fit in again.
"Going out?" I drop the dress from the hanger.
"Oh, hey sweetie." I smile sheepishly at Al. "It's just girls night out. You know, Christy wanted us to catch up with a few drinks. "
"You never mentioned it before."
"I'll only be gone a few hours. There are leftovers in the fridge."
I slide on the dress, not looking at him. He doesn't say anything else.
The club was loud, I could barely hear myself think, or see clearly from the strobe lights. I scan the area, looking toward the bar. I give a sigh of relief when I finally see Garrett.
He steps towards me and gives me a kiss, squeezing my ass firmly.
"I thought you wouldn't show up."
"I wouldn't miss this for anything." I grin.
We don't bother meeting his friends. We just walk to the men's bathroom and find an empty stall. After practically ripping our clothes off, nipping and biting each other as we kiss passionately, I kneel down and pull out his dick. It is thick, but it's also huge and uncut. I've never felt the need to have someone as much as I do now and I push him against the wall, taking control with my mouth and hands, giving him all I have, and then letting him throat fuck me. Oh, this was so gross, so dirty. I was a cheap filthy married whore.
The garters and thong was on the floor, I hiked up my dress to my stomach, my face to the wall. Garrett's thick meaty fingers enter my ass and I scream. They're wet, with what I assume is his spit, as two, then three, then four enter, moving in deeper. He pulls out, and slides in his cock roughly. I scream as my hole expands, shaking the stall.
Fuck, it hurts so much. He pulls my hair tightly, grinding against my ass, shoving in more as he chokes me.
"Enjoy this, slut?"
Yes.
I scream, gripping the stall as he keeps going, occasionally fingering me and rubbing my clit, but mostly focusing on his own pleasure. It feels like an eternity, but eventually it's over and he finishes in me.
"It would be pretty funny if your husband sees you try to clean up when you get home."
"I think he'd be able to smell it before I get through the door."
We laugh, and he offers to take me home. I refuse, and we part for the night.
"Did you have a good time with your friends?" Al asks as I come home. I'm surprised he's still awake.
"It was pretty boring, I decided to go home early." | 3 | 0 | 3 |
[Quote Prompt] If you want to keep a secret, you must hide it from yourself | “If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.”
(Orwell, George. 1984.)
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Ironically, I’ve always been a good detective. Some would say a great detective. I certainly got promoted faster than the others from my class at the academy.
That’s all part of why it was so disturbing.
Waking up that way, I mean. With one hand fastened above my head by my trusty cuffs and the other cupped across my eyes to shield against the bright sunlight.
I was disoriented, my mouth parched and my throat dry and aching.
I drop my hand from my face and look around the area. Bedroom. Blue curtains, pine dresser. Both department store quality. A door ajar, the sound of a running shower coming from within. Sliding closet door to the left. Closed door to the right. Late morning from the angle of the particularly harsh sunlight. My head is pounding with my heartbeat. Last thing I remember is going to get a beer after shift.
“Hello,” I call out, my mind racing, but not finding any purchase. My voice was a weak croak, the running water easily masking it.
I rattle the cuff against the crossbar on the headboard, but still as the water turns off in the other room.
I’m laying on my side when she comes out, bent over to towel her long hair. I admire the line of her shoulders and try to wet my lips with my dry tongue. I open my mouth to say something, but the words are stolen when she flips upright. When *he* flips upright.
There’s something familiar about his open smile, but what stops me dead is his blue eyes. Intense and thickly lashed and more beautiful than any eyes I’ve ever seen.
I flinch. I can feel the blood drain from my face. The boy - god, he looks like he’s twenty at the most! - drops the towel on the floor and comes to me immediately, every line of him showing concern.
“Aw, baby, I’m sorry.”
He grabs a key from the dresser on the way past, completely unashamed of his wet nakedness even as he pushes me back onto my back and straddles my hips matter of factly, reaching over my head to unlock the cuff around my wrist.
He leans over me as he does, his brown hair dripping on my neck. I feel like I can’t breathe. I feel dizzy and disconnected. I feel...oddly aroused as he sits across my lap, his trim ass pressing against my cock.
“I didn’t even think of it before going to shower, I’m sorry, baby,” he murmurs as he guides my hand down and pins and needles make me grimace.
“I guess I got so used to you running out of here before dawn that I’m a little rusty.” I notice that he’s looking at my lips.
My mouth opens on a helpless moan as he takes my mouth while rocking slightly against my hardening cock. His face is dreamy when he pulls back.
I’m panting.
“Fuck, Mike, are you sure you have to go?” He smooths my hair back from my forehead and then runs the back of his hand down over my stubble. Lovingly.
I clear my throat awkwardly, trying to clear my mind as well. Trying not to think of what it means that my hand in the small of his back feels so right and so familiar.
He’s nuzzling my neck. Licking and biting. I try to put out of my mind the little love bites I’ve been finding for months on my shoulders, on my neck. I’d assumed it was a rash, then, when it became obvious, I figured that it was from some girl I picked up when I was drunk.
Cops do that. They drink.
Cops don’t sleep with little angel boys, no matter how blue the eyes of said angel.
I whimper as he slides his hand into the short hair at my nape and pulls back strongly as he bites my collarbone. He looks up at me with a devilish smile that tells me that he knows *exactly* what he’s doing to me.
“Put your hands over your head, Mike,” He says, his voice dripping with lust. “Grab the bar. You know what I like you to do.”
He licks a trail down my body, licking the water from his shower off my chest. I groan as he presses his thumbs into my hipbones just hard enough to hurt as he avoids my aching cock with his beautiful mouth.
He looks up at me from under his thick eyelashes with that grin, menace and promise and desire and teasing.
“Say it, Mikey darling. You know what I want to hear.”
I shake my head. No, I don’t know. I don’t know what he wants.
The grin turns to pure delight and he moves one hand from my hip and starts stroking over my full balls. Agonizing torture. I squirm, bucking my hips up, but he avoids touching anything that he doesn’t want to.
I can’t take it anymore. My hands are clenched hard around the bars of the headboard so hard that it hurts, little sounds of need wrenched from me.
“Please,” I pant, completely lost. “Please, Jase, please,” His triumphant smile is like the sun coming from behind a cloud, but I don’t see it for long as he slides his hand along my shaft, positioning it for his mouth.
Cops.
Cops *really* aren’t supposed to beg.
But it feels so good.
All the muscles in my body tense and arch. I hold the headboard tighter, trying to concentrate on the anchor points, but it’s no use.
His hot wet mouth is driving me insane. His tongue flicking under the sensitive head of my overstimulated cock. I can’t stop myself from fucking up at his dragging lips.
When I shoot, it’s like a dam bursting. I flood his mouth and scream my climax out as Jase goes back to holding my hips down with his thumbs pressing into the bone, squeezing and holding me tight even as he forces me to let him keep blowing me, my cock going from electric ecstasy to nearly unbearable sensitivity as he looks up with a sparkle in his knowing blue eyes.
I don’t ask him to stop. I know that he loves that I’m not asking him to stop.
Finally, he draws away, letting me fall from his mouth with one last lick and crawls up my body sinuously. He kisses me deeply, sharing the taste of my cum with me as he gently disengages my hands from the bars above.
I kiss back eagerly, trying to show my appreciation and pleasure through the play of my lips and tongue with his.
He cups my cheek tenderly and breaks the kiss. He looks directly into my eyes, suddenly serious.
“Thank you for finally staying,” He says solemnly. “But we’ve really got to have a talk about your drinking. It’s not that I mind you showing up here blind drunk, but I’m worried about you.”
I nod.
“I think...” My voice trails off, my hands circling his waist. “I think that maybe I’m done trying to find what I need in a bottle.”
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”But it was alright, everything was alright, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself.”
(Orwell, George. 1984.)
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[Quote Prompt] If you want to keep a secret, you must hide it from yourself | It’s dark when I finally come to. The smell of stale air - a mix of stagnant water and rat bait - is a strong reminder that I shouldn’t be here. Looking around, the room is small, dim. A single window lights the scene from a 60’s horror movie. The dingy room with a twin-sized bed in the corner, covers strewn, and a bottle of my favorite, unoaked chardonnay sets a paradox of societal class. I came here on my own, willingly.
The stranger lying on the floor is passed out, either sleeping off the hangover from his case of Bud or perhaps spent from the numerous condoms that lie like shell casings around the room. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, SIX??! *Holy Crap!* It must have been a marathon. I feel like I might recognize him if I rolled him over, but I dare not touch him for fear of lice or fleas.
*At least last time it was a Holiday Inn.*
I remember my day starting at the office. There was a conference with the investors. The board wanted to know what we could do to cut costs, increase profits, put more money in their pockets. It’s the same everywhere: take money from the lessers to pad the pockets of the greaters.
I remember things getting heated and feeling frustrated and overwhelmed close to the end of the meeting. Things wrapped up, I told Mark I was going to use the restroom; I needed to collect my bearings and figure out how to save as many jobs as possible this time. I remember coming out from the stall and washing my hands, then splashing a little water on my face-
That’s where I lose it. It’s not totally gone, but very foggy.
A nod to Denise, letting her know I was heading out to lunch.
Heading to the south side for some strange reason.
Paying cash at the front desk for what must be the grungy abode I currently stand in.
Opening the door.
Now, this. I check my phone. I had sent an email to the office at 1pm saying I did not feel well and was going home. Then, a note to a Craigslist anonymized email asking for something big and thick with an address. I flip to my browser, hoping to see what ad I had answered, hoping to see who I had dealt with this time. Last time it was a higher class gigolo from what I found. He certainly didn’t lie around afterwards for me to find him. Of course, I did find the $500 charge on my private AmEx. No small tip, there.
No browser history. My alternate personality has some sense to cover her tracks, apparently. This side of me seems to come out with each new stress at work. The first time, I thought I had been kidnapped, but then I saw the wine. That is my only clue each time that some part of me is conscious when that hidden part of me takes my body over and finds a man to fuck the pain away.
My thighs burn as I move to check my image in the bathroom mirror. Cheap towels have to suffice, a rough reminder to my shared skin with this other half to choose something a little nicer next time. I do the slow 360 in front of the mirror. Numerous welts, a few bruises where the beast held onto me, and a tender lower region all tell the tale of rough sex.
Are those? *Fuck! Cuff marks?!!* The raw, red chafing on my wrists had not been there the last few times.
Quickly, I put myself together, finding the skirt and my suit jacket and slipping them on before checking for my purse. All I see is my car keys on the bed-side table.
*Smart girl, I hope you left it in your car this time.* I’d been lucky thus far, but that was always a worry at the end of these episodes. Hopefully, my secret self also possessed common sense. Although I am wanting to ask her what she was thinking *this* time.
As I open the door and step out into the night, I look back and see the man on the floor start to stir - the breeze through the door reviving him from the stale air. I don’t dare see what my secret self chose for me this time; I close the door and hurry to my car - one of about 8 in the lot. I’m just glad she insisted on condoms.
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[WP] A Disney princess losing her innocence | "You're still here?" The prince was surprised. "Most people leave the ball by midnight."
Cinderella, who was stirring a cocktail, leaned against a table and smiled. She had, in her alcohol-assisted relaxation, forgotten the instructions of her fairy god mother, and was in fact wishing she had now asked for some pot instead of a stupid dress.
"Oh, you know how it is," she sighed, taking a draft of her drink. "I don't get invited to these very often, and I want to enjoy it."
The prince eyed her lithe form, which was smooth and thin beneath the tight dress, and said quietly, so the few remaining guests wouldn't hear, "I find that surprising. I would have invited you to any party I ever planned...if I'd known about you earlier."
Cinderella smiled. "Aren't you the talkative one?" She grabbed his hand and led him out of the ballroom, into the hallway. "Why don't you prove it?" she asked, deftly depositing her empty glass on a window sill. "Are you worthy of being my prince?" she whispered in his ear.
The prince felt himself grow hard. He knew the fair lady's tongue had been loosened by drink, but he also knew that this was an opportunity not to be missed. The smooth fabric of his clothing seemed to grow rough as his member grew more tender. He suddenly felt hot - too hot for his clothes.
The great clock of the church struck midnight. The great chimes reverberated around the castle, and, as though by magic, Cinderella's clothes seemed to melt away before his very eyes. He stood there, his cock silently throbbing, as he took in the body of the most beautiful lady he had ever seen. Her skin was fair and smooth, her breasts supple and plentiful, and her legs long and slender. With a careless shrug, her hair fell loose from it's elegant bun and fell around her bare chest.
She looked absently at herself, as though the miraculous fact of her nudity was not utterly mindblowing. She shrugged.
"I seem to remember my fairy god mother saying that would happen." She glanced at the prince and raised a finely arched eyebrow. "You don't mind, do you?"
"I hope your god mother doesn't mind," The prince managed. His breath was growing short as he saw the perfect opening between her legs.
"My stepmother might," Cinderella said, reaching out and unbuttoning his uniform. "I'm being such a naughty girl, aren't I?"
*Not naughty enough,* the prince's mind screamed. The prince began to say as much when she unclasped his belt, reached into his pants, and grabbed his hard cock.
