ChaoticCephalopod, Author at NSFW story

Study Buddies [FF]

I was the new kid in a small town high school. Friends had never come easily to me, so when Olivette took an interest in me I leaped at the opportunity. We quickly discovered that we had a lot of the same interests. Books, movies, TV shows, favorite subjects, favorite foods, we were compatible in every way. And we shared several of the same classes.

So whenever a project came up where we were offered the chance to partner up, we took the opportunity and convinced her parents or mine to allow a sleep over on a school night.

It was winter, and we had been given an assignment for history. Within two hours the project was complete, leaving us to our own devices (no pun intended). I was prattling on about the most recent boy I had gone to the movies with when she looked at me and said “Why do you keep dating guys, when you can’t stop staring at gorgeous girls?” my jaw dropped. I thought I had been discrete. It turns out that I’m a rather transparent person, and in this moment I wanted only to disappear. After what felt like an eternity of searching for words that wouldn’t manifest, Olivette saved me “You don’t have to be embarrassed, I’m usually looking too.” I felt my cheeks go red. Read more »

Why I love thunder storms

Forgive me if the writing style is out of place

Perfect velvet blackness beneath the silk you used to cover my eyes

The pitter patter of rain on our roof

I fidget quietly with the cord that binds my wrists above my head

I shake with lustful anticipation of the touch you’ll give me when the moment is right.

Then out of the darkness your lips caress my neck, your finger tips brush across my breasts.

My lips curl into the coy grin that always drove you mad.

The hand leaves my breast, two fingers rest on my smiling lips

I gently suck at them, and play at the space between with my tongue.

Your teeth sink into the flesh of my neck

I moan

“Not yet.” You whisper to me

I shudder

Your wet finger tips glide from my chin to my neck, down been my breasts, across my belly

Slow

Painfully slow

But I know better than to make a sound

It’s raining harder now Read more »

My [F]irst sprained wrist

Sorry to disappoint, but this won’t be a BD/sm post (at least, not today).

I had just gotten my first vibrator after my first bad break up. Touching myself was a favorite past time, but after feeling the warm pulse of a man inside me, it wasn’t enough.

I ran a bubble bath and lit candles, then I sunk into the tub with my new friend and turned it on beneath the water. It jittered in my hands. I tentatively tapped it against my clit. My nipples instantly became rock hard. I tapped it again. The water rushed against me, before the vibrator gently struck. Before long I was moaning softly, hips rhythmically swaying with the intensifying taps from my new favorite toy.

Then: horror. My parents were home. I hear my mother “honey, are you sick? I’m coming in.” I began shouting “NO NO NO” I sprang to my feet as the door handle turned, hopped from the tub when it opened a crack, and slipped on the wet tiles landing flat on my face and spraining my wrist. With the vibrator continuing to hum loudly in the tub.