korethekitty, Author at NSFW story — Page 2 of 2

“ I’ve missed you” sex

I drove 10 miles over the whole way to your house. I only half listened to the audiobook I’ve had playing, my excitement to see you was too distracting. I’ll have to listen to that portion again on the drive home. In my haste, I’ve arrived early. You don’t answer my timid knock, so I let myself in.

I can hear music and running water, and follow the sounds to your bathroom door. I slip off my strappy gold sandals, quietly opening the door, and tip toe in. I don’t dare shut it, incase you hear me over the seductive unfamiliar beat coming out of the tiny speaker. It’s a battle to keep my giggles in, and I silently hop up on the counter, feet dangling. The opaque glass and steam hinder my attempts to be a sneaky little voyeur. The water shuts off , butterflies take flight in my stomach, and I plaster a cheeky smile on my face. Read more »

They will know

My pulse is beating like hummingbird’s wings. My breathe, shallow in a heaving chest. Hands, clumsy and shaking. Sex, damp, empty, and still quivering. I can look no one in the eye, if I do, I fear they will read the truth from my flushed cheeks and bruised lips.

They will know exactly what I let you do to me, moments ago against the side of the house. They will know you wrapped your hands in my mass of hair, forcefully, yet carefully guided your dick into the warm recesses of my mouth. They will know that I looked up at you, and pleaded without words for more. They will know you pulled me to my feet and pinned my body to the bricks with your thrusts, our eyes sparking with electricity and emotion as you ordered me to come with that gravely timbre I cannot disobey.

They will know you whispered my name into my neck as you filled me with your essence. They will know you sent me in here to fend for myself, your eyes twinkling with mischief as you pocketed my panties. They will know my thighs are sticky with my reward for being such a good girl. if they look into my eyes, they will know I love you. Read more »

Supply room fantasy

You see me slip into the supply room, and make your move. A quick glance about and no one to see, you follow me in, as I stand with an arm full of saline and tubing the door snicks quietly behind you. I spin around, Our eyes lock, mine widening in surprise, I expected anyone but you.

Immediately, my back is against the door as one of your hands is knotted in the hair at the base of my scalp, tilting my head forcefully back, just this side of pain as you angle my lips to you liking. Biting and sucking before devouring them once more. Your other hand is yanking my scrubs down to better reach my panties. You slide them aside and press two fingers between my sopping lips, feeling the reaction you caused before you ever touched me.

My wet heat makes your cock throb even harder and In your minds eye you see yourself pinning my pliant body against the door with animalistic thrusts. A whimper brings you back to the present and you groan aloud when you realize Your fingers are now inside me, and I’m arching into you with desperate, frantic, little movements. Read more »

“ garage scene “( bdsm) (a requested repost from my old account)

Garage scene

As I walk closer to the side door I hear metal clank on metal, and swear word echo across the garage. I cross the threshold and take in the familiar sight. A wood stove burns merrily in the corner, a Godsmack song is blasting from a radio on top of the work bench, and tools line the walls in highly organized regiments. in the center of the room is a sleek beautiful Camaro the color of ravens wings . black with a blue tint when the light hits just right,, on slicks, and perfectly pristine.

The disembodied voice swears again as I hear a socket wrench cranking. I know he’s been in here all afternoon and has lost track of time again. Long legs encased in jeans stick out from under the car, and I admire them for a moment. I’m quiet as I slip off my shoes and shimmy out of my dress. Leaving my thigh high stockings and underthings on, I tiptoe across the space, sit on my stool, and wait, trying not to giggle. A litany if swear words continue and then the lean muscled body on the creeper rolls out, the wheels well oiled and smooth across the concrete. He stands up , walks to a tall chest , opens a drawer and immediately finds what he needs. I see him glance up at the clock on the wall and swear again. He takes a few steps in the direction of the door then freezes . Ohh He’s spied my boots and dress. Read more »

Surrender (bdsm)

