Author: ASilverTongue

“Buzz” (Segment Three) [F] [Vibrator, Public/Voyeur, Humiliation/Retribution]

*This piece was originally written and submitted as a response to [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/kuy0xi/wp_the_restaurant_you_work_at_took_a_page_out_of/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/Squidtalker.*

*All characters – featured and mentioned – are 18+*
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“*Uhhhhmmmm…*” She warbled, haggard as she continued to shiver. “*I’ummmm… Sorry…*”

She made an attempt to clear her throat as she struggled back up onto her feet.

“*Thaaaaank… Y-Yoooouuu… For s-suuu-ah!… Suuuch a… big… t-tiiii-iiiip…*” She slurred as seven wide pairs of eyes fixed on her.

“Uhhh… Claudia, why don’t you…” Bree reached out, trying to loop her arm under Claudia’s. “Why don’t you come with me back to the office…”

“*Nnn-no… It’s… Oooo-oookaaa-aayyy…*” Claudia refused, shakily disentangling herself from Bree’s grip.

“Claudia, you can barely stand, let’s-“

“*Mmmmmmmmmmwaaaahhh fuuuuuuck!*”

Claudia wailed as another avalanche of pleasure forced her to her knees, the vibe bringing her to a second orgasm. Her toes curled in her shoes. Her nipples poked through her top. Her legs squeezed together and her hips bucked and jerked trying to get more…

Claudia lurched forward after several moments, catching herself by planting her hands on her knees and hanging her head, her long black hair obscuring her face as she panted and gasped and shook. Read more »

“Buzz” (Segment Two) [F] [Vibrator, Public/Voyeur, Humiliation/Retribution]

*This piece was originally written and submitted as a response to [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/kuy0xi/wp_the_restaurant_you_work_at_took_a_page_out_of/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/Squidtalker.*

*All characters – featured and mentioned – are 18+*
***

Christina had a point… Trey had already recognized her, or so she thought… And it wasn’t as though the job made her appear modest to begin with…

Backing out of the kitchen yet again, balancing in hand six beers on a platter, Claudia was still nervous…

Being seen and being recognized working at Buzz *was* embarrassing… But it wasn’t *the most* embarrassing thing about her situation…

“*Sorry it took so long.*” Claudia hesitated as she came back up to the table, each of the six occupants turning their heads to look at her. “*Here are your drinks!*”

“BEER!” The cry went back up as Claudia passed the frothing mugs out, wedging them in any spot of open table she could find between the sea of plates.

Leaning over the table, Claudia glanced over at Trey, nervously, biting the inside of her lip. No doubt the others were getting an eyeful of cleavage or a peek at her ass, but she wasn’t worried about them… They didn’t recognize her… Read more »

“Buzz” (Segment One) [F] [Vibrator, Public/Voyeur, Humiliation/Retribution]

*This piece was originally written and submitted as a response to [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/kuy0xi/wp_the_restaurant_you_work_at_took_a_page_out_of/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/Squidtalker.*

*All characters – featured and mentioned – are 18+*
***

“I hate this job.” Claudia sighed as she backed out through the swinging kitchen doors.

She felt the initial *vwrrr* as the RF tag reconnected. The kitchen was shielded – a radio dead-zone – and signals from elsewhere in the restaurant couldn’t reach in… But, the moment she stepped back into the dining room, she was reconnected and *it* buzzed each time it lost or regained connection…

She was all but used to that, by this point, though. She felt that *vwrrr* at least a hundred times every day. It was an annoyance, and it made her jump and wriggle a bit as she walked, but she walked nonetheless.

“Here are those jalapeño mozzarella sticks you ordered,” Claudia said as she reached to set the hot plate on the table between two customers. “Aaand two beers… Will there be anything else?”

“No, thanks.” One of the two men smiled at her, ruffling through his jacket pocket and producing a crinkled one-dollar bill. Read more »

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, Monique.” [F/F] [Kissing, Groping, Fingering, Boss/Employee]

*This piece was originally written and submitted as a response to [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/crs1qc/wp_less_talking_more_kissing/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/Macktosh.*

*All characters – featured and mentioned – are 18+*

***

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, Monique.” June demanded as she backed the surprised Monique against the wall.