"Not nawiueriiqrg-" The prince gasped as her sensitive, delicate touched filled his senses and his mind blanked. He felt her other hand guide his hands to her breasts, and he was rubbing them, and they exchanged a kiss as she continued to stroke him, sighing contentedly as he rubbed her soft and firm breasts.
Unfortunately for her, their position only satisfied the prince for a few short minutes, and then he was out of his pants and feeling her, and when he inserted a finger into her, probing, she gasped, her hand paused on its long journey up and down his cock.
There was no time for hesitation. The prince grabbed her hands and forced her against the wall. There was a flash of fear in Cinderella's eyes as she saw a primal part of him take over, but then it was gone as her clit sent her the first waves of pleasure as his fingers rubbed her insides.
"Take me," she groaned. "Now!"
The prince was never one to refuse a lady. With a grunt, he slid himself into her, the wet smoothness of her walls caressing him and encasing him. He felt her maidenhood give way, heard her gasp, but didn't stop until his chest was pressed to hers and he was completely inside her. He paused for a moment, letting her grow used to him, and letting her wetness seep out her clit. Then he began to thrust.
Slowly at first, still pinning her arms to the wall, gaining speed as he found his tempo. Cinderella's head flopped around on her neck, her breasts flopping up and down as she convulsed in happiness. Sweat rolled down their bodies, making them glow an unearthly color on the flickering torchlight.
She was too tight, some part of the prince's brain observed. He wasn't going to last long. He felt his climax approaching, a storm on the horizon, but knew he couldn't stop until she came as well. With this in mind, he increased his speed. His cock entered her faster and faster, and her groans were turning into gasps, and those gasps into shrieks. He grabbed her shoulders and kissed her again, and her freed hands reached up to rub her breasts. The prince reached down to rub her, and she arched her back and whispered, "Please..."
But there was no mercy. His climax was almost upon him. He made one last valiant effort, heard her scream, felt her insides tighten, and gave in. His seed flooded in to her, and he felt it overflow her and drip down her legs. As he withdrew his glistening manhood, she reached down and brought some of the white liquid to her mouth to taste it.
"Salty," she murmured. "Like the sea."
The prince was about to suggest she try some more directly from the source, when the hall doors smashed open. The king stood there, utterly speechless.
"What is this?!" he cried. The prince was about to reply when the king chuckled and said, "Don't answer that. Well done, my son." | 3 | 0 | 5 |
[WP] A Disney princess losing her innocence | http://imgur.com/gallery/fDI1Seg | 1 | 0 | 5 |
[WP] You're the only male that survived on the Space station, as you and your team try to establish a colony and explore the new planet you've crashed into, you realize there will need to be a drastic population increase [sci-fi][preg] | (1)
He had been dreaming for honestly who knows how long. As the dreams started to fade, the first thing he became aware of was the sound of bubbles gurgling about him. His eyes slowly opened and immediately stung from being surrounded by cold liquid... so cold.
A female computerized voice started speaking around him, but through the liquid surrounding him he couldn't understand what it was saying. The sound of gurgling bubbles deepened and turned into a drowning roar that he quickly realized was the sound of the liquid draining out the bottom of the glass tank he was inside of. There was hissing sound as the tank opened up and let him free, stumbling into the dark room onto his hands and knees.
Slowly, his senses seemed to return to him, the [room](http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/091/3/f/cryo_stasis_pods_by_cloudminedesign-d6028jk.jpg) brightening as the cool LED lights at the roof gradually turned on. The same hissing sounded from each corner of the room as the other stasis chambers opened to release their contents, the other men falling from their tanks as well, probably suffering from the same stasis sickness that he was.
He looked over to try to recall their faces, watching for them to get up, but none of them did. They all just laid there, entirely still. Red "danger" lights were glowing above their respective tanks.
He coughed heavily, sputtering some of the cryogenic fluid from his lungs as he tried to lift himself up. His head was pounding, he felt weak and dizzy... was the cryosickness always this bad? His vision was blurred and foggy, tunneled at the edges. He dropped from his hands and knees onto his stomach and heaved, vomiting onto the drainage grate before him before turning his head and slumping into the floor.
...
"Harken, James A." The doctor said, looking over her tablet with his personnel file displayed on it. "Commander, Colonial Marines."
Harken nodded, standing at attention. His dark hair was overgrown over his strong features, his normally lean but fit body emaciated from the decades in cryostasis. His face was freshly shaven, one of the first acts of hygiene he’d been able to perform since waking.
“No doubt you’re wondering why you’re here.” she continued. “Or how it is that you are alive, while all 293 of the of the other male members of the crew did not survive their revival.”
He nodded to her. “I barely qualified for the deep space program. I was told that of all candidates, I would be the *least* likely to survive.”
The doctor looked at him ironically, raising an eyebrow. “It says here you have an allergy to tetramethylaminorex, the drug normally used to prevent muscle entropy during cryosleep, so it wasn’t administered to your tank.”
Harken once again nodded. “That’s correct.”
The doctor continued. “I believe that’s precisely why you’re still with us. There was an unexpected effect that occurred with the mixing of tetramethylaminorex with the dietary suppliments we had feeding into the male stasis chambers had unexpected side-effects. It was not detected until after . . . the death of every man onboard, save for yourself.”
Harken closed his eyes at that, the image of the corpses of other men falling from their stasis tubes and lying motionless beside him returning to his mind. It still had not sunk in really for him. He'd been asleep for 200 years in that tube- and now every man who'd been sleeping beside him were dead as well. Every single man he had ever known was now dead. He felt glad for the military discipline he had that helped to hold him together with the horror of the thought.
The doctor cleared her throat, eying him. He straightened back up under her scrutiny and returned his attention to the briefing. The doctor's cool eyes returned to her notes.
"Because of your entropy-ed body, you've been ordered to undergo mandatory physical therapy until such time as I deem you fit for duty, Captain's orders."
"The captain is alive?" He asked looking up.
She raised her eyebrow at him. "Captain *Hyne's* orders."
He gulped. Of course it was Hyne. Lt. Commander Hyne had been the ship's primary Navigation officer, but with the drastic loss of life, she was now the ranking officer aboard. She was also his ex-girlfriend from the academy.
"I understand." he finally said.
The doctor nodded. "Then let's begin."
…..
In space it’s easy to let time get away from you. It had already been a year since Harken had woken from cryosleep and had been ordered to be kept aboard the station until his physical therapy was complete. He finally was back to being fighting-fit, his combat marine’s physique restored to him after a year of work. His dark brown hair was still a bit overgrown, but was well kempt. It occasionally spilled over his handsome face, he having to brush it back from over his hazel eyes. It wasn’t regulation, but then again regulation had become a bit more lax in the face of the change in command.
His thoughts tended to wander while he was jumping rope, the monotony and the cadence of the rope taping against the ground as he jumped letting his mind disengage while he pushed his endurance. As far as he was aware, he was still the only surviving male person within 200 year’s travel time in any direction from the colony. With the changes in command structure following the deaths of nearly half the ship personnel, Commander Harken was now in command of the marine forces, answering only to command officers of the ship. There were 12 marines under his command, only a third of the initial force since only the female members had survived. Evidently however there had been no serious need for the combat operatives since their arrival and at this point they were mostly a formality. While it felt like only a relatively short time since his last command, Harken had to consider the fact that it had in fact been 200 years since the last time he’d actually commanded any forces and the marines left might not respect that idea. It was just one more thing, he’d deal with it. What *was* difficult to deal with was of a slightly different nature. For the past year or so, he’d been under almost constant supervision by the medical staff; never really getting any time to himself. While he’d never brought it up, he had a very high libido; even with the help of his military discipline, after a year of denial to it, it was getting difficult to think about nearly anything else for long.
A timer buzzed, and he finished the last repetition of the rope jumping, his body coated with a fine sheen of sweat in the aftermath. He picked up his towel and began to clean himself off before his personal com flashed, and he went to pick it up. Upon activating the device, text read across the holographic display: *Report to Captain’s quarters at 0900 ship’s time for breifing*. It looked like he’d finally be set to deploy after being cooped up for so long.
“About damn time.” he muttered, before going to hit the showers. It was going to be a big day.
*just a quick intro write up on the prompt. Could start becoming more interesting as it went on* | 9 | 0 | 20 |
[WP] A sibling comes home high on ecstasy or just before it kicks in. | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 5 |
[WP] Hippies get together to share their love. | The first aromatic melt of summer on the north here, meaning soon nature's boon will be upon us. Dandelions in all their golden splendor will soon be showing their faces, not to mention my life partner will soon be freeing her covered places.
Luckily for me, that means the soft earth will be calling her down and the sky calling her legs, perfect for me to enter her.
From the farmer's market walking home i have the perfect plan; i have kept a keen eye on the most wonderful patch of grass that is softer than any nearby, and for gaia's favor it happens to be right next to the road home. I am going to "drop" a sack, not so hard to ruin the food, but make it show-worthy enough to fool her into it breaking, that is when it will start. I will embrace her from behind, putting my weight just over her and then knock her knees from behind to set her down. Then, with the ease of this skirt, i will unless my man's limb in the direction of her third eye chakra. Knowing her, she will know what i intend and embrace it, especially after feeling that grass.
While she takes me, mouth strained down on my elongated thickness, i will pull her clothes off, most easily done without oppressive undergarments. Letting those hairy enclosures air freely and send her perfume into the wind. Her armpits are something of marvel, so shapely and accented by that dark hair, so unlike what her head holds. Down below matches though, something i have never figured out.
Deep she takes me, using her hand to lube my girth with a mouthful of spit, she is no beginner. As she goes down she always cocks her head to left as if i told her something confusing, but i know what she is doing because that is when her hand goes right, alternating when she rises for a quick breath just after she teases the tip of my cock with that sly tongue of hers. She is far more knowledgable than anyone else in our cottage about causing people to erupt in pleasure.
Taking me so close to bursting, i have to stop her, forcing her hand off my shaft, she knows what this means. Luckily, for me she relents and exposes the grass being slick under her, it must turn her on how hard she makes me.
Of course i don't say no, diving right into that musky jungle. Smells hot and sweet, a little of piss and sweat, but just how it should. The coarse hair is pulling my tongue different ways trying to impede my journey to the fruit i desire. I can feel it coming closer..
My cock on the other hand feels like the skin is going to burst, her dried spit the only thing remaining. Unlike her aromatic lips, wetter than any grounds in this thaw, and just like eating a peach, her juices cover me cheekbone to cheekbone and flow down my chin.
My hands grip her ankles, forcing everyone passing by to see the performance we are in, nothing to hide, no closing of the theater set before me. Her legs twitching with every move my tongue makes sliding in the valley of bonds.
She is crying, the sky is calling her legs and i am the roots tying them to each side. Her hands slide down her breast, i hear the coarse hairs against her hands before they grab my braid, i am peing pulled stage erect.
She licks my face and causes me to catch myself, releasing those legs that waste no time going skyward. She forcefully grabs my cock and commands me to send the lake in her cave gushing forth, she is commanding me to fuck her deep. I try to tease her by only inserting the iceberg's view. She will have **none of that**. Her legs snap light lightning onto my back, pulling me deeper than i expected, her lips pressing against my pubic bone, a feeling i have never had before. She is going visceral.
Inside of her is pulling me like the force of waves in the ocean, i have no power here now. She bites like she has no say, hard she starts, with my thurst, but now the bites clearly outline her teeth, i can feel it in my neck and shoulder. Oh god, oh moon and sun, she is squeezing too hard, i am..i, no, i can't... too late.
She has taken the very essence of me and sent it deep to hwr center. I am..i am still inside of her and hard though. People have stayed from their journey to this spectacle to where i am trapped and she feeds from my sopping penile resistance. Tighter she has gotten still, growling now in volume instead of gasps and moans, she is going to take it. She is going to take the pleasure she so much desires.... | 2 | 0 | 3 |
[WP] Office Antics NSFW [oral] [bdsm](light) WfM Write a sexy story with me | [deleted] | 1 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] A Ukrainian man in his 40s named Roman Shtokalo and a beautiful, thin woman in her 20s, Olena, make love outside in public. | Pics or it didn't happen | 2 | 0 | 1 |
[WP] A Ukrainian man in his 40s named Roman Shtokalo and a beautiful, thin woman in her 20s, Olena, make love outside in public. | This is so specific I don't know what to do | 2 | 0 | 1 |
[WP] Playing hide and go Fuck. | The barn door squeaked on his hinges as the naked wives and girlfriends scattered into the undergrowth of the field. The five horny men, and one lusty woman waited impatiently, counting to fifty, with heavy breaths.
It was sunny; the ground glistened with the refreshing smell of morning dew. Sometimes it was muddy, and it wasn't always the same twelve players, but on the first weekend of every month, liberated couples – all open to bisexual games - met at the farm on Love Lane for a few games of Hide and Go Fuck.
The rules were simple: the hunted would hide in the dilapidated farm buildings, long undergrowth or small wood and seek not to be found by the hunters; if they were captured then there would little respite in the ravishing. It was base lust and nothing more as the captor relinquished their sexual frustrations on the far from innocent captive.
