Author: Forverayoung

“Ouch!”

I froze on the spot as the lift doors closed behind me.

*Thinking I would not bump into another soul in the wee hours of morning, I had shuffled out of my apartment in my night slip, carefully balancing three oversized boxes in my small arms. I yawned, most unglamorously, while I waited for the lift to arrive at the 48th level.*

*So, imagine my horror, when I peered past the boxes stacked tall in my arms, you popped into my view, adjusting your spectacles.*

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Panicking, I tried to turn, but for some reason, my brain-to-arm coordination became glitchy, and the boxes smacked you in the face again, just as you huddled over to the empty space beside me.

I cringed in apology, and you chuckled as you adjust your spectacles again.

You brought your phone up from your side to pause the video you were watching—Devilman Crybaby.

“Here, let me…”, you paused to remove your earphones and tuck your phone into your back pocket, before grabbing the top two boxes, “… help you with that.” Read more »

You are turned away from me on your pillow, something you do whenever you are upset with me. I sighed as I climbed into bed beside you. I pulled the blanket up to my chest and fiddled with the hem, contemplating an apology in my head. I sighed again, before turning my back to you, and forcefully squeezed my eyes shut.

*Go and sleep.*

*Fuck you if you think you’re going to sleep without apologising.*

*What? It wasn’t even my fault! Why should I say sorr-*

*Then I don’t think you’re gonna sleep very well tonight…*

“ARGH!” I sat up in exasperation and scowled at my conscience. I mindfully took a deep breath, and thoroughly exhaled. I looked over at you, and you are still sleeping, snoring lightly.

I slowly sneak up to you while you are still asleep. I tuck your hair behind your ear. I softly kiss your temple, plant kisses all over your studded ear, and nibbled on your earlobe.

“I’m sorry, love.” I whispered in your ear. Read more »

Morning light glinted through the blinds that are swaying gently against the window, the cool aircon breeze blowing steadily at it. I stirred from sleep, and squinted at the golden glitter, becoming mildly aware of cheerful chirping from outside. I pulled the quilt up to my chin, and nestled in its warmth. My movements must have roused you from sleep, because I felt your hand blindly feeling its way up my torso, eventually cupping my modest breast.

I let out a small moan as you pinch my nipple, hard from the cold, between your thumb and index finger. Still lying prone, you turn your head towards me. “Need breakfast?”, you asked, and gave me a stupid grin. I giggled. I watch you prop yourself onto your elbow and gaze down at me. Your stupid grin disappear, as I feel your intention tapping lightly against my tummy.

You planted a long, deep kiss, on my lips. You slowly pulled away, and then threw the quilt off me. I instinctively bent my knees to fend off the sudden chill. You crawled to my feet, glided your hands up my calves, and cupped my knees. You pried my legs apart, and I drew in a sharp breath. “You know how much I love this,” I whimpered, as you lowered your head and buried your face between my legs. Read more »

“Harder, harder, harder!” I groaned weakly.

*”Suck it! Almost there…. Uhhhh!”*

Both of us panted in exhaustion as we admired my bodycon tube dress in the mirror. 

*”Finally… got… the… zip… up…”* you complained, and collapsed against the door. 

“Too… tight…” I wheezed. In the mirror, I see your piercing blue eyes scan my hourglass figure, lingering at my voluptuous curves. 

*”Shall we get you out of that, then?”*

I feel the dress zip slowly slide down my back. I turned swiftly to face you, and gasped in delight as your finger traced the dress’ sweetheart neckline, over my heaving breast. My head tilted back in pleasure when your fingers accidentally brushed against my nipples, as you teasingly peeled the dress off me. My boobs bounced free from the confines of the dress. You groaned in excitement at the sight of my C-cup girlies jiggling as I shimmied out of the dress. 

