Author: Costanza402

Her eyes were the richest hazel I’d ever known. Dark borders with veins of gold and flecks of green. They seemed to shimmer and shift with the light. Those eyes were wide as the humidity sailed through the stuffy room and she shivered, goose bumps glittering about her creamy skin. She tasted of strawberries and cotton candy and sex. Her heavy breath soaring round my face.
I pushed harder and she gasped, “Oh my God, oh, oh God, oh God!” Feeling her slight frame tremble under my body gave me a rush. I could feel the blood run to my face. She was loosing control, as much as she didn’t want to, she was. She didn’t want to be here. Didn’t want me. But what did it matter now, I had her and she was loosing herself in my arms.

She had been in the shower when I walked in. The gym was deserted after practice. Everyone had gone home but the two of us. She to run more sprints and I to smoke a joint and enjoy the sunset. As I walked into the locker room to shower there she was. Read more »

Oh God I want to be on my knees in front of her. To be collared and leashed. To kiss her feet and lick her calves. To taste her wetness. To state up into her eyes and feel the sting of her slap across my cheeks. To beg as she spits on me and tells me who I belong to. I want to stare at her longingly as she grins, watching all her friends pound me into oblivion with their strap ons until I’m a quivering mess sobbing on the floor. To have her walk over and dry my tears with her thighs and taste ecstasy. Be fed a soft nipple of delight before she puts me back in my cage and I’m forced to listen to her boyfriend fuck her brains out all night long. In the darkness I hear her scream and thrash. Feel the walls shake and hear the sounds of wet gagging as she chokes on his pride and joy. My master becoming the bitch. What does that make me?
In the morning she’ll take the sheet of my kennel and smile. Take me out and whip me to feel powerful again. She’ll choke me until I pass out to be in control again. She’ll wake me from my stupor with a bite to my nipple and do it again. She’ll fuck me with something the size of Texas until I cry. Tell me I’m her bitch and remind me who owns my life as she traces her finger around her brand on my chest. And I’ll love her even more.

I begged for it. I wanted it. I craved it. Every day. Of course, I’d never gotten up the courage to do it. So many times I’d dreamed of doing it. Today I did. I shyly stalked up to him in chemistry class, flipping my hair, head down, big green eyes looking up into his. “Can I suck you off? Please?” He was taken off guard and laughed like it was a joke and looked at his friends. All of which had their chin on the floor. I continued, with an eager smile, “I’ll suck you off here, under the table.” He blushed cutely and stammered an excuse to get up. Too shy, he missed out. So I sauntered out of class and made a beeline to the bathroom. I swung the stall door closed and began to touch myself. Caressing my chest, and gently tracing my nipples. Moving down, I slipped my hand under my skirt and slid my fingers deep inside myself. I was so wet my thong was soaked through. I gasped and shuddered, slipping and sliding, and moaning his name. “Shut up you slut!” The next stall called out. Read more »

Madi tried not to squirm as she gazed down upon her plate of dull green peas and dry chicken. Her legs were sliding and hopping under the that long, white tablecloth. After an eternally long day of waiting, this was the time she chose? Of course it was. Clara knew exactly what time they ate dinner. She’d eaten here many times herself. The small vibe she’d been wearing all day had finally come to life and it was all Clara’s fault.

Clara was a little older and definitely more experienced than Madi. So when she proposed the idea of controlling Madi’s orgasm it was both tantalizing and terrifying. But of course she went along. There was no way for her to resist Clara’s piercing blue eyes and blond dreadlocks. That face of a fallen angel had led her to trouble’s door more than once. She’d never tried a vibe before, but oh my God, she was learning she loved it! It just wasn’t a great time for such a revelation. “Meekee,” she let out a little squeal as her parents looked at her. Read more »

Mandy shivered as her breath lilted up and off into the great beyond. She was a melange of hot and cold as she stared up at the swirling snowflakes. Unique pieces of divinity falling from the heavens, bringing life and wonder. Each one sparkling like the innocence of childhood. Bound to be battered and worn by the world until they became a mud puddle dwelling in the ditch. Then she looked down at the sight below her. Somehow even more divine.

Dahlia sleepily gazed into her eyes, surrounded by snow and pinned to the ground as Mandy straddled her. Mandy’s rosy cheeks flexed as she smiled, “You’re rapturous!” The lazy reply came sarcastically, “And you’re a weirdo.” They both giggled. Dahlia groaned through chattering teeth, “My hair is a tangled mess and I haven’t showered for 36 hours. I’m so gross!” Mandy leaned down and gave a kiss that warmed the both of them. They had little but the flames of their love to fend off the cold these days. “You’re resplendent! My reason for being and the fuel for my sputtering star.” Dahlia cringed, “Okay drama queen. That’s enough out of you!” Her hands flew under Mandy’s hoodie and sought warm sides ready for a tickle. They both giggled again and then Mandy gasped as those cold hands found something far more soft and supple. Read more »

The afternoon light burst through the window and lit her like an angel. Just inches away, I could smell her marshmallow perfume. I could taste it! God, it was delicious. Her loose bun of hair flowed this way and that, rebellious strands swiping down to tickle her neck. Abbi had the cutest little freckles speckling her face, not that I could see them at the moment, but they made their way down around her collarbone and traveled across her strong shoulders. I could see a few of them playing with those wayward strands. It was then that I finally heard our chem teacher, “I said are you with us Ms. Lecroix?”

“Y-Yes ma’am…I’m sorry” I replied, embarrassed, but instantly sinking back into the depths of my waking dream. I crossed my legs and began to bounce them in short, soft bursts. A little dance with myself. I hummed my favorite song and longed to lean forward and whisper into Abbi’s ear, “I love you and I want you.” Read more »