hamspears, Author at NSFW story

Mantle [Submission MF]

Those asymmetrical arches in her eyebrows sunk a sharp hook in my cheek. She had been staring at my eyes spoor. It was cutting, I felt its origin before I ever met her gaze. Her name was Emily, and we were obviously friends of the same. I never would have guessed to see her at an Embassy Gala.

When our eyes met, the heat I felt from across the room ceased, and the air between our oculus froze. Her eyes shot away so sternly it recoiled in her neck. Her perfect, naked neck. I tried reading our past encounters, wondering if there had been something to warrant the cold avoidance. I’d had her tied and kneeling, she wouldn’t stop smiling and calling me an asshole. I’m not an asshole, but I learned this favourite phrase of hers had a subtext by the way her pussy clamped and released in orgasm as soon as I slipped the vibrator in her ass, and pressed it deep with each of my own thrusts. I caught her looking again. She had simply felt the pull of the rod and was playing her catch. I smiled. Read more »

Shiva (OC)

I become aware at a moment where I'm up to my knees in glacial runoff, my rod high behind my shoulder at the line's zenith, and my eyes are instinctively squinting at the dancing reflection of the sun. The fly skips over my head and floats to the water, landing where the sun floats on the river. At that my world and vision became red. Red like a fissure in the earth. Red somewhere between copper and crimson. Red like the sun beaming through the blood in your eyelids.

Ah, that explains it.

It's December. I'm not fishing, I'm in bed. My legs have crawled from cover, there was never a river. My brain renewed the knot with the here and now, and I rolled over. No, I tried to roll over, but my shoulder is pinned. It's that moment that I smell her. Feminine sweat and Tibetan incense, top notes of vodka and oil- all ingredients of the evening prior. I have a strict No Sleepovers rule (more because it distally defends my own self from the knowledge that I do sleep better with an intimate partner than anything else), the liquor had obviously gotten the best of us. She had found my protruding collarbones and made a pillow of them. The sheet had slid off most of her body, but wove through her legs and covered her front and shoulder. I could see the nylon rope from the past evening loosely wound around her exposed ankle. Her ass peeked from the opposite side, it was making me hard. Her knees cocked just right that her back arched slightly and her ass stuck out like an offer. I couldn't help myself. Read more »

Koneko (OC)

God, she stretched like a cat in the morning. Or a dog, I suppose. Downward dog, they say. Anyway, what she was doing was everything she could to accentuate the dimples above her ass, swelling a supercell in the back of my brain. Hormones, hormones, hormones- The Apollo to my brain’s Olympus. I really wish I was in control sometimes.

She was leaving, picking up her white panties from the ground and giving me a hell of a view in the process. Her tits were just right so that when she was bent, they swung slightly, but maintained a firm point at her constantly-erect nipples (she had some as-yet-unidentified eastern blood, maybe cantonese?). I was horny, but figured it was best to just let her go. My mouth tasted like stale Belmont, and sour breath was one of the few things in this world that can kill my mood. We’d had our fun, anyways. Read more »

Vega

My keys stabbed into my back with every pump. The car was cramped, fogged, echoing moans and breath. Our clothes were still half on, her skirt was hiked and my jeans low, just enough to reach each other. My right hand was on her breast, her nipple rest between my middle and ring finger. They got hard when I would tell her how tight and satisfying she was, or when I spanked her through her skirt. I grabbed her ass with both hands, one of my fingers landed on the outside of her asshole. She loved the tease, and would bring her hips back on her downstroke to encourage me to move closer. I gave her another spank before reclining my seat and pulled her towards me. She smelled like patchouli incense, her olive skin was rippled with goosebumps. I could hit her sweetest spots like this, fast. I had her long ebony hair gripped and pulled so her neck bent and she faced upwards, her mouth blissfully hanging open. The most beautiful sounds came from the back of her throat, and I felt her torso pressing into mine like it always does before she comes. My biggest problem in bed is that the sound and feeling of her oncoming orgasm is what sets me off, and I have to fight to reach my own apex during of after hers. I grabbed her shoulder with the hand that was not wrapped in her hair, gripped, and pulled her body down, as deep as I could, before my body became it’s sentient self and forced my head back. My shoulders flex, my hands pulled her hair harder and gripped her body. Her nails dug into my neck and shoulders, and the chirps she let escape into my ear were even more satiating than my own pulsing muscles. I didn’t even notice the officers lights in the window. Read more »

Catnip (OC short)

Nipple rings. I’ve been obsessed with them lately. The desire to impale something so sensitive tells of some beautiful neural highways I would love to drive. The vines on her dark skin crawled up the side of her breast, and from my position behind her, it tangled with my fingers, through her rings, and helped squeeze the way she liked it. I loosened my grip so that her breasts sat in my hand, and the sway from each thrust made her nipples brush my calloused palms, and they stiffened.

Because it was Her, I was in heaven. I wished I could slip my middle fingers through her rings and keep her captive. My face would land in her neck and my hip bones would lock into the dimples on her back. I would walk for both of us, carry her anywhere, and it would be worth it. White.