Author: blacksilkshirt

Biting M+F S&M

^((I wrote this old chestnut in 2007!!! I’ve tided up some nonsense and now in it’s reddit debut….))

____ Before Dinner ____

Dan came over so I could make him dinner. I sat him down in front of the TV so he could watch some wrestling while I wrestled with the making a meal from scratch.

Finally the potatoes were on the boil, and I had time to give him some attention. I made him scoot forward on the couch so I could get behind him enough to rub his shoulders. For maybe ten minutes I worked on his shoulders and back. He carries a lot of stress.

I got bored with that, and moved to stand in front of him. I worked the front of his shoulders, and stroked his silky long hair. Then I sat next to him to massage his arms and hands. He works on the computer all the time so his forearms and hands are always tense.

I started to touch his face and decided to kiss him. After a few slow, soft kisses, it turned passionate. Heavy kisses, lots of tongue and deep breathing… making out is awesome. I put my hand on his leg and slid it up to his package. As I suspected, he was as hard as I was wet (very). Read more »

Texts from Becky [mf] [female pov] [panty fetish]

OMG girrrrrrrl I came home after I was at your place and you wouldn’t BELIEVE wtf happened!

Remember little Jimmy from next door? Yeah Horny Jimmy, from that epic summer when we were like… 15? God that was forever ago. Get this: i came home and found him IN my ROOM. Like he snuck in through the balcony, like back in the day!! I had no idea a: that he was back at his mom’s because I would have called b: was hot af now and c: was more of a filthy pervert than literally anyone else I’ve ever met!! Straight uppp

I’m gonna tell you what tf I’m on about but I’m like embarrassed for him, I don’t want to say! But I will, because LOLL plus, well, you’ll see.

There I am, carrying a towering basket of laundry, I get the door open somehow and am stumbling into the room, and I just see/feel this presence. A bigass man, over by my dresser, and he turns to look at me and I’m like JIMMY?? Read more »

Hard [FM] d/s. Silly poem for a dirty man.

My boyfriend is a great big slut,

It’s not just that he likes to rut.

First kiss his mouth to make him weak,

Snap at him if he tries to speak.

Give his face a great big slap,

Make him beg and feel like crap.

Mash his face into the ground,

He’s a pig, a worm, a hound.

Watch him pant, oh he wants more—

My boyfriend is a depraved whore.

But he has something, and I want It,

So I grind his mouth into my clit,

Shove away, climb on his pole,

Ride him, feel him fill my hole.

I choke him out, deny him air,

Scratch his skin and pull his hair.

I’m panting, heaving, I have come,

I’m used up but he still wants some.

I shove a thumb in his tight pucker,

My boyfriend is a filthy fucker.

I pound him, watch him writhe and moan,

I bite his cock and hear him groan.

He twitches, jerks, I’ve set him free.

He’s grinning: that’s my slut! Come dirty.

A gentle touch is all you need. f+m m+m f+f

I touch you with my fingertips, my fingerprints, the smallest contact, the gentlest of strokes. Miles of skin to snake across slowly. Your body so lovely, tender like fruit, like a dream that lingers into the day.

My touch is a whisper, a wisp, light as a cloud, but with the warmth of blood. I could roam across your planes, the valleys and hills of your human landscape, for endless aeons.

Your smile invites, I visit your face with a touch of a finger. The sweep of your forehead, the arc of a brow, the shell of an ear, and finally, inexorably, the complex curves of your mouth. I make contact, your lips part. Hot, humid breath escapes silently, a song of sighs.

Take my hand and rest my palm upon you, then add the weight of yours. If on your chest, dissolve into sleep. Or choose to spark a wildfire, and tumble awake with hot gasping jolts.

I will come back to you darling, and drape myself beside you tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.