She was terrible and beautiful. A creature of desire. Something of feral sexuality. A different day, I would have been tempted to try to tame such a wild beast. The key word being try. A different woman I would have never thought of as a beast, something less than human; but with her, if I didn’t, she would have taken it as an insult. If I didn’t, she would not be shoving my hard cock into her hungry, slutty, wonderful mouth. The way her perfect teeth grazed me brought me to a different place. Normally, teeth are a death blow to a good cock-sucking. With her, it was her way to remind me she was an erotically primal thing and best not to forget it.
She sucked me with a ferociousness that by watching us would almost seem counterproductive. She sucked on my cock with one goal in mind. Me feeding her my sperm as quickly as possible. My pleasure was an afterthought to her hunger. She knew I would get pleasure from it. She knew I would delight in watching how her ruby lips and pink wet tongue and nimble fingers would feed on the streams of white ecstasy that she would rip from my body. Again, an afterthought. She needed to drink me, eat me, devour me…unravel me, so any stray thoughts of trying to tame her would melt away. She didn’t want to be tamed, she wanted to dig in deeply until she freed my own primal beast from its controlled cage. I was always too controlled, she said. She wanted to watch my control melt away. She lusted to cum watching that control disappear as my cum filled her mouth and my lost moans fed her ears. There is little better than cumming into a wanton slut’s pretty little mouth as she smiles around your cock, knowing she just got everything she wanted. My cum and my primal beast set free.
Author: fttada
The Corridor [FM][FFF][Voyeurism][Oral]
The heavy door slammed down, shutting and locking behind Helen. It was a crashing, metallic sound of finality; a sound only to echo up through the corridor she was now standing in, an echo that eventually submitted to the noises of lust and sin and rapture coming from further on down. Her pulse quickened. Her body became abuzz from the rich, illicit sounds; reacting and responding to them all. Part of her wanted nothing more than to listen to those erotic sounds for a while, to let her fingers wander herself and wonder what was beyond the sweet and sinful sounds. But that was not possible, not here in this secret, seductive place. Time was a premium here.
The corridor was a flood of sterile, eerie light, halogen white that cast no shadows. It started as an incline with bare smooth walls on both sides, the slope of the incline made it impossible to see what laid ahead, without climbing it first. So Helen began to quickly traverse up the initial incline, while hearing the first rule of the corridor reciting in her head:
*Move quickly, choose quicker, for if another enters the corridor before you find a room, forever will you be banished, your sponsor too.*
The Parade [FM][Public Sex][Exhibitionism]
*Slu-rrrrrrp!*
The sound was like nails on a chalkboard to me. Worst still, it meant we were that much closer to going to watch the stupid parade. Being an introvert, I hated parades. Noisy and crowded and just not much fun for me. Lisa on the other hand, loved them and I was always her go-to when everyone else was not interested. She knew I would eventually go along with her, after some arm twisting, bribing, etc.
*Slu-rrrrrrp!*
Lisa was sucking in more air than whipped cream or chocolate shake. As she did so, her eyes hungrily eyed the malt I still had leftover in my stainless steel mixing cup while her fingers absentmindedly toyed with one of her bracelets. Her crimson painted lips went from suck to wicked grin in no time flat. Instead of asking me for the rest of mine though, or just stealing it outright (which she has been known to do), she uttered in a normal level tone, “Gosh, the malts they make here make me fucking horny.”
At the surprise or shock (or perhaps a mix of both) at her sudden outburst, with more than a few heads to turn to suddenly take in what was just said, she continued, “and why is it we’ve never fucked before?”
Bon Appétit [MF]
I watched her from across the table, watching me, with only the two roses between us interrupting the otherwise perfect view. The roses are an unexpected addition to the table arrangement tonight. Her pawn so to speak. Her initial move.
***Something unexpected, and yet because of it, clearly defines intent…***
I watched her, watching me. The glint in her eye as I savored the next sinful bite from the meal she prepared for me, specifically for me, yet very much for us. The sultry smile hinting at her wet lips, as she not only savored another sip of the Pinot Noir, but also enjoys watching me try to puzzle out all of the hints interlaced within the meal. To try to figure out her intentions and innuendos just by taste and smell and texture.
To back up some. We lead hectic lives, with no sign of slowing down anytime soon. The chaos of it all, in turn, without fully realizing it, has put our more intimate facets of life a bit out of sync. In essence, we were in a bad rut, of the worst form. Where we always use to be able to flow into each other flesh and needs nearly effortlessly, now it seemed almost impossible to do so.
Crushing Velvet [FM][FMF][Voyeur]
Lisa stood there gripping the backside of the crushed-velvet winged chair. A slight tremor going down her spine causing her exposed flesh to blemish with goosebumps. That tremor was a mixture of a few things. The first thing was merely how sinfully the chill in the air seemed to invade her senses. How the chill caressed her skin just so, so that all of her warmth seemed to gravitate to her cunt. The second thing that contributed to the tremor was how aware of the lace ever so lightly brushing against her nipples as she shifted in minute movements. She had worn this negligee dozens of times and it never did this to her. The sensation both annoyed and excited her. Annoyance from the tease of it, of wanting a deeper touch. Excitement from a greater anticipation and lack of any other touch. Which leads to the third facet of her tremor, the part of her that was horny as fuck and could barely keep containing it.
