Author: BrielleKing

Ass play on the couch [fm]

We were drinking tequila on his couch when I decided he was the most fuckable man on the planet. He was wild and raw and addicting. I wanted more. He knew it.

“Get over here,” he said, motioning to his lap. I happily obliged, wrapping my arms around his neck and straddling him with my thighs. He held my ass in his massive palms. I could feel him getting hard beneath me. I lowered my mouth to his and kissed him, running my fingertips along his jawline. He moaned and deepened our kiss, greedily tightening his grip on me.

“I fucking love your ass,” he groaned as I started to grind my hips against his. I smiled with pride. He noticed.

“Are you being a little tease?” He asked me, realizing what I was trying to do.

“Of course not,” I said, calmly. It was a lie.

He stiffened and glared at me. “Get up. Take off your clothes,” he commanded.

My pulse quickened. I loved seeing him like this. I loved when he took control. Read more »

Do you think about me? [fm] [masturbation]

Do you think about me?

When your thoughts wander to places you’d far rather be, am I there with you?

Does our skin touch? Can you feel the electricity that passes through me in your fingertips, making you tremble? Does that give you butterflies, just imagining it?

Does your mind’s eye paint brilliant pictures of me glowing for you? Am I naked? In your bed? Am I resting my head on your pillow, wrapping myself in your sheets, making them smell like me?

Do you wish you could reach out and touch my warm skin? Brush the hair out of my face, run your thumb over my bottom lip… Caress my cheek, trail your fingers down my neck…

Does that image of me thrill you? Does your cock rise at the delicious thought of my body next to yours? Do you touch yourself wishing instead that my delicate hands were wrapped around your hardness, gently stroking them up and down your length?

Do you throb at the thought of me sneaking lower in the bed, gradually kissing my way down your torso, staring back up at you as I take you in my mouth? My tongue exploring you, deliberately tasting you, drawing out your pleasure… Read more »

[fm] You missed being my dirty little slut?

“You say you miss me, baby?” He groaned into her ear.

His voice was deep and controlled. His breath warmed her neck and sent vibrations to her core.

His left hand gripped her waist as he nuzzled her ear. She purred for him. She had craved his touch for so long.

“You missed the way I make you feel?” He continued, grazing his teeth along the vein pulsing in her neck. She couldn’t help but shiver in response.

He slid his hand up further, reaching her swollen, sensitive breast. He ran his thumb over her nipple. Her sex clenched at his touch.

“You missed being my dirty little slut?”

He poured his baritone words like honey into her ear; it’s deliciousness dripping like the wetness between her legs.

His fingertips trailed down the midline of her body. She trembled with anticipation.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he whispered. Her knees fell to either side, welcoming his touch.

He kissed her, teasing her inner thigh, drawing out her suspense. She was aching for him, made breathless from his kiss and her desperate need. Her greediness for pleasure only he could provide made him ravenous. Read more »

The photographer ?? [mf] [romantic prose]

He was an artist, a photographer with a love for nostalgia and soft lines.

She was a romantic, desperately searching for someone to hopelessly adore her.

They met at a downtown bar. He drank dark liquor, holding the glass in his careful, confident hands. She drank white wine, licking her lips after every sensual sip.

“You’re beautiful,” he says to her. He means it.

When they first kiss, it’s slow. His fingertips brush the angles of her face. She swoons. Her romanticism burned for the beauty he saw in her.

“Let me photograph you,” he gently pleads. “Let me show you how gorgeous you are.”

She glows from his affection. He takes her home. She lets him undress her. She would do anything to keep his eyes on her.

Her lips are swollen, her chest is flushed from their embrace. He’s captivated by her spell.

She lays on his bed in the candlelight, performing for him. She stretched, lengthening her arms and arching her back. She looks to him for approval.

He praises her with the clicking sound of the old film camera shutter. Read more »

Late Night Texts, 3: I still think about that night… [m4f] [quickie]

To: Juliette ?
Tuesday, 8:22pm

I know we haven’t talked in a while, but I heard that Drake song while I was driving today and thought of you. You know the one, “Good pussy and white wine, I come alive in the nighttime.”

It reminds me of those nights in your old apartment, just you and me. Cozying up on the couch and drinking wine, laughing with each other and teasing each other, seeing how long we could make it through the movie before I had you naked.

I still think about the night we barely watched whatever that Channing Tatum movie was and it inspired you to give me a little strip tease. You swayed those hips for me and took off all your clothes. Your skin was so soft, you were glowing from the light of the TV.

I took off my pants and you sat on my lap. I grabbed your ass as you rode me. You were so velvety smooth, so warm. You tasted like Prosecco.

I stayed inside you as we came together. I watched your eyes roll back as you clenched around me, milking every last ounce of my orgasm. Read more »

Late Night Texts, 2: My good little slut [m4f] [quickie]

To: Baby Girl ?
Sunday, 9:17am

Last night was amazing. I love the way I can so easily turn you into a dirty little slut.

I woke up thinking about you on your knees, my fingers in your hair, fucking your pretty mouth. Your big, gorgeous eyes staring up at me as you open your throat.

You better rest up for tonight, baby. I’m going to reward you for being such a good girl. I’m going to worship every inch of your body. I’m going to make sure you are just as addicted to my mouth as I am to yours. I won’t stop until you’re crying out my name, an exhausted, soppy mess on my bed.

What time are you coming over?

Late Night Texts, 1: Thinking about you in the shower [f4m] [quickie]

To: Him ?
Wednesday, 10:23 pm

I thought about you in the shower earlier…

You were standing there with me, underneath the hot water, steam dancing around your body. We kissed as your soapy hands slid around my body, bubbles lingering on my chest.

I traced my own fingertips between my breasts and down my stomach, thinking about you, wishing it was your hand. I closed my eyes and let the hot water run down my back, imagining it was your heat warming my skin.

I pulled on my nipples, picturing your mouth, your soft lips pressing against me. The quick bite of your teeth sends shivers to my core. My body aches for you.

I touch myself, swirling my clit and diving my fingers between my legs, desperate for you. Water runs down my neck and my shoulder; I long for it to be your mouth, kissing me and biting me, coaxing me to come for you.

I can hear you growl into my ear, “I miss this.”

I find my release and moan your name to the empty room.

When are you coming back?

[MF] Cosmic Connection [one night stand] [oral] [hotel sex] [fiction] [long]

My legs were crossed, pointing in his direction. His left hand rested on my thigh, his right hand lifted his glass of red wine to his lips. I watch his mouth hungrily as he drinks.

“Come up to my room.” It’s not a question. I feel his grip on me tighten slightly.

“I don’t know you,” I replied, more confidently than I felt.

“Not for long.” He rose, buttoning his jacket. He leaned in closer to me and I was lost in the subtle scent of sandalwood. “I’d like to get very acquainted with you, Mallorie,” he said softly into my ear.

I was spinning in a heavenly, intoxicating haze of red wine and sandalwood. Every inch of my skin was alive, my skin left glowing from his gaze. All of my blood seemed to be rushing to the center of my body.

Who was this man?

He offered his hand to me. “Trust me,” he winked.

How could I say no?

– – EARLIER THAT DAY – –

“You don’t have to commit to having his babies, Mallorie, I’m only asking you to have one drink with him.” Read more »