During the game last month, Sarah had been caught by two men as they both stumbled across her hiding place at the same time. She offered no resistance as their fingers plunged against her unguarded clit and her butt was plugged with a glistening toy.
They came to exploit her, and her charms were well plundered by the stout host and his athletic son. The cries of their hedonistic fucking carried over the field, as the two dicks took turns in violating her cunt, pushing past her desperation in the muddy field.
That was then, but Sarah had a new place to hide; the small barn on the corner of the property was just inside the boundary of play, but had a loft: she'd never be found!
Of course, she came for the sex, but she also came to play the game: she'd want to play on her terms. The barn was cold and harsh against her bare skin. The whistle sounded, and she pressed her body against the prickly straw on the floor.
Within minutes footsteps ran up to her barn; her heart pounded and she held her breath as her husband entered the building and left. She sniggered, and fooled the party host too, as the loft went unsearched.
But the host's son wasn't so foolish, and dragged the naked lady from the small loft and onto the open space. “You again,” he grinned, and licked his lips. “It's dangerous to be up there.”
Sarah shrugged. “Just hiding.”
“A hiding, what a good idea!” He teased, and pulled a small stool into the centre of the barn. The brunette whimpered as he pulled her across his knee. “Oi,” she cried, but corporal punishment was permitted. He spanked her with the same uncompromising drive he showed when he plowed her pussy the month before. The slapping of her cheeks, the gravelly authority in his voice, the firm cock pressed against her bare skin.
She cried with every stinging blow landing on her soft buttocks, as his right hand explored the crevice underneath, slowing probing her opening under the pretence of holding her still. Her pussy moistened as she felt humbled; accepting his rough touch probing her with begrudging horniness.
She fought her body's betrayal, groaning as he pulled her legs apart, and lay her gently on the soft earthy floor of the barn. She whimpered as he plundered her, thrusting his cock deep into her desperate cunt.
She writhed under the pressure, her ankles grabbed by his firm grip as he pounded away at her pussy. Her vocal groaning echoed in the small barn, the sound of a gangbang in the distance wafting into the derelict building, as he panted and yelled, filling her bare cunt with his seed.
He smiled at her, as they parted. “I so want to find you this afternoon,” she grumbled as his thumb pressed against her clit.
“Why?” He asked, smearing the cum around her crack.
She groaned. “Because it's my turn to be hunter,” she cried between snatched breaths. “I'm going to get my biggest strap-on,” she promised. “And I'm going to fuck your arse until you beg for mercy!”
He chuckled as her body writhed under his touch. “Then I'll hide in the hay loft,” he replied, as he tipped her into orgasm.
It'll be on my blog tomorrow at http://bawdybloke.com as one of my write a piece of flash fiction a day challenge! | 3 | 0 | 7 |
[WP] The Lock in the Bathroom is Broken...[inc] | Finally I was home. I'd twisted my ankle during track warmups, and had to sit this practice out. I could have waited for my older brother for a ride home, but I didn't want to wait around. I'd called mom several times, but she wasn't answering her phone. So I'd decided to walk home. Big mistake. By this point I was limping, having taxed my ankle probably more than track practice would have. But I was nearly to my room. I hobbled up the stairs and thought I heard a pained moan. As I got nearer to the bathroom I heard it again. My ankle forgotten, I approach the door and listen. That moan again, ragged and breathless. It sounds like Mom!
I knock on the door. "Mom, are you ok?" I ask through the door. I hear movement and splashing now, kind of frantic. Was she hurt? She didn't answer so, I throw open the door and look inside.
There was mom, alright – naked as a jaybird, the remaining bubbles of a bubble bath doing nothing to cover her. "Oh god! Mom!" I cry in surprise and avert my eyes. She's sputtering, trying to catch her breath. Her head must have gone under when she slipped.
"Mom, I heard you moaning. Are you ok?" I steal a glance at her. Wow, Mom was fucking beautiful. You'd never guess by the way she dressed, but all of that jogging really paid off! Her body, glistening with oil and water, was firm and toned. And her tits! I knew I shouldn't be thinking such things, but how many guys' first ever pair of tits (real-life ones, anyway) looked as nice as hers?
Finally, Mom catches her breath and is able to answer. "Umm, yes, yes thank you for checking but... umm, I was just... well, let's not worry about that, ok? Give Mom some privacy, will you?"
"Oh, umm, sure," I mutter. "But, what was all the moaning? If you aren't hurt.... OH!" I suddenly get it. "You were..."
"YES...Honey, yes. I was. It's perfectly natural, so let's just umm..." She trails off, looking down at my crotch. I look down too. Oh jeez... Tenting my track shorts was about as hard a boner as I'd ever had. I mean, no wonder. My naked, fucking gorgeous mother had just admitted she was fingering herself. I could see her shaved snatch under the water. I felt my hardon grow as I thought about her fingers playing there.
I gave a nervous chuckle. "Umm, perfectly natural, right Mom?" I say, nodding to my bulge. She nods, still staring at it. She doesn't seem mad.... Is she....intrigued? I know I am. Enough to take a wild chance.
"Mom, do you want to finish? I will if you will." And I hook my thumb in the waistband and pull my shorts out and over the bulge of my cock, revealing it to her. She gasps a little, tearing her eyes away from it to look at my face. I try to give her a confident grin, knowing that if I waver it will break the trance. After a few heartbeats she nods, barely perceptible at first but growing in agreement.
I step to the side of the tub so she can see me start to stroke my cock, and I watch under the water as her hand makes its way to her pussy. I struggle not to get to excited, wanting only to savor the moment for as long as possible. But then i see her sit up a little straighter, her full, round tits coming out of the water and her free hand cupping one of them and tweaking the nipple. It's too much.
"Ohhhhh, fuck, mom...." I grunt, and my dick starts cumming, shooting streams of pent-up teen jism into the air to land on my mom's ample tits. I'm barely aware of anything, but I do hear her moan loudly. She must be cumming too, I think as the last of my cum spurts onto her wet body.
I straighten and slow my stroking, although my cock is still rock hard. I breath a heavy sigh and close my eyes, but only until I feel the most heavenly sensation. I look down to see my mother, leaning forward to kiss the tip of my cock. She blushes when her eyes meet mine.
"There was a little...ummm....I wanted to taste it," she says, grinning to herself.
"Umm, sure, yeah.... Anytime?" I say, but orgasm stealing my bravado and turning me back into an unsure teen.
"Anytime, huh?" she says with a naughty lilt to her voice. "Well, there's still an hour before any one is home..." She stands up, water dripping tantalizingly from her body as she does. "Hand me that towel, and meet me in the bedroom."
Dumbfounded, I do as she asks. After all, mommy knows best... | 3 | 0 | 3 |
[WP] Flash Fiction Friday: Voyeur | This is my take on the prompt ...
“Coo-eee!” Her voice travelled across the courtyard; she stood on the path, a knee on the low wall. She had the four men’s attention: the gardener, the chaffeur, the landscape sculptor and the tree surgeon. “He in?”
“Evie, you better put some clothes on!” The chaffeur shouted.
Evie scoffed. Her svelte body descended elegantly down the steps. She winked at one man, kissed another, in full view of the scurrying driver.
FFF_WetWoman
She counted to ten, as the men openly ogled her. She stood motionless in the driveway, waiting for the bellowing thunder.
It would come.
“Evie!” His powerful voice was the cue for the oglers to hastily melt away, as she stood akimbo, waiting for the purple face to emerge from the house. “What is the meaning of this? Get inside and …”
“No,” she replied defiantly. “It was you that jacked up the interest rate on my car loan,” she shouted accusingly. “All because I’m dating him.”
“Evie …”
“No, Dad. You want the clothes off my back, you can have them.”
“He’s vile!”
“He makes pornography.” She focused on his expression. “And so do I. But he makes me happy. Every touch sends shivers down my spine. Every kiss is the sweetest honey, and every spank is an explosion of lust shooting through me. He makes me complete.”
“He hits you, love. Now if my bank needs to do something to make you come home and see sense …”
She cackled. “Your little princess has found an advert for a 25-man gangbang. They need a woman and the fee will make this month’s payment. She’ll be naked, wet, wearing heels. Just like this. And then every man’s going to fuck me, Daddy. Fill every hole, and pound into me like I’m a cheap piece of meat, making me scream. They are going to cum over my face, over my tits, up my cunt. Maybe I’ll get pregnant. You’ll like that, right? But the best bit, is that it’s you that’s forced me to do it. Every fuck’ll be for you!”
He clenched his fingers into fists. “But …”
“I’ve got no other choice.” She let her mouth curl into a smile in the sunshine. “Either I make those payments or I’ll go bankrupt. And I was always taught to pay my way in life. Tony even says he could get me some work at a brothel to help but …”
“Enough, Evie. Ee-nough!” His voiced echoed around the courtyard and stared at his errant daughter. “OK. I’ll put the interest rate back to where it was,” he sighed.
“And leave it there.”
“And we’ll leave it there,” he promised. “If you don’t do the gangbang.”
“Deal,” she muttered. “I make enough through my spanking porn anyway unless you hike up my payments.” He groaned, as she backed away from her angry father until she reached the steps. “Oh, and one last thing. Tony and I are getting married this afternoon. You want an invite?”
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[WP]Use spells to seduce without interfering with free will. | This is a fabulous prompt. I have restarted twice, and both stories fell apart me. Can't wait to see a story that succeeds. | 3 | 0 | 6 |
[WP]Use spells to seduce without interfering with free will. | Is voodoo or semi use of incantation or hypnotism/mind control allowed? | 2 | 0 | 6 |
[WP]Use spells to seduce without interfering with free will. | [deleted] | 3 | 0 | 6 |
[WP] Taking your younger sibling out for their first night on the town [inc] | "Steph? STEPH!! Where'd your brother go?"
Laura had to shout over the thudding bass to make herself heard over [the music on the dance floor](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5EofwRzit0), and even it took her grabbing Stephanie's arm to get her attention. Steph wobbled on her heels and then steadied, looking vaguely concerned.
"Jon? I thought he was with... wait hold on, I love this part!!" Stephanie shouted, spinning away with a grin, her long auburn hair flying and her hips moving with the insistent, funky beat. Exasperated, Laura grabbed her arm again.
"Steph! Come on, I think he went upstairs with Kelly!"
Stephanie stopped, her green eyes narrowing, the inebriated grin disappearing. "With Kelly? Oh *hell* no, that nasty bitch is *not* getting in my little brother's pants!" She pushed the shoulder strap of her scoop-necked top up distractedly and pushed through the loud, sweaty mass of horny college students, making for the stairs of their sorority house.
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"Did you get his shoes?" Steph called over her shoulder as she half-led, half-carried her drunk-brother down the hall toward her bedroom.
"Yeah, right here," Laura replied, laughing. "But oh my god Kelly is So. Pissed."
"Whatever, she can find another guy that'll let her fuck him tonight, there's plenty of Alpha Chi dudes here and you *know* their standards: have pussy and be conscious. Second one's optional," Stephanie muttered. Her brother mumbled something incoherent and slumped into her. "What, Jon? Jon?? God, I should have known you couldn't hold your liquor," she sighed, staggering as his tall, broad-shouldered body leaned on her petite frame. Jon didn't respond but managed to keep his feet moving as Stephanie led him back to her room.
With Laura's help, Stephanie managed to get Jon into bed. Still clad in his gray buttoned shirt and jeans, he looked disheveled and still piss-drunk. Laura stood back and looked down at him critically. "You know, I can't really blame Kelly. He's actually really cute... for a high-school senior. Next time I'm cradle-robbing I'll ask you for his number!" She grinned as Stephanie rolled her eyes.
"Alright, alright, you slut," Steph smacked Laura's shoulder playfully. "Thanks for helping though. Now get outta here, I gotta get him undressed and hopefully he'll drink some water before he's out cold. Can you grab the bucket from the bathroom before you head back downstairs?"
"Sure," Laura smiled. "I'll tell Alan you're occupied. You're missing out, you know!" Stephanie just waved her hand in dismissal, but she frowned as Laura left. *Ugh, Alan's actually smart, funny, cute and oh-so-available... and now I'm stuck with a drunk-ass little brother to take care of. Why did I think having him visit this weekend was a good idea?* Sighing, she went down the hall to fill a water glass for Jon and resigned herself to the responsible big-sister role for the evening.
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"Mmf... Steph? Why am I... shit," Jon sputtered as Stephanie sat on the edge of his bed, smoothing his dark hair back with her hand and setting the glass of water down on the nightstand.
"Yeah, smooth moves down there, little brother," Stephanie replied quietly, smiling despite herself. "Laura and I rescued you from the house succubus just in time. You drank *way* too much, Jon. How are you feeling?"
"Daaamn, Steph I was gonna get some... those tits on that chick... urrgh," he replied, hardly coherent. "Let me up, she'sh probably looking for me." He attempted to sit up, but Stephanie pushed him back down to the bed, leaning over him with her hands on his broad, flat chest.