Rendezvous
Shelly let my cock slip from her parted lips, a thin strand of white, glistening cum escaping her wonderfully lush mouth with the slip. She playfully licked what she could of the cum from her chin, the rest she gathered up on her finger, sucking it off in even a more playful way, and yet still reminding me just how damn nearly innocent while sexy she was all the same. We are both completely spent, seduction and arousal making way to comfort and playfulness. Shelly always preferred to end a rendezvous with me with my cock in her mouth. She claimed she enjoyed it because it seemed to give me a more tortured pleasure, because the pleasure lasted so much longer. She also claimed she really enjoyed the gentle intimacy of it, of tasting us together after a final, long session of sex, and laughter, and intimacy that the rendezvous always brought. She also claimed it had as much to do with balancing out how our rendezvous usually began.
Poison [MF]
She is poison. She is venom of the worst sort. I find myself sitting across from her anyway. Worse still, I find myself wanting her, her poison be damned! Wanting to roll the dice and taste her seduction; without choking on the poison that always comes with it.
She is poison. She’s destroyed men I felt were much stronger than me. Still, I’m getting drawn into her eyes that study me, feeling her striping the clothes virtually off of my body, imagining all of the ways she will pull me in, desperate to wanting her touch.
She is poison, and I cannot help myself but to want a taste of it. I’ve always come to her rescue after she’s burned all the bridges down around her. I’ve always given her the shoulder to cry on, the understanding, the loyalty. Before now, I avoided the poison that she is. But I have lived my life avoiding poisons of all sorts. I have driven down the road of the straight and narrow and still have gotten rammed into. My life is currently a car wreck of metal and flesh and blood and bone. I hurt, I weep. And I am too tired to avoid a possible taste of poison now. From my current vantage point, dying from her wicked poison seems a fate better than dying from what already ails me.
Encounters in the Night [FM][FMMM][Succubi/Incubi]
Ryan was lost in a dream, a deliciously wonderful dream. He knew it was a dream because Lori – his good friend and neighbor – had never been naked with him like she was in the current moment. He knew it was a dream because Lori – sweet and perky in a grown-up girl next door sort of way – was never this slutty, even though Kyle, her boyfriend, assured all of the guys she very much was behind closed doors. He knew it was a dream, because he had no guilt enjoying Lori like this and her enjoying him as well; no guilt of Angie, his fiancee, finding out. It was just two secret lovers sharing a fantasy in his mind. Lori scraped her nails seductively down his chest that sent swelling vibrations to his sex…
Ryan woke with a start. That felt too real! His heart pounded, his sex throbbed. He caught his breath one moment, the next he realized he wasn’t alone in his bed. At first he thought Angie was home from her work-related trip. Then he felt fingernails tracing back up his chest, felt his cock spasm, and looked closer at the woman’s face.
The Poet [FM][F] [Seduction][Voyeur][Couplings]
“Every woman loves a poet, once she finds the ***one***.”
The way Kate said *one* was as if she slipped a note under my skin and *one* was the cipher to reveal its deeper meaning.
“Oh. I know a few women that *despise* poetry,” I fenced back, not sure why she seemed suddenly interested in starting a new game. Perhaps because each of us were past physically spent and our naked bodies were past the buzz of the aftermath of that spending, past the evaporation of our primal heat, slowly finding the new equilibrium a deep fucking brings. Her mind needed to fuck now. I could see it in her eyes. I could taste it from her renewed skin. I could hear it in the word *one*, as it burrowed under my skin to see if there was any lust left inside me to still tap into, the deeper kind of lust that needed the full attention of a deliciously deviant mind.
I could feel the key of it slowly start to turn, to unlock whatever she was trying to unlock. Whatever seductive game she was playing at now. It was her favorite game to play. She seduced my mind playing that game way before she consumed my body with hers.
Fingers [F][FM][Masturbation]
I see her there in the middle of self-pleasure. After the day I had, it is like icy water to the face. She awakens me with crisp clarity.
I watch her for a while. She seems oblivious that I am finally home. Her hand under her panties… Biting and tugging at her discarded dress, like a desperate lover…
I watch her until she cums. I watch her until she cums again. Then I steal her hand away from the trap of her soaked panties and wetter cunt.
I slip her drenched fingers into my dry mouth. I moan as if I am fed new life. My terrible day suddenly melts away.
She watches me like a hawk. She tastes danger in my mood. My fingers slip under the wet silk of her panties. I moan as her cunt kisses them, welcoming their return.
I think of the first time I slipped my fingers there. I think of the last time… I think of every time in between.
I just let them slide over her lips Back and forth Until she is rubbing her cunt
Back and forth Against my eager fingers Taunting them for more.