Author: Kittenfiction

F is for Friendship [MF]

*This story was written both by me and u/bull_equipment. This is our first collaboration! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it!*

I stepped out of the shower, drying my hair gently before wrapping the towel around my body. I picked up my phone and read two texts on the screen: one from an old boyfriend who I hadn’t spoken to in a few months.

*Heyyy*

The extra ‘Ys’ coupled with it being a Friday night convinced me entirely of what he wanted. My stomach dropped, remembering the messy breakup, the break up sex that I had hoped would somehow be better than the non-breakup sex, the empty feeling afterward. I ignored it and moved on to the other text message: My best friend, Julian, asking me sarcastically if I was planning on spending another weekend reading on my couch in my pajamas. I quickly replied, smiling down at my phone:

*Maybe; why do you wanna know lol.*

*Because I’m downstairs, let me in.*

I laughed, knowing he’d be pounding on the door if I didn’t make quick work of getting down there. By the time I threw on a sweatshirt and short shorts and bounded down the stairs, Julian was already sing-song calling my name through the door. Read more »

My [28F] New Coworker Takes Advantage [MF]

I step into my office, relieved but strangely disappointed that I didn’t see our new engineer on my way in. It’s been two weeks since our first encounter where he had me sprawled out on his desk. It had been filling my mind ever since: the bewilderment that he had taken me up on my flirty dare to try to find dirt on me through my work computer, the confusion of him knowing how I liked my coffee, the name of my cat. I remembered the cold, sinking fear when we were alone in his office and he smiled as he turned his monitor toward me so I could watch a video of me unwittingly pleasuring myself on my bed in front of my work laptop’s webcam. I remember my body turning cold despite my face flushing and feeling glued to the floor as I panicked; every ounce of dignity seeping out of me as I watched my blissfully unaware self massaging my clit on his screen. I wanted to launch myself past him and cover the screen as quickly as possible but the damage was done. He’d surely had that backed up somewhere and his calm demeanor told me he had the upper hand no matter how I tried to save myself. I thought of how helpless I felt as he stood up in front of me, eclipsing me, and shocking my already frazzled senses by telling me to take my panties off. I obliged, wildly wondering what he was going to do to me, knowing it was futile to question something that I had to allow to happen. Read more »

[28F] [MF] Letting You Take Me on the Beach

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Sunlight glints of the delicate gold chain across my ankle as I push both of my feet into the fine, warm sand of the beach we’d made our way to earlier in the afternoon, before the sun rose directly over us, splashing our already tanned skin with warm rays. ​

You’re sprawled atop a fresh beach towel, your body glistening from the sun block I’d slowly rubbed into you when we settled in our desolate spot. Your eyes are closed and your chest is raising and lowering peacefully but your fingers idley tracing my exposed lower back let me know you’re not asleep. Despite the heat, I shiver slightly from your rough fingers tickling me softly.

I told you about this beach months ago, relaying my exploration of the island and finding this untouched alcove, devoid of people but lush with crystalline water and warm, powdery sand. I’d wanted to share it with you for so long and now we were here. I worried while we traipsed through the sunny jungle trees that maybe we wouldn’t find it. Maybe it had been a dream. When we’d finally reached the clearing and heard the rhythmic flowing of the tide against the beach, I grasped your hand a little harder, urging us forward into what I knew was going to unfold into a memorable day. ​ Read more »

[28F] [mf] What I Really Mean by Rough.

I stand pressed against the table, hands on the cool countertop, as you trace a fingertip down my spine. I feel the goosebumps tickle my back as you bend close to my ear.

“Were you a good girl today?” you ask, the warmth of your breath against my neck.

“Yes” I answer quickly, too quickly.
You’re silent as your fingers move back up my spine and down my shoulders, brushing the thin straps of my dress down onto my arms. My mind races as your silence lingers a few more seconds.

“I don’t believe you.”

I consider protesting but your hand has already softly snaked around my throat, gently pushing the sides of my neck, and I think better of it as you tip my head back against your chest. Your other arm wraps around my waist, scrunching the fabric of my dress against my stomach as you press my back into your body. As you pull closer, kissing the slope of my neck and shoulder, my dress is pulled higher, pulling me onto my tippy toes and exposing the lace of my panties.
I suck in breath, at the mercy of whatever your mouth and hands want to take from me. I feel you slowly harden against my ass and the adrenaline and excitement makes me dizzy.
I whimper once, faintly, as one warm, rough hand slides down between my legs and squeezes my thigh as your other hand tightens across my throat. Read more »

[28F] Let me show you how much my mouth craves you [mf]

My phone buzzes on my vanity. A text telling me you’re leaving work and that you’re glad the stressful day is coming to an end. My mind immediately wonders how I can help you relax and soothe your tired self when you get home. Dinner is almost done, there is beer in the fridge, but I know this has been a rough week for you and I long to ease the tension in your body.

I look at myself in my vanity mirror and run a glance over my pink lips. I pull back my blonde curls into a high pony tail, picturing your face in my mind; my mental gaze pouring over your body. I picture touching you, translating my need to please you through my feather touch across your skin. I feel my lower abdomen tingle.

After 15 agonizing minutes, I hear your key in the door. You’ve given me enough time to pull off my dress, leaving only my black heels and a matching lingerie set. I sit on the edge of the bed, my heels on the floor propping my spread legs up a little higher the usual; my breasts almost spilling from my lace bra. I relax back on my palms as you walk into the bedroom, your gaze momentarily giving away your surprise. I smile slightly at you. Read more »

[28F] What I Really Mean by ‘Rough’ [MF] [BD]

I stand pressed against the table, hands on the cool countertop, as you trace a fingertip down my spine. I feel the goosebumps tickle my back as you bend close to my ear.

“Were you a good girl today?” you ask, the warmth of your breath against my neck.

“Yes” I answer quickly, too quickly.
You’re silent as your fingers move back up my spine and down my shoulders, brushing the thin straps of my dress down onto my arms. My mind races as your silence lingers a few more seconds.

“I don’t believe you.”

I consider protesting but your hand has already softly snaked around my throat, gently pushing the sides of neck, and I think better of it as you tip my head back against your chest. Your other arm wraps around my waist, scrunching the fabric of my dress against my stomach as you press my back into your body. As you pull closer, kissing the slope of my neck and shoulder, my dress is pulled higher, pulling me onto my tippy toes and exposing the lace of my panties.
I suck in breath, at the mercy of whatever your mouth and hands want to take from me. I feel you slowly harden against my ass and the adrenaline and excitement makes me dizzy.
I whimper once, faintly, as one warm, rough hand slides down between my legs and squeezes my thigh as your other hand tightens across my throat. Read more »