"Hell no, Jonny boy," she laughed at his insistence. "You're not going anywhere!" Jon made to push her hands off, and she saw his eyes widen slightly and a smirking grin cross his admittedly attractive features. His gaze lingered on her cleavage, and Stephanie realized that he could see straight down her top in this position.
"Hmm, maybe she's not the only one with nice boobs round here," he slurred, his hands moving toward her chest and brushing over her breasts.
"Jon! Stop it! Jeez, I'm your sister, calm down," she pushed his hands away and tried to ignore the flush of warmth through her body. "God, you are *wasted.* C'mon, get undressed before you fall asleep." She reached down and pulled his socks off, then moved up to unbutton his shirt.
"Mm... hmm. You really do look hot though, Steph," he mumbled, eyes drifting closed for a moment. He opened them again, looking bemused as her fingers pulled his shirt open. "And now you want me naked... all to yourself... I shee how it ish." He giggled, then slumped back on the pillow again. Stephanie's face flushed. She was just looking out for her little brother like always, that's all. *It's not like I'm being possessive or anything.*
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*(cont'd below)*
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[WP] A male member of a rock band gets closer to a beautiful 20-something year old female fan. | around how old do you want the guy to be? and anything else you want incorporated? | 3 | 0 | 3 |
[WP] Soccer Parents Behind the Bleachers. | It was a hot day at the end of summer. Mary liked to hide under the shade of the bleachers while the kids were in practice. That's how this little arrangement started. The first and last five rows of the metal bleachers were supported by walls of concrete. There was a nice little hallway between the walls and it kept pretty cool in there. The concrete in front came up to her neck so she could still watch the kids from the shade.
Just as practice started a breeze came across the field and she felt familiar delicate hands slide from her hips to wrap around her stomach. "Mmm I thought you wouldn't come today Jackie. I was hopping you weren't scared off last time."
"We got quite the spook last time didn't we? I really thought we'd been caught. I imagined not coming today but I do love our little sex talks." With that Jackie unbuttoned Mary's jeans with one hand and slid it against her smooth shaven skin. Mary still had both of her hands up on the bleacher under her neck as if she was still watching, but when Jackie started nibbling on her neck, her eyes shut to block out distraction. Jackie ran her finger along the out side of Mary's pussy. Waiting made her want it. Jackie's other hand found its' way under her shirt. It gently explored her hips and belly.
The conversation had stuttered. Mary started again "I finallye told Ted about us."
"Oh yeah? What did he have to say about it."
"He said he'd buy us a strap on if he got to watch."
Jackie shivered at the idea. "That sounds exciting. Would you like that if I tucked you infront of your husband?" Jackie opened the zipper with the back of her hand and her fingers went deeper. She found the softness between Mary's legs and she was met with a soft moan. "Your so wet down there. You must like the idea." Her other hand found its' way up to her unholstered breast. Mary let out another quiet sigh. "Can I Fuck you in the ass? Has Ted ever put it in your ass?"
"N-no I've never let him." Jackie's finger found the sweet spot. She slowly wiggled it until Mary let out another uneven breath.
"But you'd let me Fuck you in the ass right? I promise I'd be gentle. I want to Fuck you in the ass right in front of your Teddy."
Mary locked her arms out against the bleachers and Hung her head between them. "Mmm. M-mm I dunno know. It..."
"I've let Mike in my ass. I know how to work it. Say it. Say you want me in your ass."
Jackie's hand left Mary's shirt and curled it's way gently around the back of her neck. She ground her hips into Mary, simulating her request. She looked down to imagine what it would look like to see herself put a dick in another girl. Mary had gotten distracted from the conversation. Jackie ground into her again.
"Say it. Say you want me in your ass."
"Nnnm uh.I want you to Fuck me Jackie." She whispered.
Jackie rolled her eyes in enjoyment. Her free hand pulled Mary up straight, huging her from behind.
"And where is you want me to put it my friend. Where do you want the fake rubber dick."
"m, in my ass. I want to Fuck me in my ass girl, right infront of my husband." Mary was almost there. She tried to hold in a moan but it got the best of her. Jackie's finger was really working her clit now. Her free hand came up to Mary's mouth. "Quiet now. If you moan to loud they'll catch us and call us perverts. All the little boys out there would wack off to the lesbian moms for the rest of their lives."
Mary was shaking in her arms. Jackie squeezed her tight like a python. She loved watching Mary's muffled little moans. Her chest was heaving up and down. Mary's hands came up and gripped her elbow like a pull up bat. She was so close. Jackie leaned in and whispered in her ear. " even better. I want to Fuck you in the ass while Ted fucks your dripping pussy." Mary gave a last few violent tremors and she went limp in Jackie's arms. She leaned back against her friend. Jackie watched from behind as she took Mary's chin with her free hand and let her suck the juices off her fingers.
"I love playing under the bleachers with you. Come on let's go back to your mini van. I want you to finally lick my pussy." | 3 | 0 | 6 |
[IP] Drifting on a boat in the evening light | Beautiful picture! I will come back to this. | 1 | 0 | 3 |
[WP]A little black book that magically compels a person to want sex with you, if you write their full name in it. | Death Note, but with sex? | 1 | 0 | 5 |
[WP]A little black book that magically compels a person to want sex with you, if you write their full name in it. | Attics were the creepiest places, and of course my mom goes and volunteers me to help my great-aunt clean out hers. Holy shit this lady has a lot of junk and half of it is covered in a two inch layer of dust. What am I supposed to do with this shit? Just throw it out I guess. As I shift a large trunk towards the attic door a clean spot on the floor catches my eye. No its a book, a little black leather book. What the hell? As I pick it up I notice that the insignia on the front is of two people fucking in gold. I knew my great-aunt was weird but what the hell was this? My curiosity gets the better of me and I can't help but to look inside. "Madame Marie's Book of Deadly Desire" it reads. "Inscribe upon each blank page in blood the name of thee whom you wish to couple with and it shall be done." Ha! What kind of crap is that? Seriously where did this crazy old lady get this thing from? "Veronica!" my great-aunt calls from below "Did you find the trunk I wanted?" I hurriedly shove the book into my coat pocket, "Yes Aunt Violet I found it!" She calls back for me to bring it down. Later that day I can't help but to think of the black book. I left it on the kitchen counter when I got home. Why did I bring that with me? It can't be real, things like this don't happen. But could it hurt to try? The only one who comes to mind is Alec. That man is a god come to life and just my luck, he lives next door to me. At this point my curiosity is bubbling over like a witches cauldron. What can it hurt to try? A sewing needle provides the donation that the book calls for, and with some difficult I inscribe "Alec Blackwell" into the old pages. Horror fills me as I watch the words sink into the page and disappear. That isn't even possible! Frantically I flip through the book looking for the name but its gone. Each page is flawless like nothing had ever happened. Panicked I toss the book into the trash and close the lid. Why did I ever do that, that book is going out in the trash and never being mentioned again! Just as I think the words I hear an urgent knocking at the front door. Veronica! I know that voice, it's Alec. As I open the door he grabs me with passion and kisses me. "Well then" I think, "I guess the book stays after all..." | 2 | 0 | 5 |
[WP]Sex with themed body paint. | Ooh,, this sounds intriguing! Leaving a comment so I remember to do this later. | 2 | 0 | 2 |
[WP]Sex with themed body paint. | "So, how did you get into modeling?" I was mixing some Skobeloff over her the bottom of her breasts, watching it rise and fall with her breath.
"Oh you know, needed to find a way to get through school, and I didn't want Sallie Mae fucking me in the ass." She gasped and blushed, realizing her slip up. "I'm so sorry, that was very unprofessional. This is my first gig and..."
"Our little secret," I wink. I had covered most of her torso by now in a lovely glossy teal, and right now I had been working on the shading. I needed to finish the coat before it started to chip.
"So...how did you get into getting paid to paint naked ladies?" She tries to diffuse the tension, but seems so uncomfortable. She must not do many nude shots, for all I know this might be her first.
I smile wryly. "Oh, you know..." I say it in the same way she had earlier, teasing her, "a guys gotta eat." She wrinkles her nose.
"I'm sure you have more fun than that!"
"Oh, I love it. I just didn't think I'd be using my BFA on this." Mostly, I was focusing on covering up how erect her nipples had become in the past half hour. It must be quite cold here.
"But it must have its perks. I don't know how I'd handle spending all day painting over people's junk."
"It can be a bit smelly." I mentally cringed. Too much information. Luckily, she laughs.
"Are you painting me all over?" She asks. I still had to deal with her bottom half, her legs and lower end were still bare, revealing her golden, smooth skin.
"Yes, but it's not going to be instantaneous, be patient."
I take a moment to admire her perfect form. She was stunning, long and lean, but with perfectly round breasts and a lovely curve in her thighs and ass that looked like liquid movement. I've seen her from every angle, and enjoyed the view. Usually, I'm more focused on the job (ok, most of the time, I can look, can't I?), but her body was entrancing. I wish I could just take her right then and...
"Are you ok? You seem a bit preoccupied."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking of what would look good for shading."
I worked in silence as she looked curiously at my brush-strokes.
"My skin is very sensitive, I'm really having fun with this."
"Really?" I ask in mock disinterest.
"Yeah, when you were painting my breasts, I was going crazy. I don't know if it's the heat in this studio, or the fact I've never been professionally naked before, but I'm all over the place."
"You do look a bit flushed."
"Yeah." The rate of her breathing increases and becomes deeper.
"Relax, don't worry. I can't have you breathing like this, you're ruining my work." I laugh.
"Have you ever...have you ever done anything with a girl you've painted?" I blink.
"I've always thought about it, but it's very unprofessional. I enjoy my job, and I don't want to have to stop due to misconduct."
"What about afterwards, when I'm still in the paint? You still have to paint my pussy, and my face."
"You still have to go to the convention."
"It's just a photo op, it won't take too long. Besides, haven't you ever wanted to have sex with Mystique?"
(I'll continue this after dinner!) | 1 | 0 | 2 |
[WP] A really kinky story about punishment in a diaper [anal] [F sub] [F dom] [inc] huml] [bdsm] [bondage] [rel] [voy] NSFW | I think that is crazy hot! Would love to do that :p Care to talk? You should PM me! | 1 | 0 | 2 |
[WP] An elderly man is found having "me time" by a pretty young woman. | In my flat, as small as it is, i have three rooms: bedroom, bathroom, and an open room that has the worst excuse for a kitchen along one wall as anyone could see, alas this is what i call home in my ending years. The bathroom is more like a hallway that ends with a toilet, and the bedroom door hasn't worked for as long as i have been here.
There is one benefit to living here, it keeps me young, nay, she keeps me young. The young nurse, maid, lass, whatever she is, i haven't really gotten to speak to her besides in my dreams, and it isn't like i am talking to her about the weather there.
Last Thursday something happened i would never forget, i was going about my business, trying to prepare myself for the day from after breakfast and she had gotten to me again. I was standing in the bathroom brushing my teeth in nothing but my underwear and could feel it...no...wait, yup, i could feel it. Under my britches, i had an erection! Not very erecting, but what i have come to know as one with my days. So i spit the suds out of my mouth faster than a jackrabbit chasing some tail and scuttle those shorts down.
What to think about, who to think about, what could i do? Slap me silly and call me Sally! I am going to think about her, not in some lame dream i have had, but in the now. Having her on that bathroom counter matching her young, tight-skinned pelvis up with mine, even being old i have not shrunk enough to level with people standing up, especially with my knees not being what they used to.
I can smell it, in between those lips of hers, how wet it is.
I spit on my hand and the saliva makes itself comfortable in the various crevices and cracks.
Nothing can replicate the real thing, but this will do, unless you want to fuck one of those who-men after menopase.
Here we go!! Craddling my sorry erection, slathering some of her "sweet juices", i start encouraging it to grow and strengthen. I can do it, i can feel myself getting firmer.
Sliding my hand over my cock, i can feel myself entering her tight hole, hearing that first penetration gasp. I feel so young! Going deeper and deeper, her wetness is like a gyser, making it almost dangerous terrain.
Her lips guide my once proud spire on course and lead me to better seas of satisfaction.
Uh oh.... i think something fell in the other room. I freeze like i did if i thought there was a Kung in the bushes. I can feel my heart racing, but i keep my eyes clenched.
I hear it, like a song, just octaves too higher to be those muscled "bras" that work here. Oh mylanta, it's her! Her voice is like a siren song calling me, "hello?", "are you here?"
Here i am clenching my trouser snake with my britches at my ankles standing in my bathroom.... | 2 | 0 | 1 |
[wp] An awkward time to discover you have a fetish | It was late, maybe a quarter after midnight, I don't know. My mom and dad had invited my aunt and uncle out of town for the weekend. I guess I was the logical choice as a babysitter to watch my cousin. She was a few years younger than me, more like a little sister than anything. We grew up to be pretty close, more so than I was with my older sister. She moved out when she turned 18.
I was supposed to have made sure that my cousin got a bath and got into bed at a decent time. *Supposed* to. See, she was pretty good at getting what she wanted, even from me. I prided myself on not being easy to push around. But, she persisted, convincing me to let her stay up a bit longer. So, instead of her bedtime at ten, it was almost 11:30 when she finally passed out.
