Heather stood at the window and gazed out at the lush green of the garden, the red brick walls and the blue roof of the apartment building across the street. Her hand traced the outline of the building as it cut into the sky and disappeared into the clouds. A shiver ran down her spine and she crossed her arms to preserve the moment.She was naked and it was freezing outside. She could see her breath disappear into the cold air.
She turned away from the window and pulled her comforter tight around her. Suddenly, she felt a thump against the wall next to her and a curse from the other side of the wall. “Bloody hell, you scared me, Max! What are you doing here?”
The thump turned into a shove and then a loud crash. “You know this isn’t my house, Max! I scream through the wall. “Get out of my apartment before I call the police!” Another crash followed and Max flew through the air like a rag doll. He landed on the bed and rolled over, his face red and his eyes glassy.”I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in here,” he muttered, his voice raw from screaming.
He got up and brushed his teeth in the sink. He looked in the mirror and winced at the scratches on his face. He ran a hand through his hair and grimaced at the clump of dirt caked in his blonde locks.He looked like a ruffian, but he didn’t have the heart to tell Carly that he’d been roughed up by a bunch of punks the night before.
The living room was dark and silent. He flicked the lights switch and they illuminated the worn carpet and the moldy couches. There was a smell of stale beer and sweat that permeated from the hallway and up the stairs to the second floor.
Author: Adorable_Ebb_3786
Naomi in Neverland
It was a beautiful day in San Francisco. The sun was shining through a soft cloud cover, the birds were chirping outside, and everything was just right. That is until you opened your door and saw a man on the ground. He was tall and broad shouldered, dressed in what could only be described as a loincloth, and covered in mud.”Good day, sir,” said Naomi as she closed her door and pulled the chain. “May I have the password please?”
The gentleman’ stared up at her for a moment, his face a mask of distaste. “Do you expect me to fuck you with that thing?” he asked incredulously, pointing at her weapon of choice.”Do you expect me not to fuck you with that thing?” she countered, stripping off her clothes as fast as possible. She threw her panties and bra’ on the ground, revealing her neatly groomed cunt, and jumped into the tub.
She filled the room with steam, her body steaming as she rubbed herself all over in preparation for her massage.”I don’t know what you expect, but I expect a good fuck,” she said as she stripped off her clothes and climbed into the tub The water was lukewarm, just right for a girl who loves to masturbate. She sat back and spread her legs, reaching for her breasts as thoughts of her favorite porn star, Selena Gómez, took over her mind.
As she rubbed her clit, her thoughts turned to her favorite masturbation fantasy. Selena was tied to a bed, blindfolded, and fucked by a group of men in a bacchanalia of orgasms. Each man took turns cumming inside her, one after another, until she screamed with her mouth wide open and her cunt pulsed with each spurt of semen.
Someone like Zach [m]
I’m a pale, podgy and thoughtful housekeeper from Ireland. I’m also a sucker for a good romance, so when I saw Love Me Tender” scrawled in lipstick on the mirror, I couldn’t help but smile. It was the first chapter of Love Me Tender.
Zach’s voice jerked me out of my thoughts.”Hey, pretty lady. What are you doing this weekend?”
I squinted up at him. “Doing the usual. Housekeeping and all that jazz.”
“Jazz? That’s my girl.” He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “Come with me.I need your help with something.”
I followed him through the back door and down the corridor to what used to be my bedroom, now turned into a sort of sitting room. The furniture had all been moved into the middle of the room, leaving a bare floor and whitewash walls.
There were two armchairs and a sofa, all in need of a good dusting. A window looked out onto the garden, and a door led outside. It was dark outside, so I could barely see anything. “Where are we going this weekend?”
I asked breathlessly, my heart thumping in my chest. I loved surprises. Who didn’t? The more unexpected, the better.”I need your help with something,” he repeated. “I’ve got this big project I need to finish, and I can’t do it without your help. Can you come down to the workshop and help me set up the equipment?”
Filtered Confessions
It was a typical Friday night. The kind that makes you wish you were still in college, drinking and partying with friends. The kind that makes you wish you had a boyfriend so you could go out and do stuff” instead of staying in and watching Netflix. I was sitting on my bed, scrolling through Instagram and trying to decide what to make for dinner when my phone rang.
I ignored it the first time, but the second ring brought me to answer it. I knew that ringtone. It was my roommate’s ringtone the bong bong bong of a text coming through. I sighed as I stepped off the bed and made my way to the living room. “What is it this time, Han?” I asked as I settled into the couch.”Hey, Claire! Where are you?”
“At home. Why?”
“I need your help with something.”
“I’m not your maid, Han. I don’t clean up after you and I don’t help you with your homework. Get your own roommate if you want someone to do that for you.””But I don’t want someone to do that for me,” Han said, “I want you to do that for me.”
My college dreamboy
I was sitting in class, taking notes on the latest assignment when I felt the familiar pang of jealousy hit me. It was the first day of my sophomore year, and already I was in love” with my professor. How pathetic is that? I mean, I loved him as a professor, but what he said and did in class was another matter. He was so handsome, too.
He had this way of looking at me when he talked that made me feel like I was the only person in the room. And he was so tall 6’4″, that I had to tilt my head ever so slightly to see him eye-to-eye. It was the kind of thing that made me want to squirm, but I didn’t.I didn’t want him to think I was a freak. I tried to focus on the lecture, but my mind kept wandering to the handsome stranger sitting next to me. Was his name Connor? That was the name on the napkins at the coffee shop, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t his real name. Why would a college student go by that name? It sounded made up.And he was so good-looking that I just had to assume that anyone with that name had to be good-looking, too.
Office Fantasy Adventures Part 1
My workmate’s name is Tim. He’s a cute little ginger with a mop of strawberry-blonde hair. He’s a few inches shorter than me, but otherwise, we have the same build. I like him a lot but I’m not sure if he likes me back.
We work in Accounts Payable and there’s a lot of paperwork involved. It’s a nightmare trying to get everything squared away before the end of the month. One day he asked if he could take a walk with me. We were in the middle of a big project and he wanted to get out somewhere quiet”, he said. I said yes and off we went.
It was a beautiful day and we walked along the river for about twenty minutes. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. It was a perfect day.
We got to a bench overlooking the water when Tim stopped.
He put his hand on my back and said, Do you want to kiss me?’ I said yes and we ended up under the trees kissing. It was wonderful. He tasted like honey and I could feel his hands all over me.