Author: explicit-inkwell

Cherry-Red Confidence – Ch 02, in which a reluctant couple’s sexual frustration finally boils over, thanks to too much hot-tub teasing. [MF] [Str8] [A Very Relieving First-Time]

[Original Work] by Explicit Inkwell

[Focuses on: Both him and her, vanilla sex]
[Overall feel: A Very Relieving First-Time]
[For fans of: >!First time experiences, overcoming reluctance and shyness, a simple and believable plot, taking it slow, lots of build-up, teasing, dirty talk, choking, a touch of anal play, vaginal sex, cumming inside, and of course still swimsuits.!<]

Cheerfully she swung open her front door and smiled wide to meet him, a sight he would never tire of – except this time, he found her standing in front of him with nothing but a baggy shirt hanging down over her bare thighs; a sight that he decided he would also never tire of. They embraced before he could comment, lips locked for a brief moment before she spun around and lead him into the house, the oversized shirt swaying with her hips. He stalled to close the door, and by the time he caught up with her in the kitchen she was just starting to pull up her shirt. He watched from behind as she lifted her arms high above her head, stretching her body out, proudly revealing her new swimsuit: a provocative red color, criss-crossing lines of string pulled taught against her back, ending with a rounded curve dipping just above her butt. “Well, what do you think?” Read more »

Cherry-Red Confidence – Ch 01, in which a shy girl bolsters her confidence to draw out her boyfriend’s hidden lust. [Solo F] [FM] [Horny but Wholesome]

[Original Work] by Explicit Inkwell

[Focuses on: Her, solo]
[Overall feel: Horny but Wholesome]
[For fans of: >!Not-so-innocent shy girls, swimsuits, a budding relationship, female masturbation, a hint of light choking, reading stories in past tense because that’s just how I happened to write this one!<]

She was always the soft-spoken, shy type. Her dark hair contrasted against a pale face, providing the perfect frame for her subtle beauty before falling across her shoulders in tight curls. Baggy clothes were a favorite of hers; tees fell loosely over her larger than average chest and only hinted at the curves to follow. She didn’t attract attention, but was willing to reward the one who paid enough of it. Her modest brand of confidence developed thanks to a few years spent on the swim team, where she found herself in a tight navy blue one piece. She found that the swimsuit wrapped her skin tightly, accentuating her long legs and dragging her body into the spotlight. Though she grew to embrace to the feeling, she still felt butterflies every time she noticed his eyes on her. From time to time, she would playfully arch her back and stretch her legs in acknowledgement of his gaze; though, she would never admit to doing it on purpose. Read more »