I say passed out instead of went to bed because she was still on the couch with me. I've always considered myself a good guy, albeit a little...*vanilla*. Straight porn, normal girls and guy, nothing too out there. No fetish for younger girls, no fetish for force... But tonight...
She came down out of her bath in a shirt she'd nabbed from my room and a pair of my boxers. They were old, but I hadn't thrown them out. They didn't fit me, but they weren't junk. When she came down the stairs in my clothes, I thought my jeans would explode from the rapid expansion of my cock.
She was a small girl, maybe 5' in the right shoes. My shirt was like a dress on her, but that's not what got me. The boxers were designed to be loose around the crotch area on a guy. On her, it gave me the perfect view of what was underneath... Do you see where this was going?
She came and sat by my on the couch, pleading to stay up with me just awhile longer. Fine. I think another thirty minutes and she'll be ready for bed. Then 11 rolls around and she's somehow even more wide awake, except now, we're watching a scary movie and she just had to sit on my lap.
Now, a cute girl is a cute girl, but I have **never** been attracted to my family. Not like this. Cute, yeah, beautiful? Sexy? *What is this... This feeling...* I kept thinking. She was squirming on my lap, covering her face when the scary parts got worse and pushing herself as tightly to me as she could. Why? She loved scary movies. Maybe more than I did.
It felt wrong... So wrong... But then...she started to move a bit more rhythmically, almost as if she knew what she was doing to me. She had to have. Because when I let out that first gasp, a moan really, she pushed her hips down harder, and then I could feel wetness. I don't mean a few drops of water splashed on me. I mean wet enough to make me reconsider my vanilla-ness.
I was getting turned on. By my cousin. Clad in my boxers an shirt. Grinding on my lap. Turning herself on doing it. And there was nothing I trusted myself to do that I *could* do.
She got up a few minutes later, her body shaking. She kissed my cheek and muttered thank you as she stumbled up the stairs to the guest room. Leaving me alone with the credits rolling and a wet lap. But that wasn't the worst of it.
I wanted my cousin. | 3 | 0 | 5 |
[WP]Two spies get stuck in the ceiling vent. | Finally, Costello is going with this, i knew the meeting would go down in this shitty excuse for a warehouse, but what would you expect for a shipment off a boat, on the docks. So cliché, but Costello loves clichés, prick.
So here we are, crowded in a fucking metal hot pocket of a ventilation system that was probably built in the 50's, looking down this vent at some spray-tanned bozos in monkey suits who are about as stimulated as us.
Staying on the bright side, i got the assignment with that new guy who knows as much about history as i do about hastags, a needed evil.
I have gathered all my intel on this handoff, but i want to get some more intel handing on... I mean, seriously, what is he some spec recruit not even 28 yet? He looks way too young, cropped hair, and of course slicker than a whistle.
*Objectives*
How big is his cock?
Is he vocal?
Will he keep on the mission?
Will this vent support us or kill us?
Obviously we are already closer than need to be, thanks to us being the spy-filling of this rust-pocket. I turn off my comms, it is only needed for emergencies anyway, backup is probably 15 minutes away if there even is any, plus what the hell could they do, i am not even here. With my cover i am probably at some bullshit church gathering jerking suburban yokels.
I move my head by his, sweat coming from under his hair, along the side of his face, and i can see where he wiped it with his glove. "When are they going to pop on some AC?", i jokingly whisper in his ear, letting my tongue brush his lobe with my exaggeration of they, testing if he picks anything up. He muffles a gahfah, most likely just faking it since we both know quite well there is no machine on this line, it is for heat venting out. It also doesn't hurt that we climbed in from the roof to get here, so obviously we saw.
I roll over, as awkwardly as can be to get on my back, wraping him up as i do it, brushing things uncomfortably, putting in a ridiculous show. He can't miss this.
Uh oh, my hand is pinned at his crotch and i am "stuck" so that i can't pull my hand free and he can't lift up. I am "struggling" to free my hand, moving my hand down his.....there it is, down his shaft. Fucking clothes bind stuff up so impossibly.
"What do you think you are doing?", he questions, trying to remain in control of his breath, pssshh good luck. Of course i proclaim i am trying to free me hand, meanwhile i can feel his cock growing silently under those pants. Pulling his pants outward, they much be uncomfortably tight by now, i can feel him as hard as the screws in my ribs from this vent.
Ooohh boy, i was not expecting this from him, his cock is longer than my hand! From what i can ascertain, his head is 1.5" maybe 2, and he is a healthy girth. Did his mama proud down there. My hand finds a comfortable spot and i tease under his head, stroke the grooves of his cock. His breathing is much different now and every so often his eyes clamp shut, seemingly against his will.
The goons on the floor are talking about football now, trying to sound macho, they aren't even literate i bet. Worst part is that they are saying the wrong names for players, obviously not keeping up with the sport. If that one guy says Ray Charles one more time, i swear.
Meanwhile, agent youngc0ck here is starting to move his hips, not even able to deny he is enjoying it. I could ask to bait him morr, but i don't need to risk him losing control of his volume and blowing our cover, if i had the time and space, i might blow this art piece known as Agent's Schlong. For now, though, a super spy handie will have to suffice. His entire cock is pulsing, fluctuating harder and stiffer. Oh god... already? Seriously? Do we have no standards? Fuck my life, he is already close to messing his suit. That will definitely leave a trace of us being here and not to mention he is totally a moaner, from how he has been breathing it is going to be one of those gawdy porno moneyshot groans.
"Hold it!", i whisper as i give him a clench on the shaft and knee to his thigh. There is a truck outside and Chachi there just got off the phone with someone. It is going down!
The sweat on young cocky's face has increased by at least 3 fold and his skin is pink like a god damn baby pig. Too bad for him it is time to actually work. | 1 | 0 | 2 |
[WP] Bates Motel, what if Norman and his mom... [inc] | Could we contribute if we haven't watched the show? | 1 | 0 | 3 |
[WP]looking for graffiti, a couple punks find something else instead. | "Well, Doctor, if you want to give a complete diagnose, I guess you gotta know the whole story. 'Graffiti' was the word in the moment. You could be a body painter, a tattoo artist, a street artist, or one of those 'Look, I know how to write on walls' noob.
It was just like with hip-hop, suddenly, everything was 'graffiti'. And you know what? I hated it. Been a fucking tattoo artist for years. I ink your body, but I don't fucking vandalize it.
So these two guys just came over my shop asking to get one 'helluva hip graff'. Those punks didn't even say the whole stupid word. But I breathed in, Doc, just like you said, and counted to ten.
God, they didn't even have an idea for it. They just wanted to get one, so they told me to be creative, and asked if it would hurt two much. That just got me.
You can't really imagine how tired I am of that kind. No pain, no gain. But as I was going to tell them, it was as if I could hear the words 'Show, don't tell'. And I did show them, Doc. Have you seen the bodies? Probably my greatest work so far.
The needle was possessed by a thousand muses, and yet they didn't understand the beauty of it. They screamed, they just couldn't understand! Is it my fault?? Is it my fault, Doc?? I JUST WANTED TO SHOW THEM, THEY WANTED A GRAFFITI! Hahahahahahaha! Don't you see, Doc? I did vandalize them! Oh, the irony, I even wrote my name! I tagged them Doctor! I did!"
"Please, security. Take patient 246 to his room. He's getting out of control again." | 2 | 0 | 1 |
[IP] Pick one of the three people in this picture for your POV (NSFW) | "No. try again, this time with more passion!" I bite my finger and eye the couple over, lightly touching myself, but trying to be impartial in my judgement.
If Ramon wanted to fuck my sister, I was definitely going to be there. We had talked things over when I found him on top of her thrusting robotically as she lay there like a starfish splayed out. I was furious, enraged at my husband.
Really, it's one thing to subject me to his painfully boring love-making, but to put my baby sister through that? No way.
"Ok, Celeste, I think you'll need to take over. This isn't getting anywhere. Sweetie, lift up your leg, give him some more space to get deeper into you." She smiles at me, still kissing my slightly confused hubby.
She lifts up her leg, staring at me the whole time, while she pushes onto him, almost all the way in as she bursts into laughter and he looks down at her dripping pussy.
"Look at me," she directs him, as she pushes him towards her body, wrapping her arms around him tighter. My foot sways in time to the motion of their rhythm.
"You're doing great, C. Honey, is there anything you wanted to add, constructive criticism maybe?" He just keeps breathing heavily.
I walk over to the two of them, still fucking, and I encircle, them, paying attention to each detail.
"I think you could be a bit more receptive, right dear?" I smack him on the ass, leaving a bit of redness. "Be a bit more aggressive." He nods, and pushes her onto the floor. They struggle a bit, she still wants to be on top, still riding him aggressively, but he's taken it personally this time.
"You weren't always so boring. It's only been since we got married." I lower myself down so I'm at their level. "Here, let me show you how she likes it." I remove his dick and place it into my pussy, sliding it in as I gyrate, and he moves deeper into me, pinning me down, holding my hips tightly as our moves are frantic, desperate, animalistic and I scream in desire. | 2 | 0 | 17 |
[IP] Pick one of the three people in this picture for your POV (NSFW) | Today, I intend to find out who my father is.
I have lived 35 years without knowing his name or what he even looks like. My mother had me when she was only 19, and never told me anything about who knocked her up. She always dodges the questions and changes the subject. With the help of my ingenious husband, we have created a temporal time displacement device which will allow me to travel back in time to when my mother and father were together.
I sit down in the white chair of the temporal time displacement device as my husband draws my blood to sync it to the time placement tracker. "Do I really need to be nude for the time travel to work, dear?" I ask.
"Yes. Of course. And you're not nude, you have your stockings and shoes on," my husband replies, eyeing me up hungrily. "Besides, we're all set. I only found one point in history where your mother and father were together for 10 minutes."
"One point in all of history? Only 10 minutes? A quickie one night stand...classy, mother. Classy." I respond, shaking my head in shame. "Send me to the past."
A bright white light blinds me and when my eyes finally adjust, I'm in a small stone room with nothing but a window and a white block. And a man. A young man. His arms are bound at the wrists behind his back and his legs are shackled to the white block. He can't see me, for as long as I am in this chair, I am invisible to all. The young man looks nervous, but quickly snaps his head up as a sliding metal door opens.
I can't see outside the door, but I hear the voices. "Here you are, Selena. The one you liked is bound inside. Have fun."
"Thank you, Franco. Remember, have the package ready for me at the door and don't tell my father," a familiar voice of my mother exclaims.
I remember Franco. He is my mothers "best friend" who is much older than her...for years I thought he might have been my father. Those thoughts vanish though as I see her. She is young, petite, confident, sexy, and totally nude. My younger mother closes the door as she enters and strides immediately up to the bound man.
"What are you doing to me? Why am I..." The man blurts out before my mother smacks him across the face with such force, even I flinch.
Without a word, my mother makes a move on him and starts kissing his neck, his ear, his lips. Her perky breasts rub on his chest and she grinds against his waist. The young man doesn't protest any more...typical. With a little more coaxing, the young man is hard and my mother takes a step back to admire his cock. With a smile, she lifts her right leg and places it on the white block, guiding herself down on the hard dick before her.
I watch as my younger mother rides this stranger, locking her arms behind his head. Neither of them speak to each other and from the look on my mother's face, she is barely enjoying the situation. Her expression is of mild boredom, as if this is just a job. She slides up and down on the cock fast, twirling her hips and grinding down on him, almost as if she wants him to cum as soon as he can.
Then I can see it in his face. He does have to cum. Nobody can be rode like that without being pushed to the brink of orgasm. So what is my mother up to? Why kidnap this man only to fuck him and let him cum. If this were me, I'd be wanting to get off on a new sex slave over and over. The young man grunts and my mother slams her hips down on him, fully taking him inside her.
I watch the young man's face as he closes his eyes and enjoys the ecstasy of cumming into my sexy mother's body. However, as my mother holds him close, she simply stares up at the ceiling, allowing the man to finish pumping his seed inside her.
"All done? Good." My mother says in a cold tone as she lifts off the now deflating cock. I watch as cum drips from her pussy and the tip of the man's dick. Is that me? Was that it? That's how I was conceived? The young man...my father...starts to protest again, but my mother simply spins around and walks out of the room, leaving him there alone and bound.
Confusion as to what just happened spins through my head. What was the point? Why get knocked up by some kidnapped stranger? There is more to this story, and I intend to find out. I stand up, breaking the invisibility that the temporal time displacement device provides me and take a few steps towards my father. He looks over at me confused and surprised. Before I have a chance to say anything however, the door slides open again.
"What the fuck? Who are you? How did you get in here?" My mother demands. She is standing in the doorway holding the "package" Franco left...a gun. Its pointed right at my father.
And now its pointed at me.
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[IP] Pick one of the three people in this picture for your POV (NSFW) | Seven weeks had passed since I’d signed my six-month labor contract with the firm.
The terms were completely unspecified, as was common practice since the economic collapse of 2083. Finding work was near impossible. When an opportunity presented itself, no one had the luxury of being choosy. Work when asked; do what you’re told; eat what you’re given; sleep when you can; never hesitate. The initial examinations alone were nothing more than a complete invasion of privacy: stripped nude and inspected like livestock.
