Author: HisPetSlut

The best way to wake up [MF]

*All my writing is original. This one is from March 2018*

Using your code you let yourself in, quietly closing and locking the door behind you. It’s not our usual night so while entering the bedroom, you stop and listen. My breathing is soft and slow, sound asleep. I shift slightly and you pause undressing, wondering if you woke me. Undressed you slip into bed and discover I’m nude, skin warm from a recent bath. I’m turned away from you on my side. You trail two fingers down my rib cage and along my waist and hip. I sleepily sigh and press myself into you. My breathing speeds up a little, still asleep. 

Your cock is hard and you press it against my ass, and wrap an arm around me, cupping my breast. Pulling me closer to you. You gently shift one of my legs slightly and your head and shaft slip between lips slight wet and warm.  Slowly you slide in and out of my lips which respond by swelling and getting wetter and wetter. As you enter me, you pause as the head of your cock just pushes in and my hips rotate slightly, and my ass pushes back into you, encouraging. You push your cock deep and I respond with a moan and wiggle closer. A few slow thrusts and your mouth on my neck and you know I’m finally awake when my hand reaches back to your hip to pull you closer and I whisper “Thank you”. You roll my nipple in your fingers and push yourself as deep as you can go, and roll me to my stomach.  Read more »

Encounter [MF]

(all work is my own)
You’re with your brothers. It’s a celebration, what for doesn’t really matter. It’s really just an excuse to get away from the demands of day-to-day life, hang out, and drink.

She’s at table alone in the hotel bar. Laptop open, a half-eaten meal pushed aside, a glass (mostly gone) of something amber colored. You look at her and feel something primal respond. There’s an instantaneous attraction. She’s really nothing to write home about; but there’s fire anyway. Mid-forties, petite, with just enough extra pounds to her, you’re pretty sure you wouldn’t break her if you bent her over a chair.

A brother says something in a just-too-loud voice, it was crass, and you wince a little when she looks up and catches you staring. She peers over the top of her glasses at you at gives you a wry smile. The smile is enough that your cock starts to rise. Read more »

River’s Edge [MF]

(my first post here..all work is original)

She walks onto the deck of the cabin. The breeze ruffles the hem of her dress. She turns back over her shoulder and tells him she is going for a walk. He watches out the window as she pulls a quilt off the clothes line, folding it as she heads towards the river.

A few minutes later she is laying on the sloped meadow above the narrow river bed, more a creek this time of year, the blanket spread out under her. The rock face of the hill across from the clearing glows red in the afternoon light. She is barely visible in the high grass and wild flowers.

He steps quietly down the slope until he reaches the blanket. Standing over her he watches her for a moment then lays next to her, a hand sliding down her side and then up under the skirt of her dress, lightly brushing the inside of her thigh. He laughs softly when he realizes she is wearing no underwear. She squirms and laughs quietly, opening her eyes. She reaches down and unzips his pants, slipping her hand inside, taking his nearly stiff member in her hand. His fingers play and trace around her wet lips. Read more »