Freshoffthefloat900, Author at NSFW story

I Crave Desire

I’ve been craving desire, of a particular kind. My body is always almost riled up, commanding almost, my brain to go ahead with that date, or that late night text that inadvertently some past partner sends. But I crave more than just the momentarily respite, where it’s all about the act, and the release, and everything which precedes it. And after that, radio silence.

I crave thoughts and ideas and feelings that are so fleeting in nature, that they go out of your grasp if you even dare mention it. The desire to stroke my partner’s hair, warm her up on a cold night by pulling her closer to me and wrap her legs around me. Of kissing the bruises I gave her. Of taking her into the shower after I’m done using her as a harlot, and then cherish her like a lover. To wash her body, to dry her up and carry her in. To make her count my heartbeat, just like she counts the spankings I was giving her. Of laying together, in silence, except the rumbling of the air conditioner, and the heat between our bodies. My mind mindlessly wandering, thinking about everything and nothing, until my eyes go to her face, blissful and rising with my chest after every breath that I take. I look into her eyes, and she looks into mine. And that’s all it took, she can feel my cock nestled against her stomach growing. And that’s all it took for her, her breath quickens, and I just need to pry my fingers down into her slit, to find it emanating heat. My mouth salivates, I need to taste her. And I do. And her taste is exquisite. And what follows next is up for debate. We make love. Or I use her body and she lets me, with gleeful abandon. Or it’s a whore indulging the requests of her favourite customer. Or it’s a dominant with his submissive. Read more »

Am I Superman or Batman?

I’ve been drawn to the kinkier side of things as long as I can remember. The journey started pretty young, when I was in school and I’d gone over to a friend’s place for some project. And with kids being devious assholes, he showed me porn for the first time, and I was aghast. But those images stuck to my head. And that set the ball rolling.

A considerable amount of time down the line, I started browsing the internet, going to those places and those sites which were adults only. Mind you, there was no ‘I’m 18, allow me to enter’ kind of a popup. Those were also the days where you’d to give your computer a boatload of viruses to download songs, or if you were feeling adventurous, movies. I remember I used to be by disgusted by blowjobs. Lol. Look at me now. Gradually, I explored more, read more and saw more, and it expanded my horizons. I discovered how porn is not real life way before I had my first sexual experience, discovered BDSM way before 50 shades of Grey existed. I was enamored by kink way before I knew the correct term for it was kink. And it’s been a journey since then, discovering new things, liking most of them. I’m a greedy mofo that ways. Read more »

Her Wants And Her Needs…

She says she’s a kinky individual, looking to explore this sexual side of hers. She says she’s a submissive, and enjoys being dominated, spanked and whatever else her kinks are. Her profile is abound with desires and fantasies, for she’s come to this forbidden land to explore her forbidden desires. Desires her close friends only have an inkling of, and her past lovers have had a glimpse of. She writes what she wants, but there’s barely a mention of what she needs. And just like poetry, the true desires lay hidden in between the words that adorn her wall. She writes about what she wants, but what she needs, you’ll have to read in between those words that she writes.

She says that she wants to be dominated. She needs to feel cared for, safe to be able to let go. She needs to feel that you’re someone she can let herself go with, and in front of. For she has this desire to be cherished, for who she truly is, not what she appears to be. She is both of that, and more. Her desire to truly submit to someone, to kneel and look upto her dom. And for that, she really needs to look upto you. Read more »

Room Service?

“Fuck this Delhi traffic”, I muttered under my breath as the cab tumbled on another 20 meters, and the light turned red again. The cars moved collectively, languorously and slowly like a great giant beast, spewing out soot and smoke out of their exhausts. With my earphones on to block out the kind cab driver trying to make small talk, a man crooned about his lost love to the rhythm of his guitar into my ears. One song turned into two, and then three. Now another artist talked about how he got hoes, and jewels and how his weed is the dankest. The beat slapped, though. One more song later, I was whisked away from the hustle bustle of the Delhi roads onto the well maincured portico of the hotel. ‘Will be there in 10’, I sent a quick text as the car came to a halt. A burly mustached man opened the door for me with a wide grin, as I impatiently stepped out, nodding to the driver’s request for a good rating. ‘I’m late.’ I think to myself as I stand at the reception, shuffling my feet, as the smiling lady checks me in. “The other guest has already checked in, sir”, she informs me curtly. “I know, thank you”, I say with as much sincerity I could muster as a bell boy half snatched my bag away from me as he led me to my room. “First time in Delhi, sir?”, he asks as he half walked infront of me, half with me as he led me to the elevator. “I am from Delhi, have stayed here for more than 15 years”, his polite smile turned into a confused one, and he didn’t really know what else to say. We stepped into the elevator and the door shut “How long have you been working here, Anchit?”, I asked him looking at his name tag trying to make small talk. He seemed like a nice guy. ” 2 years, sir”, he replied as the elevator dinged and the door opened to my floor. “Which way is my room?”, I asked him taking my bag from him in the elevator, his eyes betraying the confusion he felt. “To the left, sir?”, he replied back quizzically, and I handed him 50 rupee note as I stepped out of the elevator. “Thank you, sir” he said with a smile, and he pressed a button and soon he was whizzing down the ground floor. I walked to my room, stopped in front of it, and took a deep breath. I’d been waiting for this meeting for too long now, with impatience. Read more »