Despite not being the largest male candidate, I was approved and assigned to the labor division. The exercise regimen was grueling at best, but the work itself was tolerable and was not a risk to my safety. I made it a point to invest myself fully in every task, quietly but with determination and enthusiasm. Whether I was unloading a shipment, maintaining the compound, or acting as butler for the guests, I excelled at the task I was given.
My most highly prized attribute was my temperance. The men who ran the firm had a variety of appetites, most notably observed in their stable of high-class prostitutes. My ability to perform my job undistracted by the lewd acts being performed by these women and girls at all hours of the day had not gone unnoticed. I was often requested as the personal attache to high profile clients being courted for membership. The firm treated me with kindness which I rewarded with nothing less than complete dedication. My daily activities were repeated successfully and regarded with esteem.
I was genuinely surprised when the knock on my door came early that morning.
It was unusual for anyone to be seeking me at that hour, let alone knocking instead of simply barging in. My eyes were foggy from sleep as I rose quickly from my mattress.
“Come in,” I blurted, confused and dazed.
Victoria was the personal assistant to the firm’s chairman himself, known and respected as his ‘right hand’. An order from her was as iron-clad to the servants as to any member of the firm, as her wishes were His wishes. If her wit, intelligence, and charm weren’t enough, her pale skin and perfect hourglass figure pushed her over the top as one of the most intimidating people at the complex. To find her suddenly peeking into my small bunk chamber sent a wave of anxiety through me. Ice-cold water would not have been more effective.
“Miss Victoria, how can I serve you?” My training and expertise kicked in immediately. My eyes locked with her own, unwavering towards the thin, black, silk robe barely disguising her bare curves beneath.
“I’m sorry for waking you at such an early hour,” she said with an unsettling smile. “Your other duties have been reassigned. You will be working for me today.”
With a quick nod of understanding and acceptance, I quietly awaited my orders. She analyzed my response with amusement, looking me over as I stood there in my boxer shorts. Her expression seemed to indicate that she was genuinely surprised that I had not requested further details before so willingly submitting to her. After what seemed like minutes, she finally spoke.
“We have a very high profile client coming in today. He’s about your height and build. I need your help to make sure I’ve selected an appropriate girl for him.”
I nodded again, still unsure of exactly what was being asked of me.
“You’re not very tall, I should say. Neither is he, but he allows it to make him uncomfortable. Does your height make you uncomfortable?”
It had never upset me that I was shorter than other men. What I had lacked in height, I’d made up for with my agility. What I’d lacked in brute strength I’d compensated for with precision.
“No, Miss Victoria. I’m not uncomfortable with my height.”
She pondered this for a moment before her fingers nimbly untied the bow securing the robe to her torso. Gracefully pulling open the silk, the robe slid softly off her shoulders and onto the floor. She wore only dark stockings beneath, accented greatly by the pale white of her skin. I maintained eye contact, but could not help taking in her form. Her breasts were heavy and perfectly formed, tipped with two delicately light-pink nipples. Supple skin curved downwards past her navel to a small, closely trimmed patch of hair between her legs.
Staring back into my eyes, she grinned a bit. “I can see why he picked you. Remove your shorts, please.”
For a brief moment, I hesitated. Within the blink of an eye, an eternity passed. There was no trace that she noticed though, and her impressed smile grew as my shorts dropped to the floor beside her robe. Despite my stature, I was endowed larger than most. Clearly I was not what she had expected. Standing straight, it took every ounce of my effort to remain professional. She seemed to know that as well, and her widening grin only served to make it all the more difficult.
Producing a small leather strap with two loops, she handed it to me with instructions: “Please place your hands behind your back, and gently fasten the loops over your palms. You’re not to let go until I say so, do you understand?”
Nodding again, I did as I was told. The air this morning was warm. With my hands behind me, my back arched slightly forward. The muscles of my core tensed at the unnatural position of being thrust out.
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[wp] The Struggle | This is a dream come true. I am currently in the middle of a threesome with my girlfriend, Erin, and another woman. My girl always said she was interested in watching me please another woman, so for my birthday, she arraigned this threesome.
I don't know this other person other than her name is Amy and she is a skinny redhead with small boobs, a shaved pussy, and loves taking it from behind doggy style. Erin is gorgeous, tan with big boobs and a tight, neatly trimmed pussy. I have no idea if Erin knows Amy or where she met her, but Erin assures me everything is fine.
Currently, Erin is on her back with Amy straddling her, both making out while I fuck Amy hard from behind. I'm holding onto Amy's ass and spreading it so I can watch as my thick cock spears deep into her wet pussy. She feels great...but not nearly as tight as Erin. I slam my dick several more times deep inside Amy, making her groan as she kisses my girlfriend, but then I pull out. Amy looks back, a pout on her face, "Don't stop. That felt so good!"
"Now now, Amy. Sharing is caring." I say as I crouch down slightly and slide my shaft into Erin's waiting pussy. The familiar tight warmth grips my cock and I feel at home here. I give Erin just what she loves, slow, deep thrusts. Amy pouts again, but goes back to making out with Erin and has to settle with me sliding two fingers in and out of her. We fuck like this for several more minutes before another idea crosses my mind.
I instruct Erin and Amy to both get on the edge of the bed on their hands and knees, ass up in the air towards me and side by side. I've always wanted to do this. With two beautiful pussies displayed in front of me, I move first towards Amy, grabbing onto her hips and pound into her body hard and fast. Amy lets out a loud, hissing "yesssss" as I roughly fuck her, but then I stop and pull out, instantly moving to Erin and pushing my cock into her. I hear Amy groan in disappointment as Erin gasps from my dick filling her up. In contrast to Amy, I slowly thrust into Erin, feeling her pussy clench against every inch of my cock. I give Erin several strokes like this before moving back to Amy...then back to Erin...then back to Amy...and Erin...over and over.
I'm enjoying both girl's bodies and the different ways I fuck each one. But reckoning time has come. I can feel my orgasm approach and know that I soon will have to make a most important decision. Erin told me before this even started that I could do whatever I wanted. So I could give Amy my cum, right?
No.
This is a test...I'm sure. Its probably just like Valentines Day. "I don't want anything for Valentines Day this year." Ok, no expensive chocolates and flowers. Bam! In the doghouse. All guys learn this fairly early on in their relationships. So maybe this is the same situation. If I don't give Erin my cum, I doubt something like this will ever happen again.
But wait.
Its MY birthday. I doubt I'll ever see Amy again anyways. I can fill her full of my cum and send her on her way with a little gift to remember me by when it comes dripping out in an hour or so. I can just fuck Erin again and cum inside her then.
Yeah right.
We gotta make some small sacrifices to make those we care about happy, right? I mean, most guys in relationships don't ever even get the chance to fuck another woman, let alone have a threesome. Not to mention how much I care for Erin. I love giving her my cum all the time and would have been more than happy to have just her for the rest of my life. I have to give it to Erin.
Well....
I could just say I couldn't hold it back anymore and it was an accident that I came in Amy....
Oh fuck.
I'm cumming now! I've been so focused on the struggle of who should get my cum, that I forgot whose pussy I am in. My strokes have been so uniform during the mental debate...I could be fucking either one. With my eyes closed I moan as my release shoots through my dick and fills this warm pussy full. My cock spasms again as I shoot another load inside...then another. Sweet, amazing release.
Now I have to open my eyes and see who I'm inside.
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[EU]A jedi uses the force as an invisible dildo (on themselves or others). | **1**
I wish you would have said mind-powers in general, I'm greatly, GREATLY limited by my knowledge of star-wars lore. I'm going for a different writing style too, impersonal.
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"Today you begin your advanced training" she said, looking down on us, 5 teenagers, well-versed in the force but by no means full Jedi.
"Lora-Mae is my name. I am here to further mentor you until Master Induo is willing to accept you on his training regime. You are here because you are the most-skilled of your peers from your prior training facilities, only the most talented will be chosen for Master Induo. You must impress me. Now go to your rooms and prepare for the first lesson tomorrow morning."
I walked out into the corridor and walked ahead of the other students. I work better alone.
Impress her? She has *no* idea what I'm capable of.
But I'd get thrown out, imprisoned for even attempting *that* on her.
These thought drifted in and out of my mind until I reached the room I was shown before. My own bedroom. I used to live at ground-level in a far-off dusty planet, now I can wave at passing ships atop the highest of clouds, it would take me minutes to reach the bottom if I jumped.
When did I first do it? I thought.
"Eamon's Barrow" I mouthed.
She was older than me, friendly towards me but not a friend.
I remember clutching her... her mother had died? do I remember...
Crying. Ahhh yes I saw her crying, clutching her mothers sweater to her tear-soaked cheeks. I approached her and told her it was all going to be better... what else would suffice?
She had lived a few minutes away from me. I remember my parents telling me her mother wasn't quite well, my own father said she would be dead "by tomorrow" at least a dozen different times.
I remember her wearing a a silk dress, cut above the knee, our custom at funerals, she was back in her tent now, the other people grieving in a group outside.
She didn't respond, I rested my right hand on her left shoulder, squeezing slightly.
A sob escaped her and she turned to look up at me. "We knew, prepared. It still hurts". Her eyes stuck on mine, bright green and teary.
"It's all going to be alright" I said
She keeled forwards, folded arms held tightly under her breasts and she started rocking. So much crying that her breath shook.
I knelt and ran the palm of my hand down her back, knuckles bumping against individual bones. Saddened. I had never seen a bout of emotion in a person this strong.
She hugged me, arms clung tightly around the middle of my back, fingers digging in.
I must help you, I thought. The desire to help, alleviate her pain, her suffering, her heartache and joyless existence was immense. Intense.
I leaned my head against her shoulder now. She still shook, crying silently now.
At once I felt an underlying sensation. As if all emotions I have or ever will experience burst free. I gasped.
I felt like I could touch suffering, caress it. A chasm had been crossed.
C-can I *will* her to feel less?
I tried.
Nothing.
"S-sorry" I said. Stupid. I tried again. Murmuring in my mind, I tried the same again. Willed harder, more direct on that singular point in my mind. I grabbed, her more tightly now, and felt it.
A deep vibration. It began under my my knees. Small pebbles and sand bounced off the ground and danced around. She stopped crying and exclaimed "look!"
I didn't stop. I couldn't. I had helped but I couldn't stop. I was at the mercy of my mind. I pressed harder and harder. My mind seemed to be at once roaring and whispering.
The vibration was in my body now, I felt her tensing. She was breathing heavy.
"I think I'm going to fall apart" I groaned "It's me causing this."
"Don't stop" she said. No more than a whimper.
Harder now. She gasped. I didn't know what was happening. She lowered her hands to my waist and lifted her left leg over my right thigh. Straddling me.
*"Oh god"*
She said that. Sounded happy. I put my hand under her chin and lifted. As her face tilted upwards I saw her bite her lower lip. Almost a grimace.
She started trembling. Eyes rolling back.
I knew what was happening.
One word.
"Succumb"
As soon as the word was extinguished I heard her moan as she collapsed onto me. I also heard moans, even screams - from outside the tent.
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**FIN**
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No it's not a 12" invisible vibrating cock-specimen violating multiple orifices in some skeevy manner, but it'll do pig. | 1 | 0 | 4 |
[CW] A hot dog for the buns. Use as many food innuendos as you can. | I like this one a lot....so many foods to come up with.... | 1 | 0 | 3 |
[CW] A hot dog for the buns. Use as many food innuendos as you can. | Let me pour you a hot, steaming cup of coffee.
Some prefer a strong, dark, thick flavor to permeate their senses first thing in the morning. Those roasts penetrate without apology - a full-bodied force with a memorable aftertaste. Others appreciate the lighter, gentler approach - easier on the entrance and a gradual buildup of awareness that there is something entering that not only tastes good, but feels good too!
Roasting is an art, it seems. Making sure green seeds are tossed and rolled around in a hot environment, so as to bring out their signature attitude and flavor. Some beans prefer it just barely brown. Others like it downright dark and nasty. I personally prefer it somewhere between the two: a thick, bold penetration of flavor, without the bitter aftertaste.
The best is a rough grind. Loud sounds echo off the ceiling when the berries are spinning and pulsing and pushing against one another. Gyrating with just enough force until letting their scent and trace amounts of liquid out to enhance the pallet. Then, one can inhale deeply and revel in the perfume of such a strong dance between nature and machine.
Brewing is the last step in the journey before the morning nectar is consumed. The hot water percolates around the bold roast creating a tight pulp. The filter catches all the small dirty bits, and the steaming coffee ejaculates through a small hole in the apparatus. Only moments later, the warm, delicious liquid is enticing tastebuds, coating the throat, and giving the drinker a warm, full feeling, with the added kick of endorphins as a benefit!
This ambrosia is hot. The aroma is arousing, and its taste and form are addicting. I love holding and snuggling with it on cold mornings, and I never want to face a day without it on my tongue.
