Author: GurlIncognito

Thin walls pt 5 (end) [MF + FF]

A few weeks passed. I had a couple of decent-ish shags. He had some which sounded spectacular and listening in worked through a number of my replacement batteries. He had stopped demanding morning head off me and I weirdly missed it and missed him.

Then one lazy Saturday morning I got the old text again “come over and clean me up.” I made up some bullshit to my companion of the night before about my parents being unexpectedly in town and watched him scarper with appropriate haste. And then once the coast was clear I slipped over.

He wasn’t alone. It was the same girl from two weeks ago. I gave her an “I’m on to you” look – she was clearly trying to get herself upgraded to regular FWB and was trying to show him she was down for anything. She had probably suggested this. The look on her face was surprising though. I didn’t quite know what it was. Read more »

Thin walls pt4 [MF (+F)]

If degradation was my new kink I certainly got my fill of it that night.

When he had finally finished fucking her his humanity returned and they kissed and cuddled in a way that made me even more jealous than his attempt to break her in half had. His breathing, which had never elevated significantly returned to normal with the promptness of the athlete he was, hers did not to the point where I half wondered if she was having an asthma attack. But she finally settled into a contented bliss nuzzled into his armpit. I soon saw however that he wasn’t just romancing her. He had trapped one of her arms beneath him and was holding the other by the wrist in his enormous left hand while his right hand made for her crotch and drew from her a number of plaintive yelps and squeaks. Then after a surprisingly short while he rolled himself on top of her again, ready for round two. She pleaded soreness and exhaustion and suggested he fuck the gimp instead.

It took me a second to realise what she meant. That was me, I was the gimp. Read more »

Thin walls pt3 [MF (+F), long]

It was a month later. I was back in the same place, tied with the same ribbon to the same bar, wearing the same nothing only now with the addition of a sturdy piece of duct tape keeping my mouth shut. On the bed in front of me my neighbour was fucking a young woman into a coma.

She was tall and lanky but she looked tiny under him. She was beautiful, like all his conquests, but he had fucked her ugly. Her long fine black hair was now a tangled mat, her cool olive skin was now red and blotchy, what were once exquisite features accentuated by a tiny amount of makeup, tastefully applied, was now a streaky and smudgy warzone, what was once a sexy sultry voice was now a hoarse and panicked rasp incapable of forming words. She had gone through the wild thrashing phase, and was now largely inert aside from a gentle shuddering. Yet my neighbour showed no signs of slowing down and seemed intent on pounding her into oblivion against the sweat sodden sheets. More than anything I wanted to change places with her. Read more »

Thin Walls pt2 [MF, long]

He didn’t say anything for a while, his eyes taking in my tousled hair, my undeniably exquisite curves, my heaving chest, the sweat and, down lower, other liquids, that were running off me and staining his sheets. I didn’t say anything either, just taking in how enormous he was. He was functionally muscular, clearly not a bodybuilder, just an enormous athlete who could break me in half without breaking a sweat.

“Up” he said eventually, something about his tone gave no possibility of not responding. I got out of his bed and stood nervously besides it, initially clutching my arms over my breasts to preserve some modesty and almost immediately realising how silly that was and letting them fall to my sides.

“Give us a twirl” he said. Given my approach I could scarcely have any objection to him treating me like a slab of meat, and yet even so the request irritated me, irritated and aroused me, an arousal that only increased as I slowly turned in front of him and felt his eyes devour every inch of me. Read more »

Thin walls Pt 1 [MF, long]

I guess you could say I was an early developer.

My tits came in, huge, when I was 12 and men never looked at me as a child after that. I lost my virginity at 13, to another 13 year old, while we were on holiday. We were both probably too young, but it was a good experience, and didn’t put me off.

At 14 I got myself my first boyfriend, he was 15 and we were each other’s first everything else. We were together for a year and we fucked every chance and every place young teens can find to fuck and every which way young teens can think of or can google. Towards the end of the year he was my first in less pleasant ways: my first abortion and my first STI. The latter led to my first heartbreak. I found out my best friend, a virgin, was fascinated by all the sex we were having and had asked him to “show her” what it was all about. At the time I was angry and hurt, but looking back I don’t really blame her, or think it was her that gave hm the STI he gave me. Read more »

The 12 days of Christmas [F] [Mdom] [nosex] (or rather sex is implicit)

– On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
– a pair of kneepads and a scrunchee

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– On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me
– two latex gloves
– and a pair of kneepads and a scrunchee

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– On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me
– three shock pens
– two latex gloves
– and a pair of kneepads and a scrunchee

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– On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
– four point restraints
– three shock pens
– two latex gloves
– and a pair of kneepads and a scrunchee

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– On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
– FIVE COCK RINGS!
– four point restraints
– three shock pens
– two latex gloves
– and a pair of kneepads and a scrunchee

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– On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
– six whips for flayin
– FIVE COCK RINGS!
– four point restraints
– three shock pens
– two latex gloves
– and a pair of kneepads and a scrunchee Read more »

Mystery man [MF] [bd] [bdsm] [nc] (x-post)

I don't know what my lover's face looks like. Hell I don't know what any part of his body looks like. I don't know if he is old or young, thin or fat, strong or weak, ugly or handsome. I don't know what race he is or where he comes from.

What do I know about him? I think, from the way he sometimes places his arms on my shoulders when he is deep inside me, that he is tall. But that's not a very exact way to guess a man's height is it? I could be out by a couple of feet in either direction. I know how his hands feel. I guess, from his prowess and the slow measured pace of his breathing, that he is middle aged and in good shape, but this is pure speculation on my part. In the height of passion I have heard little gasps from him, but not enough to tell you what he sounds like. Romantically I like to think that if I ever met him I would recognise him by his smell, but even I do not really believe that. Truthfully I could not tell you what he smells like. I think he uses an odourless antiperspirant. Read more »