“Wh-“ Monique cut off as June’s hands shot up to her shoulders and shoved her.

Monique stared at the woman, mouth agape, as June closed the last few inches of distance between their bodies and kissed her, not waiting for a response to the demand.

Monique was as flustered as she’d been since college, and confused to boot. Since she’d started at this bioengineering firm – a bright twenty-something, straight from her graduation ceremony, with a diploma in chemical engineering burning a hole in her pocket – she’d had no end of trouble from June.

Hmm… Perhaps “trouble” wasn’t exactly the right word…

June was almost in her thirties, and had been with the firm for a few years by the time Monique showed up. They’d met on Monique’s second day with the company – turned out she’d been assigned to June’s lab – and she immediately struck Monique as having *attitude*. Read more »

“A Cold Heart and Two Warm Hands (Part Two).” [F/F, Fantasy, Fingering, Unusual Erogenous Zones, Dirty Talk]

This piece is not a sequel to, but a direct continuation of “A Cold Heart and Two Warm Hands (Part One)”, originally submitted as a response to [this post ](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/j3kyo6/wp_as_a_fire_mage_she_was_important_to_have_along/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/Gahidus.

*All characters – featured and mentioned – are 18+*

***

“*Mmm… Mm hmm…*” Jocasta acknowledged.

Her ears were, in fact, “really sensitive”… All Elves’ ears were… and were to the point that touching them carried an almost overtly *erotic* connotation…

Maybe that was why she was being so forthcoming with information; so relaxed and disarmed… The Succubus’ magically warm fingers were *turning her on*…

The last time she’d felt like this was the night before she’d left the convent, laying down under a full moon and an open, starry sky with a sweetheart she’d known for a century…

Now, far exceeding her normal comfort-zone and flying in the face of the Elvish orthodoxy, here she was in a tent, still half-frozen, *asking* to be felt up by a Succubus she had known for less than a hundred hours…

“*Feeling okay?*” May asked, hot breath tickling Jocasta’s unhandled ear.

“*Yeah…*” She breathed immediately. “*Yeah…*” Read more »

“A Cold Heart and Two Warm Hands (Part One).” [F/F, Fantasy, Fingering, Unusual Erogenous Zones, Dirty Talk]

This piece was originally submitted as a response to [this post ](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/j3kyo6/wp_as_a_fire_mage_she_was_important_to_have_along/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/Gahidus.

*All characters – featured and mentioned – are 18+*

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“*I can barely fucking see through all this snow!*”

“*What!?*”

“*I said, I can barely fucking s-*”

Jocasta’s foot sunk into the snow in front of her, the sole of her boot coming down oddly on a hidden feature of the rocky path that the three people in front of her had somehow avoided, and slipped, sending her flailing face-first into the powder.

The impact wasn’t painful… How could it be?… But the sudden lurch forward had knocked the hood of her heavy fur coat off her head, and her previously warm-and-toasty ears now stung unbearably as they were exposed to frigid environment.

Before she could react to pick herself up or cover her painful lobes, the rope around her waist went taught, and she felt herself being dragged forward through the white. Snow found its way down the neck-opening of her coat as she was dredged along, biting into the skin of her upper back and collarbone, sending brand new shivers through her whole body. Read more »

“Fun With Frosting.”[M/F, F; Fantasy, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Messy Sex, Masturbation]

*Originally submitted as a response to [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/j2k42j/wp_when_a_succubus_set_up_a_cupcake_delivery/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/Gahidus.*

*(All characters – featured and mentioned – are 18+)*

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“Holy shit, Jenny! What the fuck happened to you!?”

Jenny flashed a smirking grin at her coworker as she shambled into the bakery, the metal door of the employees’ entrance clattering against its frame behind her. Her gait evidenced a slight hobble, her uniform was unevenly buttoned, a smear of white and bright pink slashed across one cheek, and more of the same color caked the frazzled mess that had been straight, shoulder-length black locks when she’d left for her delivery an hour ago…

“I, uh…” She almost laughed. “I had another *very* satisfied customer…”

“Satisfied, or *satisfying*?” The same coworker asked, earning a round of giggles from the rest of the kitchen staff as they continued rolling dough, filling pastries, and frosting cupcakes.