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*Not every single inuendo, but I like to focus on single, large scale analogies.* | 2 | 0 | 3 |
[WP] An Unexpected Guest (VERY LONG PROMPT) | *Maybe you guys went to school together.*
*No, I remember all my classmates. Maybe she works at the office.*
*Well, she remembers your name, which is more than you can say about most women.*
*Oh shut it.*
I went into the nearest bathroom and grabbed a couple of towels. I thought hard about where I might have seen the woman but my mind came up blank. I looked out the window as I walked back towards the hallway. The trees were swaying with the wind and I saw a flash of lightning pierce through the sky. The raindrops were pounding against the windows now, showing no signs of relenting.
As I entered the main hall, I saw the woman staring out the window with her back turned towards me. She was wearing a light blue shirt and a black skirt that reached just above her knees. She held her black heels in one hand, while her other hand untangled her wet, brown hair. Her gray leather bag was lying on the floor next to her.
"Umm," I said out loud, trying to get her attention, "here are, uh, your towels."
She turned around to look at me. Her wet clothes were clinging to her body. The first 3-4 buttons on her shirt were unbuttoned and I could see her ample cleavage.
"Thank you so much," she said, as she set down her heels next to her handbag. She started walking towards me and I moved my eyes away from her body, choosing to stare at the floor instead. I held out the towels as her smooth, toned legs came into view. I looked up and into her deep brown eyes. She smiled.
My eyes shifted around awkwardly as she took the towels from my hand.
"Can you believe this weather?" she said, while her drying her face.
"What? Yes... I mean... no. Its, uh, completely unexpected." I looked past her and out the window. Unable to make eye contact. "C- Can I get you anything?"
"I'm fine. Thank you so much for asking." She handed me back one towel and then continued drying herself with the other. "You have a lovely house by the way."
I could only reply with a meager thank you.
We stood there for a couple minutes as she tried to get as dry as possible. I looked around the hallway but I couldn't help steal a few glances at her. She was about 5' 9" with a slim waist. Her ass wasn't much to behold but her breasts were something else. A few more of her buttons had popped open as she ran the towel over her body and now I could clearly see her breasts pouring out of her shirt. They must have been E's at least. She definitely hid them well under her shirt but now they were seemingly bursting out.
The flesh was still covered by her white lacy bra but that was as wet as the rest of her clothes. I could slightly see her nipples poking through her bra and I could feel my cock starting to rise up underneath my jeans.
*Wouldn't you like to pump your penis through those knockers?*
My own inner voice caught me off-guard. I shook my head, trying to shake away the thoughts as well.
"Are you okay?"
I opened my eyes to see her looking at me. "Uhh... nothing I--"
My voice trailed off as my eyes darted towards her breasts again. She followed my gaze to see that her shirt was almost open, save for the last two buttons. She covered herself immediately with the towel. I took a step back and turned my head away.
"I'm so, so sorry. I- I didn't mean to. I swear. I just- I-"
"You just wanted to see them right." I turned my head and my jaw dropped to floor. She was standing right in front of me but she left the towel and her shirt with the rest of her belongings. I couldn't believe my eyes.
"What do you think?" She brought her hands up and pushed her boobs together. "Like what you see?"
I stood there in silence, my eyes fixed on her breasts.
"Do you want to touch them?" she asked, teasingly.
"Huh?"
"I *said*," she took my hands and placed them over her bra covered breasts, "would you like to touch them?
I gave her boobs a squeeze, partly because this whole situation still felt a little unreal. That seemed to excite her greatly though, as she let out a soft moan and let go of my hands.
I continued squeezing her breasts, mashing and rubbing them. I couldn't believe my luck.
I looked up to see that her eyes were closed. She was clearly enjoying herself. I studied her face. Her makeup, if she had been wearing any, had mostly been washed away by the rain. Now that her face had been wiped clean I could clearly see her beautiful face. That's when it struck me.
I moved my hands away for a moment and she opened her eyes again.
"What's wrong?"
"Its- You- Umm... you're Bethany right?" I asked her.
"Oh wow," her hand moved to cover her mouth, "I didn't think you would remember me."
"Well I didn't recognize you at first but... now I remember." Bethany was the daughter of Mrs. Parson, my grand-aunt's old housekeeper. We used to play together when we were younger. Unfortunately, she had to move away when her mother got sick. They went to Mrs. Parson's brother's house. Or at least that's what my grand-aunt told me.
And now little Bethany was back, standing in front of me, and boy had she grown up.
"What are you doing here?" I inquired.
"Well, you see, I just came back to the city today for a promising job interview. Or at least I thought it was promising. Turns out they already got who they wanted last week and forgot to notify me. And I'd already quit my old job and I was driving back to my hotel when my car broke down. And then it started raining and I didn't know anyone else in the city. So when I saw this house again, I figured I could get some help."
"I didn't think that you'd remember me. In fact the only reason I know what you looked like was because my mother showed me pictures of you and your grand-aunt. So I walked up your driveway and then you invited me in and then I was trying to dry myself up and then- and then-" she looked down at her shirtless figure and her cheeks went red.
"And then I found out how sexy you look."
She looked up in surprise. Her cheeks went an even deeper shade of scarlet.
"We've been standing here long enough. Why don't we take this upstairs?" I said as I grabbed hold of her hand.
She smiled and motioned for me to lead the way.
We went up to my bedroom, where I explored her body a bit further. I took off my clothes as well. We didn't speak much during that time.
She held my cock in her hands and caressed it gently. Her soft hands tugging and squeezing, as our lips found each other's. Our tongues wrestled and I finally had my first kiss. My inner voice had suspiciously disappeared.
We spent all day together in bed until the storm subsided and then fell asleep in each other's arms, keeping ourselves warm through the night. | 2 | 0 | 2 |
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[WP] Notches on the Bedpost | "Ohhhhh!" he cooed. "How CUTE! Look!"
She looked up from her computer and peered over at TV screen from across the room. The LCD display showed eight puppies crawling all over each other as they scrambled to suckle at their mother's teats.
"Awwwwww...." she smiled.
"Don't you just want to love them forever?" he asked her.
She looked at him. "You want a doggie, huh?"
"No, I want to go in *this* way," he murmured, slapping his cock against the inner part of her bare ass cheeks.
"Yeah, well, that's not happening," she said.
"Let me just put it in a little bit," he said, pressing the issue as he pressed his member against her ass crack.
She crawled away from him and turned over on the bed. "What, are you fucking high?"
"You're drunk," he told her.
"No, I'm not," she said as she hung her coat up over his on the wall.
He smelled her breath on the "not." He could always tell.
"You had seven drinks, but didn't finish one of them."
She counted on her hands, her bracelets clanging together as she mumbled quietly.
"I had one... Barry bought me one... I bought another one for myself... Gretchen had me try her lemon drop... Sara bought everyone a round... And then I had two ciders. ...And that's it. That's only...five-and-a-half."
He smelled her breath again. "Are you sure?"
She paused.
"Oh," she sighed. "I had a beer earlier."
"See? Almost seven drinks."
"Still. That's not that much," she pouted.
"You're drunk," he said again.
"I spaced it out!" she said.
He walked to the kitchen, grabbed a glass, and held it beneath the spout on the fridge, pouring her a drink of water.
She followed him in; he turned and gave her the glass.
"Drink this," he said.
She obliged -- gulping the entire glass down quickly. She was very thirsty.
She set the glass down on the counter.
"Do you want some more?" he asked.
"No," she said, walking closer to him.
He grabbed her around the waist, spun her, and -- holding the back of her head with his other hand -- lightly slammed her against the fridge. He kissed her, and she sucked on his lips as greedily as she had swallowed the water.
His hand wandered up underneath her blouse and felt her left breast over her bra.
"Mmmffph," she said, releasing her lips from his. "Take it off."
And then she kissed him some more, as he reached around her back for her bra strap.
It was gone. She was nude and spread eagle on the bed as he stood before her. Her bed -- the one at her parents' house on Lake Winnipesaukee.
"Take it off," she insisted gently. "I want to feel you. All of you."
"Are you sure?" he said, his right hand grasping his hardened, latex-wrapped cock.
"I'm sure," she said. "I'm on the pill. It's okay."
"You sure you haven't missed any days lately?"
"I'm surrrrrre," she emphasized, her body writhing in anticipation as she felt additional droplets of moisture build up in her pussy. "Please, Don. Let me feel you finish in me. I want you."
He looked into her eyes. He knew it would be all right -- because he loved her.
"It will be all right," he told her, rubbing the back of her head as his arms wrapped around her tightly. He could feel the right shoulder of his shirt moisten from her tears dripping onto it.
She nodded. She didn't know what "all right" meant -- whether her father would wake up, or whether he wouldn't but she would eventually move on -- but she trusted him, and knew intellectually that either answer must be true.
But that didn't stop the sobs.
He kissed her lightly on the temple and held her forever.
Until he wasn't.
"Why do you want to be with me?" she asked, looking up at him from across the bed with her enormous eyes.
"Because you're sweet," he said, turning towards her away from computer in his lap. "And because you're cute..."
"No, but *why*?" she asked, her eyes becoming more serious -- showing genuine curiosity.
"Because of the POTHOLES!" he spat in exasperation.
"Don't yell at me!" she shouted at him.
"I wasn't yelling," he said, doing his best to keep his temper in check as he slowly applied the brakes at the stop sign. "But I had to go over the line to avoid the potholes because you always get upset if I hit them."
"You're yelling," she said. "I'm not going to talk to you when you're yelling."
"You always accuse me of yelling!"
"You're yelling right now!"
"Because you're accusing me of yelling! I wasn't yelling until you started saying I was!"
"Shut up, Don!" she yelled back. "You're being an asshole."
"You're a cock-hungry slut," he told her. "Aren't you?"
She could do nothing but respond in moans and grunts with each thrust of his hips against her own.
"Why won't you say anything?" he asked plaintively from across the couch. "Why won't you talk to me?"
She sighed and turned towards him -- but didn't meet his eyes. "I just want space."
"We've hardly talked at all for two weeks," he said. "You've been working later, I've been out half the nights this week, you've been out the other half, and we barely get a chance to talk."
"We don't have anything to talk about," she said simply.
He looked down. "Talk to me," he told her.
"Mmmm," she said, before choking back a giggle. She plopped his cock out of her wet mouth. "I can't talk while I'm blowing you," she laughed, looking up at him.
"Try," he said, smiling.
"Try to calm down," she said.
He threw his cell phone against the wall. It shattered into eight separate pieces.
"THOSE FUCKING ASSHOLES!" he shouted. "All that money... All those FUCKING years...!"
"Baby..." she said, trying to soothe him, partly out of concern, partly out of fear. "Baby, I know."
She walked to him and reached out to hug him, letting her bathrobe fall open.
"I try!" he cried out, and fell into her arms. The sobs he had been fighting back overtook him as her bare breasts pressed against his sweat-covered shirt, her thin arms holding him to her.
"I try...so...hard..." he said between sobs.
She swallowed the bite of steak in her mouth and put down her fork. "We shouldn't have to try," she told him. "It should be easy."
"No good relationship is easy," he responded. "We need to work at it."
"Not this much."
"Yes, this much," he said. "The best relationships--"
"Maybe I don't want to work at it anymore," she interrupted.
He had been reaching for his wine glass, but his empty hand fell to the table mid-reach. "What are you saying?"
She spoke, but her words were inaudible. Only a buzzing sort of sound filled his ears. Something harsh.
"What?" he asked.
She spoke some more, but again, he did not hear the words. Only the same harsh sound -- like something scratching against something else.
"What?!" he said again, louder.
"You don't need to yell!"
"I try so hard!"
"Why do you want to be with me?"
"Because..."
He loved her.
*SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH*
He opened his eyes.
As soon as he did, Sammy nuzzled against him.
He was drenched in sweat -- despite having kicked the covers off of himself.
He patted Sammy on the head.
"I know," he said. "I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you again, Sammy."
He scooched up on the bed into a sitting position, picked the dog up, and put him on the floor. He turned on the light and stood up as the dog stared up at him intently.
He walked to the bedroom door, opened it, and Sammy trotted out. He closed the door behind Sammy and looked back at the bed.
He bent down to study the fresh set of claw marks Sammy had left -- among the several other sets the collie had etched in over the past two years. The headboard was marked to hell. If he had the dream one more time, he might have to get a new bed.
He walked back to the other side of the room, picked up the covers, and threw them over himself as he climbed back into bed.
He turned off the light. His eyes stayed open as he stared up into the darkness. | 2 | 0 | 4 |
[WP] The holodeck is for porn. | (TNG Season 5, shortly after the episode Conundrum)
Commander William Riker strode purposfully onto Holodeck One. For the next four hours he had the holodeck entirely to himself and he intended to use the time to his fullest. He was dressed in a light, loose pajama set, a subdued purple.
"Computer!" his voice was loud, firm, and authoritative as always. There was the faintest of echoes from the yellow-lined, glossy walls. He'd have a word with Geordi about that - later. "Run Riker program Alpha.." he hesitated, mulling options. "Alpha two."
There came a gentle hum from the computer as it processed his request. "Additional input required. Specify characters."
