Author: eatme_beatme

Ugh, fuck. (M+f)

You have something that makes me go crazy. I’m out of the denial stage…I can’t ignore it. You really know how to fuck me on every level.

Your voice, your eyes, your body. Mmm, your body. I want to feel your hands gripping my ass while I ride you raw. I want to see the way your eyes get dark when you know I’m on the brink of unraveling. I want to hear you whisper in my ear how good my pussy feels around that big, hard cock of yours. I want to taste that hot cum in my mouth and let it trickle down my lips a little before swallowing it all.

Sometimes I imagine if we were somewhere alone together for a weekend… oh, what we’d do to each other. We already know how to show each other ecstasy, we’d drive each other out of our minds with the overload of it. You’d eat my pussy until I was shaking and begging and then fuck me until I couldn’t walk. Jesus that sounds good.

I’m ready when you are.

Nostalgia is a bitch (mf nsfw)

Long, heady nights of pleasure, delirious and overwhelming. I took every inch of you over and over again. I came while you railed me, pulsing around your cock, trembling in your arms.

Your eyes would get so dark, cruel and determined. I made it my mission to push you over the edge as many times as I could like it was revenge.

You pushed me back. We fell into something so deep, we had no hope of ever getting out. We thought if we ignored it, it would go away. It only got deeper.

Something between us was so reactive, we’d stoke it a little and act surprised when we were consumed by the flames. Our bodies seemed designed to drive each other crazy. Your lips and tongue on my pussy, my back arching, mindless ecstasy. The only relief was to feel you inside of me, fucking me like you owned me. Slapping my ass and pulling my hair. Your name coming out of me in gasps and moans.

I’d do anything you wanted. Any fantasy you had, I was ready to make it real. We were each other’s drug of choice. Read more »

Harmless (clichés) m+f adult hetero

Our story is eight years of lust and self-loathing. Eight years of clichés that neither of us seem able to let go of. Relationships have come and gone between the two of us and other people, but that stupid little spark between US never seems to fade.

When I met you, you seemed harmless. I get hung up on how harmless you seemed. I wasn’t even interested, it makes me laugh. You asked for my number and I gave it to you with no intention of anything but friendship. Cliché number one.

I’ve been paying for that ever since.

We flirted at a party one night, and I felt the thing between us stir. You kissed me goodbye and cliché number two struck me dumb with our chemistry. The kind that made me wet from one sultry kiss. I fucking wobbled full of drunken lust to my friend’s car with my head full of thoughts of you.

Not long after that, we had sex for the first time. We were on your couch watching a movie. I couldn’t concentrate for shit, you were trailing your fingers lightly up and down my back. I was in your lap before I even realized what the fuck I was doing. You took your shirt off and I laughed at myself for ever thinking you were too tall and lanky. Read more »