This is all based on my most recent ex. We split (mutually,) last August, but we had decided that we’d stay Friends With Benefits (FWB) until the timing was “better” for us to be together.
FWB is home alone when I come home from work. I yell up the stairs as I climb them,
“Hey babe! I’m home!” I turn the corner into our bedroom and see him. My jaw drops. There he is, in all of his glory, completely naked; one of my fake roses in his mouth.
“(Roommate) is going back to see his mom for the weekend.” He says, his words slightly muffled by the flower. I smile, kicking off my shoes, pulling off my hoodie and shirt, walking to the bed. I slide my hands along his Cupid’s Bow and down to his penis. I play with it, a mixture of jacking him off and sucking on him like he’s a lollipop. Juuuust enough to drive him crazy; just enough to turn him on and get him nice and hard.
“Really now? That means I can take a nice long shower!” I grab my towel and run to the bathroom.
“Hey!” He yells after me.
“You’re gonna need more foreplay than THAT!” I laugh as I get into the shower. I shave my legs, and wait, 5,4,3,2,1… *Click* FWB climbs into the back of the shower. I hand him my loofa, already lathered with my sweet cream and peony body wash. He gently washes my back, all the while placing the gentlest of kisses all along my neck. I feel his huge throbbing penis pressed up against my skin, and every now and then he bites my earlobes or my neck. I turn around and kiss him. He deepens the kiss and turns off the water with his foot. His fingers dance along my curves, gracing ever so gently over my scars. He kisses me passionately, and we make out until the only thing keeping us from freezing is the other’s body heat. I reluctantly open the shower curtain. We both hastily dry off and run to the bedroom.
We jump onto the bed and begin to make out. He pulls away, holding up one finger for me to wait a second. He rolls over and opens the drawer in his bedside table, pulling out his orange glass pipe and a bit of marijuana. We smoke until the bowl is gone, kissing becoming more and more intense throughout, our hands pawing at each other’s bodies like we were teenagers. He licks his fingers and rubs them against my clit in a rapid, up-and-down motion. I let out a series of rapid breaths, my head lolling back and to the side, eyes rolling back in my head.
He sucks on my nipples, his tongue making swirling motions on my areolas. He bites my nipples, good and hard, almost hard enough that to make me cry out. He knows the perfect amount of pressure to use to not hurt me… well, to not hurt me-too much-.. I’m a bit of a masochist. And sometimes, pain is pleasure. But when I smoke, it is -all- pleasure for -hours-.
His fingers go deep inside me, but he’s careful not to stretch me out, he wants me to be as tight as possible. He’s still playing with my clit. I let out a moan, biting down on my lip. FWB maneuvers so he is on top of me, I can feel the tip of him at my opening. He stops moving. He hovers over me, breathing heavily, looking into my eyes. I feel myself start to melt; but I know what’s coming. He stares into my eyes, and then he begins to kiss me again, the tip still poised and ready to dig into me. The tip teases me as we kiss, our legs intertwined. My body quivers with anticipation.
He slams it in, all 11 inches, I gasp, and he pulls out; I lay there. He grins, a twisted little smirk. He slams it inside me again, and I gasp again.
“That. Little. Gasp.” He says, pulling out. “Is going to get you into some -big- trouble someday.”
“What do you mean by ‘big troub-‘“ I gasp again as he thrusts it inside of me. He begins pounding me, and I moan and squeal with every thrust. He grabs my phone and goes to Snapchat. When he’s “feelin’ himself, AKA having a good day,” I give him my phone and let him record a video, as long as he wants, of him fucking me. He gets several different angles and we send it out to a few lucky viewers. Throwing the phone to the side, he grabs a hold of my rib cage and fucks me harder and harder.
We roll over so I’m on top. Something comes over me and I ride him like he’s a prized stallion. I feel nothing but pleasure. His huge cock touches me in all the right places and I throw my head back and my eyes roll back in my head. I probably look like a crazy person getting off, but who cares when you’re getting off, right? I come three or four times and then, on top it all, he grabs my hips and starts fucking me from beneath, harder and harder until I squirt. I ask him if he can feel my come dripping down his cock. He shakes he head yes, a huge smile on his face. Ugh, that makes me so hot. I lay down on him for a few minutes, needing to catch my breath.