His trademark wry grin crossed his lips. "Ro Laren and Deanna Troi." Another soft tone from the computer and the black and yellow walls of the holodeck faded away as a suite on Risa faded in. The two women were on the bed, both in full uniform - something Deanna rarely did, but that Will found unbearably sexy. Laren lay closer to him, her usual cold demeanor softened by a lust smile a mischevious eyes. Her face was lightly flushed, highlighting the Bajoran ridges on her nose.
Deanna lay behind her, one arm draped across her chest, softly fondling Ro's breast. Will let his pajama shirt fall away. His pants made a soft purple puddle on the floor shortly thereafter. Ro had turned to her back with Deanna leaning over her, their mouths meshed together, kissing softly.
Riker felt the holodeck lift him gently into the air. He settled back into the forcefield holding him aloft. Even soft his cock was lay thick and heavy along his leg. On the bed, Deanna coaxed Ro first out of her top. Then her pants. Underwear followed.
Will felt his manhood begin to swell, bobbing into the air. Will crossed his legs as Deanna's head dipped between her lovers thighs. Ro began to moan and writhe on the bed as Deanna's mouth went to work on her pussy. Will put his hands behind his head and leaned back, stretching out; the forcefield moved and shifted to fit.
There was a rustling of sheets and clothes. Deanna Troi mounted Ro Laren's face before leaning over to lap the sweet wetness between Ro's legs.
"Computer. Activate subprogram The Stranger."
There was a tone of acknowledgement before Riker began to feel a tickling of his balls. The invisible holographic hand cupped him, rolling the soft flesh around.
"Rotate scene: 90 degrees, towards me."
The bed spun so he was gazing between Ro's widely spread legs. He could see Deanna's firm, full breasts hanging beneath her. He saw Deanna's fingers spreading Ro's lips wide, her pussy pink and glistening. He heard the vulgar slurping sounds as Ro pressed her face up into Deanna.
The hand encircled his cock. There was a wet, slippery feel of lube as the hand began to stroke up and down his length. He bucked upwards at the hip in a counter-stroke.
The moans from the women on the bed grew louder and louder. First one, then two, then quickly three fingers entered ro's twat. Deanna pistoned her hand in and out while grinding her pussy on Ro's face. Ro cried out suddenly, the muscles in her thighs clearly clenching down as a burst of fluid gushed from her pussy onto the bed.
The hand on his cock moved faster and faster. He paid little mind, focusing on the cumming, squirting pussy before him. The volume of Ro's gasps quieted, her breathing slowing as her orgasm passed. Deanna sat up and pressed down firmly, suffocating Ro, challenging her to to make Deanna come. Her breasts heaved in the light, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Her nipples were bright and firmly erect. Will could see Ro's mouth open wide, pressed up against Deanna, her tongue extending deeply into the steaming hot pussy on her face.
Will looked to Deanna's face. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed. He could see her nostrils flaring faster and faster. He grinned to himself; he knew the signal well.
"Computer," he gasped as the hand firmly and quickly stroked his cock. He could feel it growing harder as his own orgasm approach. "Run Riker finisher two."
As Deanna's began to come Ro's hands came up to grasp her breasts, almost as if from behind. Her fingers tweaked and pulled her nipples. At the same moment a finger slide firmly up the Commander's ass and grasped his balls, his cock throbbing and squirting into the air. From a long way away he distantly heard his toes cracking as his body tensed with the power of it.
The program faded away a few minutes later. Will shook himself out of his stupid and ran his fingers through his beard, then the short tufts of his hair.
He made as if to step from a seat and the computer lowered him to the ground. He chuckled softly to himself as he dressed. He had to make sure and remember to call the janitorial crew after he left; he didn't want another call from Dr. Crusher after embarrassing DNA tests. | 3 | 0 | 7 |
[Meta] Don't be afraid to post! | I'm not sure I am writing my prompts correctly, are prompts that are almost like prologues acceptable? I like a lot of backstory and useless detail personally, and I often tend to ramble, for example, see this sentence.
I posted my prompts before looking at any others, because ADHD, but I soon realized that my prompt was longer than many responses to other prompts.
So, are superlong prompts ok? Will they discourage responses?
TL;DR: I Like to ramble. Is that ok for a prompt? | 2 | 0 | 7 |
[WP] Take a genric porn setup and switch the traditional gender roles, take it from there | Just found this sub and had to give it a shot. Hope you and everyone else enjoys. I call this...
**That's Not Delivery**
It's already been 35 minutes since Sam had ordered that damn pizza. Seriously, how fucking long does it take to get a pizza from across the street?
"I should walk over there and--" the thunder booms and he remembers why he hadn't walked over there in the first place.
He gets comfortable in his chair and starts the next movie in his queue. As soon as the opening dialogue starts, there's a knock at the door. He lets out a sigh, mumbles to himself and pauses the movie to retrieve his tardy, and possibly soggy, food.
"I'm going to give this fucker a piece of my mind. This is fucking unacceptable..." He pulls the door open and instantly his anger fades.
Before him stands a very cute and petite girl holding a plain white, but very hot, box of pizza. Her dark green shirt sticks to her ample chest and her white pants have become almost transparent from the downpour, revealing a hot pink thong.
"That'll be $12.37," says the young girl.
"Uh...what?" Sam mutters after lifting his jaw off the floor.
"$12.37. Plus tip."
"Wait," he says. "I paid with my credit card."
"She pulls out a small slip of paper from her pocket. "It says here that the card was declined."
"Wha...?" He grunts in frustration. "I don't think I have any cash on me right now..." he begins to look around the shelf next to the door.
"Well, do you mind if I come in while you look for it? I'm getting soaked and I don't want to catch pneumonia waiting on you."
"Yeah," he mutters and steps out of the way.
He shuffles papers around and moves picture frames out of the way. "Sorry about the mess," he says half-apologetlically.
"No biggie," she responds as she walks into the kitchen to set the pizza down. "Where's your dryer?" she asks.
"Through the kitchen, on the left." He grabs a small piggy bank distractedly and puts it back down. He pauses for a moment and walks through the kitchen and into the laundry room just as the delivery girl slides one of his shirts over her bare ass.
She turns and gives him a coy smile, "Did you find it yet?"
"Huh?"
"The money; did you find it?"
"No." He looks to the dryer as it begins to run a cycle. "What are you doing?"
"Look, my clothes are soaked. I need to dry them off before I get sick."
"Okay, well I don't have the money right now. Is there a way I can call the pizzeria and talk to the manager. Maybe see if he'll let me slide until I can pay him tomorrow?"
"Oh, sweetie," she purrs, walking towards him. "We don't work like that. Either you pay me what I'm owed," Her eyes lock in on him, "or I take what I can."
Sam takes a step back, but she's on him quicker than a fox taking down a hen. Her arms and legs wrap around his body and they topple to the ground.
"What the fuck?!" Sam yells.
"I'm getting what I'm owed; that's what the fuck."
The delivery girl pins Sam's arms down and quickly mounts his face. He tries to move, but this girl is incredibly strong. Her knees hold his head still as her hands hold his wrists.
"Now, little man, eat my wet pussy. Make me cum and I'll let you go."
Her small pussy hangs over him. He can smell the warmth and wetness coming off it. It quickly intoxicates him, making him agree.
"Okay. You get to cum, but so do I."
"We'll see..." she purrs at him. She grabs his hair and yanks his head off the floor, "Now eat it!"
Sam eagerly obliges and attacks her clit with his tongue right away. The shock of immediate sensation makes her tremble and her juices begin to flow freely down her thighs.
Sam pushes his face into her bald snatch, becoming more of a hound the wetter she gets. He sucks on her clit and bites down gently. Her body responds by squeezing his head in between her thighs.
Though muffled, he can hear her beginning to climax loudly. The delivery girl pushes herself into his face and grinds back and forth, on the edge of ecstasy. Her body stiffens and shudders as an orgasm rips through her core.
The delivery girl finally falls forward, panting, giving Sam an opening to escape. Instead he licks the hairless wonder wanting to make her cum again.
"Gah!" she shudders as his tongue swipes from her clit all the way back to her puckering asshole. "Ha-hang on..." She swivels around Sam's face and pins his arms down with her legs. She pulls his shorts down and attacks his cock with her mouth, sucking him down like a leech.
Her ass lifts up into the air, teasing him, while her hungry mouth devours his cock. She sloppily sucks him down to the base and back up. Her small hands work magic, sending waves of pleasure from stroking his cock and massaging his ballsac.
"Hnnn..." groans Sam, bucking his hips up.
"No. Don't you cum yet," she demands.
"Fuck...!"
The delivery girl scrambles down and slides her pussy over his cock. He bucks up again and pushes himself into her. She gasps as his thickness stretches her small snatch. His hands grab hold of her hips and slams her down to the base of his cock.
"Oh, fuck..." she moans. She grabs hold of his legs to keep her from collapsing in a heap of heated pleasure.
Sam pushes his hips up to meet hers as she rides him. Her ass smacks against his thighs, creating an echo throughout the house.
She rolls her hips back harder, pushing against him with each thrust. "Come on, baby. Fill me up."
"Oh, fuck..." he grunts in response. His hands grip her hips tighter as he slams her down on him one last time. He erupts inside of her and she moans out as she pushes back, desperately trying to take all of him in her.
"Holy shit..." Sam moans as the delivery girl pulls herself off of him.
She walks back into the laundry room and retrieves her clothes and slides them on, still a bit soggy. She walks past him as he pulls his shorts back up. "Enjoy the pizza," she winks and walks out the front door.
"Hello?" he hears a male voice from the doorway. "Pizza guy."
Sam jumps up and runs to the door. "What?"
"Um, pizza? It's what you ordered."
Sam looks around and sees the delivery girl run to the corner and disappear behind a row of houses. Looks like three pies were delivered today. | 3 | 0 | 3 |
[wp] [ff] The diary of a slave designed to fulfill a fantasy. [Prologue] [Very weird] [Slave] [Future/Sci-Fi] [Long] [Detailed yet Open-ended] | Hi,
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[IP] Create a surreal story: the stranger, the better (NSFW) | Wow! I think this will produce some pretty wild responses. Nice one. | 2 | 0 | 9 |
[IP] Create a surreal story: the stranger, the better (NSFW) | Moe didn't really know what to think about the attachment his girlfriend, Susie Derkins, had to her stuffed teddy bear, Mr. Bear. She said she got Mr. Bear as a gift from a childhood neighbor in elementary school and just couldn't part with him. Moe didn't think that was the weird part though.
A few weeks ago, Moe came coming home from work early to the small apartment he shared with Susie. As he entered, he heard music playing from down the hall where their bedroom was. As he walked down the hall, he heard Susie's voice, "Oh yes, Mr. Bear! Yes! That feels fuckin' great!"
Confused, Moe crept silently down the hallway to where the bedroom door was ajar. He peeked through the doorway and saw Susie totally nude grinding her ass against Mr. Bear while furiously rubbing her pussy. Mr. Bear was propped up on the edge of the bed as Susie thrust her hips back and forth between his stubby, stuffing filled legs.
"God yes! Fill my ass up, Mr. Bear! You're so fuckin' big!" Susie moaned, her eyes closed and oblivious to Moe watching.
Disturbed, but surprisingly aroused, Moe watched Susie for a bit longer. She continued to grind herself on her teddy bear while getting herself off, looking really into this fantasy of being fucked in the ass by her...stuffed toy... Suddenly, Susie started groaning again, "Oh yesss! I can feel your cum filling my ass up!"
With that, Susie also came. Her body doubling over and shaking in pleasure. Not wanting to be caught being a creeper, Moe quickly crept back to the front door, opened it and closed it loudly.
"Susie! I gotta outta work early. Where ya at?" Moe yelled, attempting to sound natural.
He made his way back towards the bedroom, stomping his feet a little more than necessary to make sure she heard him coming. He pushed open the bedroom door, not sure what he would find...but simply saw Susie in the bed under some covers, holding Mr. Bear in her arms.
"Hey Moe. Sorry, I was just taking a nap. Want to lay down with me?" Susie asked cutely.
Moe could see the sweat on her brow and how her hair stuck to her body. Still turned on by what he saw, Moe started undoing his pants. "Actually babe, I'm really horny. I've been thinking about your pussy all day and really got get some."
"I'm sleepy though, Moe. How about tonight?" Susie begged.
However, when Moe gets horny, the old bully in him comes out. "No. Now." Moe climbed in the bed, his cock stiffening as he ripped the sheet off Susie, revealing her naked body. Despite all of Susie's begging and protests, Moe flipped her over and got behind her. Susie's pussy was still glistening wet from her orgasm and Moe slid his thick cock in easily. A few thrusts in and Susie was moaning just as she had minutes earlier.
While slamming into Susie hard from behind, Moe grabbed her ass cheek and spread them so he could watch his cock penetrate into her better, but he noticed something. Her asshole was red and swollen...like it had just been used. As Moe watched, thick, creamy, white cum started oozing out of her abused hole, sliding down around her pussy and his cock.
Moe looked over at Mr. Bear laying on the bed and could have sworn he saw him wink.
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