flexiblefuntimes, Author at NSFW story

Awoken in the night [MF] [Pegging] [Sensual]

The cool air of the window being slightly opened brushed against my senses as I laid there heavily asleep. The two glasses of red wine, or was it three, had gently rested my eyes as my head hit the pillow. As is often the case, there was the slight glow of the television as a backdrop against the singularly empty room. I am not sure where you were but imagined you were walking our guests to the door as you stayed up laughing and finishing off what was left of the collection of wine.

I am not sure when the door opened, and you joined me in bed, but I was sufficiently asleep not to be awoken. As is always the case, the dreams I was having at the time were unrecorded, but I was sleeping. My mind began to float back and forth from consciousness, though as I felt something against my back. I thought I had heard your nightstand drawer open, but who knows when you are in this state. Read more »

[MF] Senses of the Kitchen

The sunlight streams through the kitchen window, the front yard and trees slightly visible beyond. You are standing by the counter, one eye on the scenery whilst you skim through your phone after a morning of cleaning and prepping for the day. The kitchen is filled with a scrumptious meal; like perfume through the senses.

*The sight of you brings me pause.*

You’re wearing a sweatshirt with your shoulder exposed and a pair of yoga pants you adore; those, in particular, hugging your body in precisely the right places. As usual, you are bent forward on your delicate tip-toes, your pert backside is thrust out towards me. I don’t think you’ve noticed me. You could be pretending to disregard me, but even in profile, I can see your eyes focused in an expression of concentration.

*God, I want you.*

I come up behind you, wrap my arms around your waist and put my lips to your neck. I’m not sure which is more intoxicating; your smell or the little gasp you make with the motion. I kiss my way higher, lifting your chin with one hand. You close your eyes and reward me with a quiet moan. Read more »

The Girlfriend [FF/Poly]

I trudged my way home from work with the warm Indian Summer air on my neck. With the midwest summers it was always better to wake up to sun and walk home in it, compared to the winters where I hardly saw daylight. As I approached the door through our multicoloured, but subdued shitty architecture, hallway I could begin to smell dinner. You imagine mice have a similar sensation as they get closer to the cheese and inevitable reward. My reward, a yapping dog that unfortunately heard the buckle of my satchel I so desperately try and hide when marching towards the wooden door.

In between the dog’s barks I shout a “hey something smells good!” You both are dancing around a bit as you shuffle between one side of the counter to the other to cheesy 2000’s dance hits. “You two would make more progress if you put down the glass of wine” I say slyly and with a smile. I unwrap the satchel from my neck, reach down to pet the now subdued protection mutt, and sit down on a chair at the bar. She reaches into the fridge and hands me a beer. “Did I mention you are a mind reader?” I mutter to her as she hands me my favourite brew and returns to your momentarily paused dance party. Read more »

The Girlfriend [M] [GAY/FF/Poly]

I trudged my way home from work with the warm Indian Summer air on my neck. With the midwest summers it was always better to wake up to sun and walk home in it, compared to the winters where I hardly saw daylight. As I approached the door through our multicoloured, but subdued shitty architecture, hallway I could begin to smell dinner. You imagine mice have a similar sensation as they get closer to the cheese and inevitable reward. My reward, a yapping dog that unfortunately heard the buckle of my satchel I so desperately try and hide when marching towards the wooden door.

In between the dog’s barks I shout a “hey something smells good!” You both are dancing around a bit as you shuffle between one side of the counter to the other to cheesy 2000’s dance hits. “You two would make more progress if you put down the glass of wine” I say slyly and with a smile. I unwrap the satchel from my neck, reach down to pet the now subdued protection mutt, and sit down on a chair at the bar. She reaches into the fridge and hands me a beer. “Did I mention you are a mind reader?” I mutter to her as she hands me my favourite brew and returns to your momentarily paused dance party. Read more »