After about 10 minutes, I climb off of FWB and grab my water bottle that I keep next to the bed. I take a big swig. I then collapse onto the bed. Exhausted. I feel FWB rubbing my butt. I roll backwards just far enough to get close to him again.
“Rest up, darlin’. Round two starts in 15 minutes. I need to shovel some cereal into my face.” He spanks my ass as he gets up. I sit up.
“You’re walking down stairs like that?!” I yell to him.
“No one is going to look at my dick. It’s fine.”
“You’re insane!” I check my phone, several pleased Snapchat viewers.
FWB comes back to the room and I have put on my pink leather handcuffs (not attached to each other yet), my black lace thong, my see-through harness bra, and am on my hands and knees.
“Master, I’ve been naughty.” I bite my lip as I crawl towards him at the end of the bed. “I think I need a spanking.”
“Oh, do you?” FWB say, running his hands through my hair, before grabbing a fistful and pulling. I let out a little squeal, a mixture of pain and pleasure. I love having my hair pulled, and he knows that. I drag my hands down his body to his Cupid’s Bow and begin to suck on his member. He is incredibly large, but I do the best that I can to get him as far into my mouth as possible. I lick and suck the tip like it’s a lollipop, licking up and down the shaft. It still tastes like my pussy. -Mmm.- FWB grabs a chunk of my hair.
“Turn around, Slave.” I do as I am told. Most of the time, I am a good little slave. But other times, I am what the BDSM community calls, a “Brat.” Which is someone who purposely disobeys to get extra punishment. I take off my thong and throw it to the floor. I leave the harness bra on. I let out a moan as he lines his hips up with mine, moving my legs out of the way. His hands each cup a butt cheek. I hear him go “Mmm.” As he squeezes my ass. He spreads my butt cheeks nice and wide, and then he slides his cock into my dripping wet pussy.
“Ooh.” He rubs my butt cheek before slapping it, hard. I let out a little squeak. And he spanks me again and again. He spanks me until both of my ass cheeks are bright red and I swear I’m going to have a bruise in the shape of his handprint there. He continues to fuck me from behind, wrenching my head back by pulling my hair. He releases me, and I quickly brush my hair, we’re getting all hot and sweaty at this point, might as well put my hair up.
I lay back onto the bed and FWB pins my arms over my head, fucking me hard and sucking on my nipples, biting my chest, and making a hot animalistic growling noise. I struggle to get out of his grasp, but he just fucks me harder and harder. He turns my hips to a 45-degree angle and begins fucking me like he was a caveman and I was just the woman he’d claimed and dragged back to his cave to mate with. More animal noises. I grab onto the blankets, I try not to claw the ever-living daylights out of his back. He growls and grunts, he bites my breasts and chest again and again. His eyes glaze over, and his face gets scary. I love “scary face mode,” that means he’s going to come soon. I love come, I love being filled with it, I love having it all over my stomach, my ass, my chest, everywhere but my face and I will kill someone who gets it in my hair.
“You want to come for me baby? Come for me.” I whisper in his ear. I moan, feeling his fingertips digging into my ribcage. We both love the fact that he can just throw me around. It makes him feel powerful, and it makes me feel small/skinny.
He shows his teeth and growls like an animal during mating season. He bites down on my breast, and I run my hands through his blonde hair. I moan and we begin to move together.
“You want to come for me?” He is at the point beyond speech; he just nods. “You want to come? Yea? You want to fill my tight, wet pussy with your come? Mark me as yours?” The more I whisper into his ear, the harder her fucks me, the more aggressive he becomes. “Oh yea, take me, take what you need baby. Uuuggghhhh! Fuck meeee!” His entire body begins to shake, he’s about to come, which is perfect, because so am I. “Oooh, baby, I’m gonna come!” Hearing this, FWB fucks me as hard as he possibly can, wanting us to climax at the same time. I start to lose control to my volume, moaning and screaming like I’m in a bad porno. The pressure that has been building inside of me releases and I can feel myself squeezing his ass, pulling his orgasm into mine. My throat becomes hoarse from moaning.
“Wow. We made quite the mess…” I say, biting my lip.
FWB’s voice is shaky, like the rest of him. “Looks like it’s time for another shower… In 10 minutes when I can stand again.” I nod my head and he pulls me into him. His big spoon fitting perfectly to my little spoon. <3
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/8dbj2g/this_is_my_first_time_posting_here_so_please_be