The wine I consumed all evening is offset by the arousal coursing through my veins. your body pressing, your scent, your breathe melding with mine is making my heart beat a rapid staccato. You whisper in my ear, sweet, then beautiful, then filthy things that make me gasp and then moan. I try to maintain eye contact, but the sensations you coax take over as you relentlessly push me to my peak without mercy. long fingers caress the tender skin of my throat, and you squeeze. My eyelids pop open to meet mossy irises that are filled with need and cool, uncompromising control. As the oxygen to my brain depletes I get lost in their depths. The edges of my vision get fuzzy, then you let go. the air around us vibrates with the force of your will. the look you give me demands I give you everything, and I feel myself being swept under. But I want to push you as far as you’ve pushed me, and I resist even as my heart begs me to yield to you . No, I say in a small voice, and shake my head, desperately trying to maintain my autonomy. But my soul has woken from the place its been sleeping and relinquishes itself even as I whine and fight my desire to submit . in a quiet voice crackling with authority, you tell me to come, and my eyes flutter closed. helpless against your command, I obey. Read more »

“CAR SEX “ Might I share this once more? I deleted my last account ( desrosr) over a harasser, happy be back providing “ o- material “

the windows are foggy as the suspension rocks beneath us. Unable to make it home, we pulled over the Camaro on the side of the two lane. I’m straddling your lap, my skirt pushed up, rocking against your hard length. Our mouths are eager as we try to get closer, each swallowing the others moans, as we share breathe. Our hands are desperate, searching, you brush your long fingers against my clit, I take your bottom lip between my teeth and gently bite. my juices soak my panties, making them nearly an indiscernible layer between your skin and mine. I rock frantically against you, surprising myself with an approaching orgasm before you are even inside of me. I try to stop it but I can’t and I beg “ pleaaase” as I begin fluttering. Your resounding “ come for me” tips me over the edge , and I spasm for long moments before collapsing against your chest, content and sleepy. you grab my hair and whisper in my ear “ oh no kitten, I’m not done with you yet”. you guide my hips up with one hand and notch your swollen cock at my sopping entrance. I hover there for a moment, meeting your eyes in the dim interior, and you slowly force my body down on your length, until I’ve taken every inch. When I’m impaled fully you groan, an animalistic sound that sends shivers down my spine, and glide my hips up again, your strong hands gripping my supple hips. I awaken from my come drunk daze, and continue the rhythm without assistance. gliding up slowly before sinking down once more. Over and over we rock, savoring each slide. Pleasure comes from nowhere once more and I rock in a disjointed rhythm as I rub my clit with my fingers and ride you. I feel tell tale flutters again and freeze trying to stop it. “ You thrust up into me, a look of almost pain on your face morphing into one of ecstasy as you fill my pussy up with come. You don’t stop thrusting, slam me down on your dick, and growl, “ come for me again baby” and I fly apart, pleasure flooding my body, racing glowing tingles through my limbs. I collapse on your chest once more, replete, exhausted, The big block still rumbling. Read more »

Suck [bdsm]

The hotel is an old limestone beauty left over from the Victorian era. It’s tucked into the ozarks, its predecessor long lost to fire. Opulent tiling and woodwork fill the lobby and ballroom, but upstairs, the carpet is cheap and rough. As I kneel before your tall form, it’s course pile is chaffing the skin of my knees through my thigh high socks. My miniskirt has pushed itself up to my waist, exposing dainty lace panties, while my upper body is adorned only by a sheer emerald bra, and delicate choker. Our shirts and shoes were lost the moment we made it into the suit, and I am actively fighting the desire to look at you. Instead I sigh a loud, unladylike, disgruntled noise, and stare at the well proportioned bare feet residing in my line of vision. You step away, and I hear rather than see you settle into the club chair in the corner. Silence is my only companion for a long while , and then, “ Sub, come here” . Finally! I attempt to mask my excitement as I slowly slink over to you on my hands and knees, my breathe coming in jagged pants by the time I traverse the small distance, so aroused am I by our play. As I settle myself into position between your splayed feet, I dare a peek up. I first note the bulge in your jeans that makes me shiver, and glance up quickly only to be ensnared by your gaze. Moss and whiskey eyes that are already backlit with heat hold my stare. You raise an eyebrow as you grasp my jaw between strong fingers and tilt my head back to view what I presume is my collar. You release my chin and I feel a gentle caress of fingers along it’s path round my neck. This makes me shudder and close my eyes, biting my lip to hold in a moan. a crop I never knew was there is suddenly between my thighs, my juices quickly coating it, and my eyes fly open to watch your face through lowered lashes as it’s damp tip glides up my body. you are focused as you dance it along my cheek and then look me in the eye with another smirk as you pop me under the chin with a quick, light , thwack. I immediately open my mouth, and you place the leather inside with a command.
“ suck “. I comply, my eagerness soaking the scrap emerald lace between my spread thighs.