I gently pushed you backwards against the wall. I inch my face closer to yours, and tuck your luscious lock of blonde behind your ear. I run my finger across your cheek, and across your painted lips. You inhaled sharply as I groped your buttocks, and then pulled your dress up to your waist. I glide my hand down your taut tummy, and then yanked your panties down. I see your eyes roll back, and you let out a soft whimper. Read more »

“Harder, harder, harder!” I groaned weakly.

*”Suck it! Almost there…. Uhhhh!”*

Both of us panted in exhaustion as we admired my bodycon tube dress in the mirror. 

*”Finally… got… the… zip… up…”* you complained, and collapsed against the door. 

“Too… tight…” I wheezed. In the mirror, I see your piercing blue eyes scan my hourglass figure, lingering at my voluptuous curves. 

*”Shall we get you out of that, then?”*

I feel the dress zip slowly slide down my back. I turned swiftly to face you, and gasped in delight as your finger traced the dress’ sweetheart neckline, over my heaving breast. My head tilted back in pleasure when your fingers accidentally brushed against my nipples, as you teasingly peeled the dress off me. My boobs bounced free from the confines of the dress. You groaned in excitement at the sight of my C-cup girlies jiggling as I shimmied out of the dress. 

I gently pushed you backwards against the wall. I inch my face closer to yours, and tuck your luscious lock of blonde behind your ear. I run my finger across your cheek, and across your painted lips. You inhaled sharply as I groped your buttocks, and then pulled your dress up to your waist. I glide my hand down your taut tummy, and then yanked your panties down. I see your eyes roll back, and you let out a soft whimper. Read more »

I watch your gaze follow my hands as they slide over my modest mounds, and down my plump tummy. I squint at the dress and pouted, “Feeling fat.”

Your eyes caught mine in the mirror, and you chuckled, “Let’s get you back into…. that one.” I glance at the mini dress I wore into the changing room, draped across the round stool at the corner, and bit my lip.

You undid my zip, and I stepped out of the unwanted dress. You handed me my own dress, and I slipped it on.

“Now, that’s better,” you whispered in my ear, as you leaned into me, and hugged me from behind. Your hands groped every inch of my torso, and I felt my body burning up with each press of your hard member against the small of my back.

Your hands found their way to my breasts, and you played with my nipples, lightly pinching them through the thin fabric of my dress. Then you took my hands and propped them up against the mirror in front of us. I watch with intense arousal as you undid your pants, and whipped *it* out. My jaws dropped as I admired its length and its veiny girth. Read more »

I pushed through the glass doors, and saw a petite blonde looking back at me, ponytail tied high, and loose curls dangling around the ears. I tuck the curls behind my pierced ears, and caught a glimpse of you working your abs at the crunch bench. A sheen of perspiration glistened on your shirtless body, and I subconsciously licked my lips.

_I had just finished my third set of crunches and was laying back to rest, when I saw you strut over to the standing lat push down machine to the right, behind me. My eyes traced the lines of your shapely buttocks, and as I admired you upside down, I felt a sensation in my groin._

I feel your gaze envelop me. It sent a shiver of pleasure up my spine, and I bit back a smile. I leaned forward to stick out my buttocks and pulled the bar towards me. I let out a tiny moan each time my arms ride the bar back up. Read more »

You are standing behind me in the crowded train, your hand accidentally brushing against my thighs. The influx of people from each station pushes you closer and closer to me. I turn around to face you, and with each push from the crowd, my breasts press against your taut chest. You can feel my nipples poking against your shirt. And I can feel your growing erection grinding my inner thighs.

I free my hand of my handbag, and rub your crotch until your cock begs to be free. I tease your fly open, and you spring out to my delight.

My fingers play with your precum, and then I slide my skirt up my thighs. I guide your cock between my legs, and you start rocking your hips, with the help of the crowd. You can hear my muffled moans against your chest, and that only excites you more.

You grab your cock and jam it into my wet pussy and I cry out in sheer pleasure. Prying eyes see no more than a girl resting her head against her lover’s chest. Read more »