“Both.” Jenny admitted, still grinning as she squeezed past them. “I’m gonna go clean up.”

“Girl, we want details!”

“Later!” Jenny called back, turning down a short hallway and pushing into the break room.

The room was small, but that hadn’t stopped the girls at *Taste of Temptation Baked Goods* from making it fully functional. Read more »

“Firecrotch & The Extinguisher” (M/F, Vanilla, Fantasy/Sci-Fi)

This piece was originally submitted as a response to [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/a2d4u9/wp_two_mutants_who_are_forced_to_stay_in_a_secret/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/Getlucky12341.

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“Okay, okay… How about *Flame-Retardant Man*!?” Lyall asked, taking a sip from his beer.

“Any internet troll worth his salt would drop the ‘ant’ from that name, then spread the joke around without mercy.” Mia countered with a giggle, reaching across and stealing Lyall’s beer, taking a sip for herself.

“Fuck… Ummm… *The Extinguisher*?”

Lyall could always get a laugh out of her. It was something Mia had come to appreciate and adore about him while they had been incarcerated together. She was twenty four, he was a year older, but neither had seen the outside of a mutant detention center and testing lab since they were nineteen… until tonight…

“Why?” Mia asked, grinning mischievously and trying not to laugh as she handed back the bottle. “Because all someone has to do is ‘pull your trigger’ once and you’ll start spraying white stuff everywhere?”

“Oooh, burn!” Lyall laughed, taking another drink. Read more »

“Waking The Coven.” (M/F, Group Voyeur, Fantasy/Paranormal)

*This piece was originally created and submitted as a response to [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/hn0dnc/wp_if_an_undisciplined_mage_has_sufficiently/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x) by u/gahidus.*

*All characters (featured and mentioned) are 18+.*

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Like so many other gifted graduates, Natalie had been well-spoiled for choice when it came to the subject of where she’d pursue the next step in her education. Yet, out of all the other options, the Old Keep College of Sorcery had held out a special appeal for her; one that she could never seem to put her thumb on…

It certainly wasn’t the housing situation on campus.

Though the individual rooms in the dormitory building were of decent – even large – sizes, they were cluttered with lines of heavy, clunky, obtuse desks and two-level bunk-beds, among all the other furnishings necessary to house anywhere from ten to fifteen students at a time…

Magic was a diverse subject, with a body of knowledge about it so absurdly large that it was virtually impossible for one person to become proficient in every avenue of the topic. Because work in the field, however, usually required at least some degree of interdisciplinary expertise – and often a great deal more than “some” – sorcerers long ago began specializing their studies and forming cooperative professional groups; achieving the much-sought-after interplay of the different branches of magic by working together. Read more »

“The Hitchhiker’s Gratitude (Part 4).” (M/F, Rough Sex)

This is the fourth installment of “The Hitchhiker’s Gratitude”; a story inspired by, and originally submitted as a response to, [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/f4ft7z/wp_turns_out_the_hitchhiker_you_picked_up_is_more/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/RedFredHunter.

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Dim, almost-orange yellow light poured through the widening gap of the threshold as the door swung inward. The inside knob thumped against the near wall, and the wooden slab shuddered on its hinges as it – much more slowly – began to swing back out.

In a flurry of movement, two pairs of feet awkwardly shambled over each other – a heavy set of black steel-toes chasing backstepping sandals. The open-toed footwear snagged on the carpet, and they were forgotten as their owner’s feet slipped out of them and the other’s boots tried over them.

An ursine pair of hands took hold of a slim waist – rough fingers brushing up under the blue hem of a shirt – and lifted it upwards. There was a feminine yelp, and long denim-clad legs wrapped around a burly torso; delicate fingers digging into broad shoulders.

The bear paws roamed southwards, cupping the woman’s ass in their palms, squeezing it through her jeans. Her fingers reciprocated the treatment on his shoulders, tightening their grip urgently. Read more »