kunderastomas, Author at NSFW story

Words, unfiltered. [Wordplay]

Words, unfiltered. No backspaces or delete buttons moving forward.

Sensual. Mind. Body. Soul. Cerebral. Entangle. Dance. Write. Create. Stimulate. Indulge. Drink. Sharpened. Convergence. Light. Salacious. Explore. Offer. Trust. Roar.

Tension.

Longing. Heat. Burning. Attraction. Arousal. Moisture. Essence. Entrance. Manhood. Vulva. Moan. Groan. Flirt. Push. Pull. Touch. Slippery. Intense. Desire. Destruction. Delight. Decadent. Decency. Devious.

Balance.

Breathe. Ignite. Empower. Tactile. Contemplate. Complement. Transfix. Surrender. Grab. Sensation. Persuasion. Gratification. Exquisite. Alluring. Intense. Responsive.

Lightning.

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I’m a 33 year old male who would like to continue to explore creative writing as an outlet. I’ve dabbled in the past in a variety of mediums and intentions, including literotica, craigslist, tumblr and reddit. I’ve always found written word to be very powerful and am excited to resuscitate this element of myself!

Musings [self] and Losing The Plot [M/F]

Find a way to turn your storm into hers. Energy is not delivered without direction; pinpoint your entry and strike deliberately. Each touch becomes lightning when you are a force of nature. From divine lips to her hips, do not miss a chance to make her your doll, even if only for the moment.

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Intimidation of self-reconciliation manifesting as a conflagration of humiliation leads to instances of exacerbation of trepidations.

Tik, Tok, Tik, Tok, mortality runs around the clock. Her sleepless nights of endless flights through rose-tinted fields of thoughts.

She verifies he terrifies her story’s fragile plot. The protagonist taunts her chalice with a lustful analogous trot. He walks along her flowing stream and finds a cozy cot. Inside this cot, her mind distraught, by what? He knows not.

For he never knew her, her dreams were never his. Twelve years their adventure, four kisses and two kids. Her surprise was his demise, his curiosity piqued. He leaned in to offer a kiss, he received her cheek. She was not expecting visitors, and what a sight to see; the man before her, with her ring on, did not possess the key. Read more »

The Caretaker [F]

The chair creaked when she rocked backwards. The floorboards had begun to dimple, a memoir of the time spent working through the night and into the morning light.

She took a seat and pulled herself to the place where she had left so much of herself. The quiet nights, teardrops kissing the red of the mahogany, wondering where the reprieve would come from. The moments where the world never found focus, thoughts like fireworks, blooming across the page for an audience that did not yet exist.

Her nipples grew hard from the midnight chill, a draft she always welcomed with open legs.

“Oh, what the hell. I’ve earned it.”

This is the place she found power. A note in hand to validate every moment spent in this room…she is now *the* boss.

It wasn’t like her to turn the lights down, but she was going to give in to the unrelenting pounding growing within her.

These walls could talk. Loudly. What once was mentorship has become companionship. This is where she learned herself. Discipline. Drive. Determination. Destruction. Desire. When the only movement left is the movement in your control, you become an extension of your surrounding, not just a moment. Read more »